This is Ben's POV! (point of view)
Saber
I awake gasping for breath, sweat pouring down my face, and my heart feels as though it will beat out of my chest. I know that I must have awakened from a dream or vision that I cannot remember; I get the feeling that I don't want to remember. Most of the time when a Force sensitive--especially a Skywalker--is awakened in this manner, something awful is about to happen.
I slow my breathing and heart rate down, and realize that my father hasn't come to check on me, which I find surprising. Although I have lived practically on my own for quite a while now, I have decided to move back into my parents place, not entirely sure if it is for my father's benefit or for my own.
As I start to lay back down I see something that is out of place: my mother's lightsaber is missing from its resting place on my bedside table.
A panicked feeling arises in me once again as I leap out of bed and begin casting about frantically. The lightsaber is more than a mere token possesion belonging to my mother, it is instead a significant anchor to my past. Not so long ago that was a link that I wanted nothing to do with, but now I realize how much it means to me. When I hold the saber I can feel all the hands that have held it and fought with it. I feel my grandfather. I feel my father. Most importantly, I can feel my mother.
When it is in my hands I can still hear her voice scolding me for something I've done, a tone of voice I would never have thought I could miss. I can hear affection for those she loved, emotions and words of which many who did not truly know Mara Jade would think her incapable.
This feeling is something I now treasure. I spent so long running away, trying to get out of my parents shadow, that I couldn't see all that they have done and sacrificed for me. But just when I truly started to understand my mother, even as she had started to understand me, she was taken. By whom, I do not know, though I do have my suspicions.
Finally, after searching, I find the saber in a drawer. I have no idea how it got there. I always put it in the same place--should I need its use--and tonight was no exception.
As I lift the hilt, I find its warmth strange. It is as though someone has been holding it, perhaps even only a few moments ago. I reach out with the Force, but I sense nothing out of place. Perhaps it was my father. I know a part of him wants the lightsaber for himself. He has taken Mom's things and placed them around the apartment, probably so that he can see a part of her wherever he is. But when I retrieved the saber from its resting place on the ground beside my mother's broken body, I knew it was something she would have wanted me to have.
I return the saber to its rightful place and lay back down. As my head hits the pillow, a feeling of warmth surrounds me, and I drift back off to a peaceful slumber.