Chapter 2

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The walls were coated with silver ore and blocks. No windows allowed air or light into the temple and no wind blew through the area. Lights danced upon the walls and writing gleamed from floor to ceiling. The words of the force had always stayed within the sanctuary and had never been found, the only people permitted to enter were those the force needed to use. In the center of the room was a table which was long enough for a young man to lie on. And that was its intention. For soon the young man would be sent to wait for the arrival of the Jedi. The force had anticipated its sons arrival and prepared the room in a warm white glow. Anakin watched the room with wonder, it had to be at least two-thousand years in the past. Why was the force showing him this, suddenly a familiar voice called out to him, 'Soon this is the world you will know.'

'Anakin.'

'Anakin.'

"Anakin!"

Anakin awoke with a start, he must have been in a deep sleep. Obi-Wan was standing beside the bunk with Ashoka and, to his surprise, Masters Plo Koon, Windu and Yoda. All were watching him concerningly. Anakin took a moment to gather himself together, his face was wet with sweat and his clothes were drenched with a thick substance which Anakin soon realised was blood.

"What...happened?" Anakin asked after a minute of silence. They all looked at each other, giving Anakin an uncomfortable feeling. "You dont know?" Obi-Wan questioned him. Anakin frowned slightly. What had happened? "No, i was asleep, i think." Anakin replied slowly. Another glance passed between them. Anakin felt his head thorbbing with pain and he gingerly lifted his left hand to his forehead and felt the side of a scab. Anakin followed it down and up on his forehead, he spied the sign of the Jedi order that was ingraved on the wall beside his bed and realised that he must have slammed into it in his sleep.

"You must have been having a nightmare, because you were turning and screaming and shouting about how something was coming. Something big from the sounds of it." Master Windu explained. Anakin rubbed his scarred forehead which had just exploded with pain. "So how did this happen to my forehead?" Anakin couldnt refrain from asking and they seemed to relax at how quickly he was returning to his old self. "You turned sharply into the symbol of the Jedi order on the wall, we think it might be there permanantly." Master Plo Koon told him calmly. Anakin sighed and rubbed his forehead again, it really was starting to hurt. How had he turned into the symbol with enough force for it to scar?

Obi-Wan asked "Are you alright, can you get up?" Anakin nodded and slowly sat up with his legs hanging of the edge of the bunk and touching the floor with his feet. Anakin looked at his hand and noticed that the tiniest bit of blood was coming through his new scar and for some reason Anakin didnt care in the slightest, his attentions had turned back to his dream. "What were you dreaming about?" Ashoka finally asked the question that was clearly on all their minds. Anakin thought for a second and answered " I was dreaming about a temple, it was strong in the force and calming. But then a voice spoke to me and i panicked, then you woke me up. Thats all i remember." They seemed concerned by this. Although the relevence of a temple didnt concern Anakin, he had gone back to rubbing his injured head. "Speak of this with the council, we must." Yoda spoke to Anakin directly. "Rest you must, Skywalker, to the hospital, you must go."

"Yes master." Anakin replied and stood up shakily, he didnt fall (to his surprise) and walked out of the ship and down the already outstreched ramp. His hand remained clasped to his forehead all the way to the hopital and he was asked if everything was alright several times by those who were nice enough to ask. He would simply tell them he'd bumped his head and continue on his way to have his head treated. At the entrance to the hospital stood Master Ki-Adi Mundi. Like the others onboard the ship earlier, he looked deeply concerned for Anakin. Anakin now suspected that the moment he had started screaming and shouting Obi-Wan had sent Ashoka for help and decided to voice their concerns to the entire Jedi council, which Anakin found a bit embarrasing.

"Greetings, Skywalker. Hows your head?" He asked.

"It hurts like mad." Anakin admitted honestly. It was the truth, but what he had really wanted to say was 'It hurts like hell.' Master Mundi nodded his approval and led Anakin inside. True, Anakin had had bad dreams before, but he never expected that he would have recieved the amount of attention that he did. It was as unnerving as it was strange. As far as Anakin knew, such a thing hadnt happened for a good century.

"You should rest for a while." Master Mundi gestured to the bed and Anakin sat on it as instructed before a medical droid began to look him over. "Now, this may be uncomfortable for you, but your sleep will be monitered from now on. Until your nightmares subside, you will spend every night in this room. Is that alright?"

"I dont see anything wrong with that." Anakin replied. This attention was finally getting to him and a lurching sensation began in his stomach. That room he had seen was beginning to take over his thoughts and Anakin became determined to discover the reson he had dreamt of it and what it was, exactly. He suspected that he could find the answer in the Jedi archives. But that would mean exposing his scar to everyone and that was something that would fray his confidence. "Well, I'll leave you to sleep." Master Mundi departed and left Anakin alone. The droid had finished its check up. Anakin spread out on the bed and closed his eyes shut. If he tossed in his sleep one more time, he would be watched constantly.