A/N: Hey guys and gals! I'm back with another chapter! Hooray! :D Are you ready for the excitement of chapter 3!? :D I wasn't going to post a chapter today but I got some inspiration all of a sudden so I speed-walked to my computer and wrote this chapter! Oh and this story is definitely not gonna be just three chapters so keep waiting I don't know how long this story is gonna be but I hope you'll stick around! :D And thank you to all my followers, those who favorited and reviewed this story! I was squealing like a fangirl and I almost cried when I saw how many reviews, favs, and follows this story got! THANK YOU SO MUCH! :D Well enough talk, enjoy the chapter! :D
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I haven't had dreams since I was blinded. Well, not real dreams. The dreams I get are just sounds and voices. Basically, I am blind in both my dreams and reality.
Tonight is no different from the rest. I complete my nightly routine at a snail's pace and with a lot of tripping and stumbling over random things in my room, but I finally put my pajamas on and stumble into bed. I reach around my bed for the top of the covers and feel around to make sure I'm not sleeping on the end of my bed like I did a few nights ago. I also feel to make sure I'm not too close to the edge so I don't fall off and stumble around my room for an hour or two just trying to get back to bed.
When I am, finally, sure I am not at the end of my bed or too close to the edge I pull the corner of the covers over me and I curl up into a tight ball. I close my eyes and hope that somehow I will wake up in the morning and be able to see again.
Every night I always hope for the same thing. My sight. I always squeeze my eyes shut and hope that when I open them again I will see the light of the morning shining into my eyes. But so far that hasn't happened yet and every night I continue to hope for the return of my fifth sense.
Tonight sleep doesn't come easily and I just lay in my bed for what feels like hours before my eyelids become heavy and slowly drift closed, covering my eyes, which only see blackness now.
At first I just see blackness. Then, I hear sounds. Voices. I hear them whispering, singing, laughing, and shouting. I suddenly feel two hands on my back pushing me forward. My feet don't move but I feel the voices come closer and closer until they are right beside me, laughing, singing, whispering and shouting.
I suddenly recognize the voices. They are my own voice. I reach my hand behind my back trying to grab the person that has pushed me here but there is no one there. Then I feel a hand on either side of my head, blocking out the voices. Now I cannot hear or see anything. The hands suddenly come off my head and there are no voices. The place I am in is completely silent. I cannot even hear the breath from my own mouth. I simply stand in the silent darkness wondering if I have lost my hearing as well until I hear a woman's voice.
"Open your eyes," the woman says. I don't listen to her. I don't want to open my eyes only to see the blackness that will never leave.
"I'm blind," I say, forlornly, "I won't be able to see anything."
"Open your eyes, child," the woman says again, this time her tone is more commanding.
Reluctantly, I open them but instead of darkness I see light. Beautiful light. I look around me. I see grass and streams and rivers. I look up at the light again but this time instead of just light I see a woman. She is a Togruta who looks exactly like me only older. She reminds me of the older me I saw on Mortis except this one doesn't look troubled. She looks serene and calm.
I look into her eyes and notice that instead of the crystal blue eyes, she has dull white eyes.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"You," she simply answers. I raise an eye mark questioningly. She waves her hands in front of her and slowly a mirror appears. I gaze at my reflection. I look healthy and happy but I look at my arms and notice a few small bruises that are probably from bumping into things. I sigh and smile a little. Looks like being blind hasn't affected me too badly. Suddenly, I notice my eyes. They are the same pale white of my future self. I reach my hand up and stroke the skin near my eyes.
My beautiful blue eyes are gone. I feel a stinging in the back of my eyes and feel a small tear roll down my cheek. I remove my hand from my face and look away from the mirror.
"They're gone," I whisper, quietly.
"What is?" I hear my future self ask.
"My eyes," I whisper.
"They are still there," she says as the mirror slowly fades away leaving nothing in between my older self and me.
"The color," I say looking up at myself, "it's gone."
"It was nothing but a color," she says tilting her head slightly. I feel childish now. Crying over the color of my eyes.
As if she can read my thoughts (and I guess she can because she is my future self) my future self smiles sadly.
"You are not crying over the loss of your eye color, child," she says, "Am I correct?"
I look up at her. I am crying over the loss of my eye color. Right? I think to myself. And suddenly I realize she is right. I am not crying over the loss of my eye color. I am crying over the loss of my sight. I haven't really expressed how I feel about losing my sight because no one has really asked me. I think no one asks about it because they think it is a touchy subject for me, and they're right. I realize that so far whenever anyone has asked me about losing my sight I close up, and answer with one or two word answers. Lately, I've only focused on continuing my life as a Jedi and pushing my emotions to the back of my mind.
I've only allowed myself to focus on showing everyone I can still fight and be a Jedi. But I haven't allowed myself to feel the sadness that is slowly consuming me and I know that if I don't let it out it will consume me and ruin my chances of remaining a Jedi.
I feel tears making their way down my face and I look up at my future self. She smiles sadly.
"Let it out, child," she says, soothingly, "Let it out, and move on."
And I do. I sob and cry like a baby. I know this is only a dream but it feels so real and the tears that flow down my face seem to soothe my tired soul so I simply let myself cry and I finally feel the emotions that I have forced to the back of my mind, leave my body and when I finally wipe the last tear away I feel free.
I smile at my future self and she smiles back.
"Your life isn't over," she says, "Losing your sight was the beginning of your new life."
"Will I still get to be a Jedi?" I ask, hope filling my body.
She smiles at me.
"Only time will tell," she says and the look in her eyes gives me hope.
"Thank you," I say bowing respectfully. She bows in return. I rise from my bowing position to look at her but she is gone and the peaceful dream world around me is slowly fading.
I smile and let out a breath. I close my eyes. In a few seconds, I feel the mattress beneath my back and I stretch out my body, my eyes still closed. I sit up and open my eyes. I see the light of the sun pouring into my room. My eyes widen. I can see again! I see the sunrise outside my window and smile. I blink my eyes a few times to get a clearer view of the sunrise but as soon as I open my eyes again my sight is gone and I am blind again.
A/N: Well you've done it again! You've finished another chapter of Blind but Strong! :D I know Ahsoka is probably a little OOC in this chapter but whatever! :P I was gonna put Master Rahm Kota in Ahsoka's dream but he isn't blinded until later on in the Clone Wars so that wouldn't have workes. Anyway, please review, follow and favorite! I love reading reviews and I want to hug every single person who reviews, favs, or follows! :D Thanks for reading! Bubye my darlings! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars: The Clone Wars.