Ahsoka awoke, screaming. She took a deep breath. "Just a dream." she whispered. "It was just a dream."
She knew Jedi sometimes had dreams that told the future. But this... this wasn't one of them. She just knew it. Her master would never turn. Ever.
For a month now, she'd been having these dreams. No, not dreams. Nightmares.
She remembered one dream, Anakin storming through the temple, the 501st at his side, unmercifully slaughtering the Jedi. Every master, every padawan, even the younglings. He had burned parts of the temple. She remembered seeing everything so vividly. She could hear the screams of fallen Jedi, smell the smoke, and feel charred remains.
It had all seemed so real... yet it could never happen.
Right?
