Anakins blade came just short of his neck
Anakins blade came just short of his neck. The cry had made him freeze. "How do you know my name?" he asked shakily.
"I'm not Vong." She replied.
With blade still ignited, he replied, "Explain."
"My name is Mynalni, I was taken from Dantooine during Vong raid. They attempted to shape me in the process and failed."
"Where am I"
"Still on Myrkyr. I saw you killed during your last battle, then took you to my home."
Anakin blinked, "Killed?"
Mynalni nodded, "When I took you here, I put you into a deep healing trance that restored your life."
"You're a Jedi?"
Her eyes filled with sadness, "Not any more. I was finishing my training on Dantooine when I was taken. I lost my lightsaber, and never built another."
"How did you escape?"
"I was with them for nearly ten standard years, and they began to trust me. I got enough freedom to leave the gates, and took that chance to leave."
Anakin tried to sit up, and pain shot through every muscle. He winced.
"It is going to take your body some time to adjust to movement again."
That startled him, "How long have I been out?"
"Nearly four months."
Four months, his family didn't even know he was alive. Tahiri probably thought the same.
If she's alive, he thought bitterly to himself.
"Your friend left here alive."
"She did?" relief flowed over him.
"The one who was shaped, yes."
"Was she alright?"
"Minor injuries, but yes," she nodded.
Anakin put his hands on the bed to get up, "I have to get to them-"
And a firm hand from Mynalni pushed him back, "You are not strong enough. You will stay here until you can leave."
Thoughts ran through Anakins head, until one occurred to him. He shook it.
"I can't let them see me like this."
Mynalni cocked her head, "Why?"
"I am weak."
"Families are the people who are meant to see you weak."
Anakin shook his head, "I can't."
Mynalni handed him a bowl, "Then eat this, and rest."