From the Inside

by fiesa

Quite the usual mess. Just of the internal sort. Jaina, Jag – two missiles on collision course. Take cover and prepare for impact. Fifty 100-word drabbles.

32. Bonds

32 – Bonds

The vision comes with the suddenness of a sandstorm and the mellowness of rain on Naboo.

The universe is a net of colors. Fine threads spun into infinity, stretching and wrapping and vanishing in the darkness that is the last light before night. Each thread is alive with energy. Lives? Fates? It does not matter. The view is so beautiful she wants to cry with happiness and grief.

Jaina sees herself in the Force.

A million mistakes, a million decisions lead to the person she is today. And people. Because people have shaped her; and one of them is Jag.