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A baby crying woke the slumbering parents, drawing awareness as the father jerked up to head to their child's room. "I will check on her." He said as he slipped from the room. Her crib was rocking when he opened the door, a form gazing down onto the distressed girl.
"Who are you and how did you get in here?" The father demanded, holding a hand out to block the doorway.
The man turned, his body shimmering a ghostly glow. He was cloaked in a deep hooded coat, the bright gray-blue eyes within flashing along with a gentle smile. His voice, when he spoke, was noticeably soft, a whisper of air that seemed far louder than it was. "Guard her.. for when she is older she will be sought after by many."
The father furrowed his brows, confused. The smile on the man grew before a blink revealed him to be gone, vanished into thin air. He rushed over to his daughter, pulling her out to hold her close, making soothing sounds to calm the child. He rushed back into the bedroom, his entry causing his wife to stir. At the sight of his distress she rose quickly, pulling on the robe she kept beside her bed.
Lucila and James gazed to each other as he explained what had happened. Alarm flared in his wife. A moment later, though, recognition flashed across her husband's face. "That man.. Lucila, I know of him." He passed the quiet child to his wife before he took out an old datapad from his desk, spinning as he activated it, scrolling through text to reveal a picture. It was an old picture, greying edges suggesting the time since it had been taken. He gestured to a lean man among a cluster of robed men, tapping the screen.
His wife's eyes grew wide. "I thought he was a legend.. said to have been a powerful Jedi or whatever." She whispered in a rush. Her husband was a fanatic when it came to the Jedi of legends.
He nodded, "A true story, he was among the Jedi Council when it was active before the Sith had them killed."
"Then that man.." Lucila trailed off, gasping. Her hold on the child tightened a bit.
"Yeah.. He was Obi-Wan Kenobi.."
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"But what brought him here, to our daughter's room.. What did he mean by what he said about her being chased after when she's older?" Lucila's words, many days later, followed her husband as they stepped into the foyer.
"I don't quite know." He shrugged, turning his answer over in his head, along with her questions. "It could mean mayb-" His words abruptly stopped, his eyes widening as his body froze. He began to scroll through the text in his datapad, pausing only to mumble the words 'Force', 'Sensitive' and 'Heritage'.
"Dear, that man.. looked like pops." The wife whispered, recalling the picture.
He turned to face his wife, setting down the pad in the same movement before clasping her shoulders by the sides. "Lucila, your grandfather.. I know we haven't talked much about him, but do you think that.."
She pursed her lips, crossing her arms. "Pop Ben wasn't a Jedi as far as I know, he was just an old crazy guy. Dad and mom used to say he was off his rocker, but still wise."
"You still have that picture?"
She nodded as he released her, watching her head to the living room to find the only picture of her father's dad she had. She returned, sharing the view of it with her significant other.
"It is him!" The resemblance was uncanny.. even with the age difference between the pictures.