Dragon and Jedi
Smoking Jedi and Gisele stood near a village, gazing at the scorched farmland, still steaming from a recent fire. The scent of burnt crops and dampened ash lingered in the air.
"Well, this is weird. Like something just happened," Gisele muttered, kicking a small charred rock with her boot.
"I can't use my Black Hole technique for a while," Smoking Jedi admitted, flexing his fingers as if testing his strength.
"Alright, Smoky, let's go check out the village." Gisele smirked, adjusting the goggles resting on her forehead.
Before moving, he handed her a small earpiece.
"Put this in," he instructed.
"Right," she replied, pressing it into her ear. Instantly, the device shifted, transforming into an earring.
Meanwhile, Smoking Jedi's own earpiece wrapped around his ear, nearly invisible against his skin.
"Oh, I like this. I look so cool," Gisele grinned, catching her reflection in a cracked window.
"Let's focus. Time to see what's going on," Smoking Jedi said, leading the way.
As they entered the village, a heated discussion filled the air. People stood in clusters, their voices raised in frustration.
"People, listen! I know it's bad, but there's no one who can take on the dragon!" one man shouted.
Smoking Jedi and Gisele exchanged glances but remained silent, choosing to listen first.
"Every week, he steals food! Demands more and more!" another man growled.
"You forget he protected us from bandits!" an older villager argued.
The man leading the discussion sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Something is happening. We need to send someone."
Taking that as his cue, Smoking Jedi stepped forward.
"What about us?" he offered. "Gisele and I can go."
Silence fell over the group as dozens of eyes turned toward them.
The lead man frowned. "Who… are you?"
Smoking Jedi placed a hand on his chest. "Apologies. I am the Smoking Jedi, and this is Gisele. We are Jedi—training, traveling, and exploring. Mind telling us about these areas?"
The villagers looked at one another, hesitant. Some parents whispered, their expressions mixed with concern and sadness. Others simply stared at the two children, clearly seeing something unfamiliar.
"Jedi?" The leader squinted. "I don't even know what that is. And you… you're just kids. What, maybe seven?"
"Technically, we're excommunicated," Smoking Jedi clarified, folding his arms. "We learned a forbidden form of the Force. Our mission is to travel and discover what we truly desire—beyond the way of the Jedi or the Sith."
The man's face darkened. "Strange… that they'd send children off to die."
Smoking Jedi closed his eyes and smiled. Slowly, rocks lifted off the ground, orbiting around him. Then, without warning, the leader rose into the air, his feet landing on something invisible. Gasps rippled through the crowd. The man struggled, trying to move, but his body refused to obey. Then, just as gently, Smoking Jedi lowered his hand, setting the man down. "This is my path. The Force is what guides me. Now—how can I help?"
Gisele stepped forward, crossing her arms. "And I build machines. I wanna know about this 'dragon'—I want to help."
The leader's face paled slightly, the weight of what he had just witnessed settling in. A child, so young yet so powerful. Then, to his shock, Smoking Jedi pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"Kid, aren't you a little young for that?" the man asked, taken aback.
"Medicine," Smoking Jedi corrected. "It allows me to connect with the Force without my body being ripped apart."
The leader hesitated. "I… think I understand. But let's say you do go after the dragon—what would you do?"
Smoking Jedi took a slow drag, exhaling calmly. "If he attacks, I'll defend. But if he protects, that means he has reasoning. Understanding him is the best approach."
The villagers exchanged uneasy glances. "We only asked for his protection. He never spoke—only shook his head before taking food. Sometimes, he just takes it outright," the man admitted.
The village leader sighed and turned toward the mountains in the distance. "A cave rests there. Kill the dragon."
His tone left no room for negotiation. Smoking Jedi didn't respond immediately. Instead, he sat cross-legged, closing his eyes. Slowly, his body rose off the ground, his breathing steady.
Then—his mind opened. The future unraveled before him. A girl with black hair, the tips burning like fire. Flames consumed her, swallowing her whole, yet she did not scream.
Then—nothing. The vision ended abruptly, as if the Force had blocked him from seeing more. He gasped, suddenly back on the ground. "Gisele… we need to go. The Force showed me something, but I don't understand it. A girl… burning, turning to ash."
Gisele's eyes hardened with resolve. "Then let's save her."
Smoking Jedi hesitated. The vision hadn't felt like a death—more like a transformation.
The Force whispered in his mind, calming him. He exhaled, flicking away his cigarette. "Sir, we'll be heading out to see this dragon," he announced.
"So, Smoky, what's the plan?" Gisele asked.
"Let's use Force Speed. How long can you maintain it?" Smoking Jedi asked in return.
"About ten minutes, but it's still difficult for me. I wish I had some metal and technology to work with... I don't think it even exists here." Gisele sighed.
"I get that. Let's go—the mountain must be close. But I think we're going to run into trouble. I sense a disturbance in the Force."
"Agreed. Must be an enemy," Gisele muttered.
They both took a deep breath, focusing, then took off running.
The world around them blurred, their bodies moving at unnatural speeds. They ran as fast as a high-speed scooter, nearly thirty miles per hour. The villagers watched in awe and fear, not because of the children themselves—but because of the power the boy had spoken of.
"Sir... I think the devil exists within him," a man whispered.
"Why would the devil be after a dragon?" a woman asked hesitantly.
"Maybe the devil is trying to gain allies," another suggested.
The village leader frowned. "Wait. Are you sure these children aren't here simply because they want to help? We were the ones afraid of the dragon."
"I don't care. If the dragon returns, then surely the devil exists within them." A silent agreement passed through the crowd.
As the kids sped forward, Gisele began to slow down. Smoking Jedi followed her lead, reducing his pace as well.
"So, the Force didn't enhance your speed as much as most Forbidden Jedi?" Smoking Jedi asked.
"Well… yeah," Gisele admitted. "My connection to the Force isn't meant for raw power or speed. It's meant to help me create and modify technology—that's why my lightsaber has a small gun function. It doesn't use standard laser blasts, it actually fires physical bullets."
"That's useful. Let's walk the rest of the way," Smoking Jedi said.
They continued forward, now on foot. An older man spotted them from a distance, his sharp eyes narrowing.
"You two—what are you doing here?" he called out.
The Force reacted immediately, warning both Smoking Jedi and Gisele of the man's Negative intentions.
Without hesitation, Smoking Jedi took a defensive stance, spinning his lightsaber hilt in his hand, though it remained unignited. Gisele, while ignoring the warning at first, instinctively kept her hand on her weapon.
The man smirked, but his gaze was locked only on Gisele.
"Whoa, kids, those are just toys. You act like I'm gonna hurt you," he said, his tone forced and insincere.
Gisele felt uneasy. Now fully listening to the Force, she drew her weapons.
The man's face twitched slightly, sensing the shift in energy. "You kids are really scaring me," he said, attempting to defuse the situation.
Then he felt it. A pressure—something unnatural. His eyes snapped to Smoking Jedi. An uneasy silence settled between them.
Then, the man scoffed. "You know what? Not worth it. I'd rather go to a succubus den."
Without another word, he whipped his horse, disappearing down the path.
Gisele exhaled. "What was he planning?"
"No idea. But the mountain path is visible now," Smoking Jedi said, nodding ahead.
"Alright, but it's probably going to be cold. You sure you don't want a shirt?" Gisele teased.
"The Force protects me—I'll deter the cold," Smoking Jedi replied confidently.
Gisele rolled her eyes. "Idiot. The Force can help, sure, but it won't take care of basic survival needs."
Smoking Jedi smirked. "Fine, I get it. But I wanted to test something. I remember a story once—about a soldier standing in nothing but his underwear, sweating in the snow. I wonder if the Force could help me do the same."
Gisele gave him a sideways glance. "Your interpretation of the Force is… strange. Your loyalty to it is almost too strong."
She sighed. "I understand, but come on, live a little. The Force isn't just about duty—it's a guide to help you find a life worth enjoying."
Smoking Jedi said nothing for a moment. Then, with a small chuckle, he followed her toward the mountain path.
As they climbed the narrow path, the cold air thinned, and the snowy ground slowly gave way to something unexpected—green grass and warm earth.
Gisele blinked. "This is weird. The temperature just changed."
A small child was sitting near the cave entrance, playing with a bundle of straw. She wore a rough potato sack as clothing, her black hair tangled, her skin a little darker than theirs. As soon as she saw them, she froze, her body tensing in fear.
The boy stepped forward slowly. "Wait—I'm the Smoking Jedi," he said, lifting his hands in peace.
The girl looked confused. "Jedi? You mean like Star Wars?"
His eyebrows rose. "Ohhh… you know, don't you?"
"You know about the movies? Okay, tell me—what do cars use?" she asked, squinting.
"Gas. Unless you're British," he smirked.
Her eyes widened. "Wait. You're from my world too?"
She stood up, brushing the straw off her legs. "It's strange… the men here are so controlling. Way more than I expected."
"Yeah, that is strange. I mean, back home men are usually the ones staying inside the house," the Smoking Jedi added casually.
"Huh? Wait, what? It's always been men in power," Gisele interrupted, completely confused.
The boy scratched his head. "Okay, so something I haven't told you… I don't think I'm from this galaxy—or any galaxy. I think I'm from a different… universe." He stretched out the last word as if to make it real.
Gisele sighed. "Okay. Well, I'm still very confused. But I guess this is our journey now."
"May I ask where you're from?" the boy asked the girl.
"California," she replied casually.
"Same. But let's not name cities, okay? I'd rather find you back in our world someday," he said with a small smile. "By the way… I'm the Smoking Jedi."
"Code names? I love it. I'm the Dragon Princess."
"Princess? That's kinda weird," Gisele muttered.
A deep, gravelly voice echoed from the shadows. "She's my granddaughter now."
They turned slowly, the Force warning them before their eyes confirmed it—deep within the cave, an enormous dragon stirred. His red scales and blue shimmered like molten iron, his dark red and blue eyes ancient and heavy, filled with sorrow and wisdom.
"Grandpa… why are you acting like this?" the girl asked softly.
The dragon exhaled, smoke curling from his nostrils. "You are to be the last of our kind, child. A part-dragon, something new. It is time for us to evolve… and to let go of this endless life. The age of dragons must end."
"Living for millennia sounds… exhausting," Smoking Jedi muttered.
The dragon nodded solemnly. "Humans, some who lived only centuries, hunted us. I found my granddaughter by chance—I never meant to raise her. But… I grew attached. Now I wish to pass my power on. Not immortality—but something more meaningful. My body won't last much longer."
"You took the food… for her," the boy realized aloud.
"He never spoke, the villagers said," Gisele added.
"Those people are monsters," the girl hissed. "They fear what they can't control."
The dragon's voice was softer now. "Please understand—my granddaughter does not hate them. Not entirely. But they tried and failed to take her. I protected her. Yet… I sense power in you too, young one. She cannot hold all my strength alone. Give me one reason why I should entrust any of it to you."
The boy shrugged. "I don't want power. I just want to go home."
The dragon narrowed his eyes. "Then how will you protect her?"
The Smoking Jedi smiled. With a sudden surge of Force energy, he launched himself forward, flipping mid-air.
The dragon reacted quickly, blocking the strike with a leathery wing, but his eyes widened as he felt something odd—the strike was light, not meant to harm, but it bent the air around it, disrupting the dragon's balance.
The beast spun his massive wings outward, knocking the boy back, but not out.
"What was that?" the dragon growled.
"The Force," the boy said calmly.
The girl looked around. "Wait… the Force is real? It's all around us?"
"Not here," Smoking Jedi said. "It's from a galaxy far, far away. But I brought it with me. It moves around me and Gisele, like a wind no one else can see."
The dragon leaned back, intrigued. "A religion… that's interesting. Very well. I want to test you further—come at me again."
The air thickened with tension. The cave vibrated faintly under the weight of the dragon's presence.
Smoking Jedi slid into his stance, his saber still unlit, the loop on his hilt spinning around his fingers.
"Gisele, stay back."
"I'm not going anywhere." she answered, weapons drawn and eyes locked on the dragon's shifting shadow.
"No you stay back, this is between us." said the jedi.
The dragon's tail uncurled as he turned deeper into the cave. Gisele, cautious but curious, followed beside the Smoking Jedi. They were led through a long stone tunnel, the light from the entrance fading behind them. The walls pulsed with strange heat and glowed faintly—like veins of living magic.
Then the tunnel opened into a massive underground cavern. The air was thick, dense with ancient power. Pillars of jagged stone surrounded the arena-like space. Cracks in the ceiling let shafts of sunlight cut through the shadows, falling across an elevated altar of stone and bone.
The dragon climbed the rocks slowly, his wings folding behind him.
"This is where dragons once fought their final duels. And now... I will see if you're worthy of any piece of my legacy," he said, his voice shaking the earth.
The Jedi's fingers tightened around his saber. He flicked it—a click-hiss—and the dark green blade ignited, glowing brighter in the dim cavern.
He charged forward.
The dragon's claws scraped the ground as he turned, his eyes narrowing. The Jedi's saber swung—but instead of slicing through scale, it bounced off with a flash of blue sparks, like hitting enchanted iron.
"What—?"
"You can't cut with your stick but it did burn," the dragon growled.
The Jedi slid back, stunned. He looked at the singed edge of his blade, then back to the dragon's undamaged flank. He struck again—same result. His blade struck an invisible barrier, a glow of magic pulsing where contact hit.
Gisele shouted from the side, her eyes darting across the terrain. "Magic's not reacting to the Force the way tech does—it's pushing it out! It's like they're polar opposites!"
"Then I have to out-think it." said the boy
The Jedi flipped sideways, trying to come at the dragon from a different angle. He aimed for the underside—but the dragon's tail slammed down, blocking him again.
The cavern shook. The Force within the boy surged, but… something felt wrong.
He staggered for a moment, one hand going to his chest.
"What—what is—?" His breathing grew shallow. His vision blurred.
The Force was receding. Like a tide pulling back. He gasped. "My cigarettes…"
He'd forgotten. Too focused on the fight, too caught up in the pressure. His heart began to race, not from fear, but because it wasn't being regulated.
"Force... slipping..."
The dragon paused mid-swing, noticing the boy falter. "Is this the end of your power, boy?" he asked.
The Jedi collapsed to one knee, gasping. He reached for his pocket, fumbled, found the box—but his hands were trembling.
Gisele started to run forward—
But the Jedi raised a hand. "No. Stay."
He stood, barely steady, and looked at the dragon. "You're part of fire... aren't you?"
The dragon raised a brow. "Yes?"
"Then... help me ignite it." The Jedi tossed a cigarette into the air.
The dragon, amused, let out a small snort of flame—
Fwoosh. The cigarette lit mid-air. The Jedi caught it with his mouth. He inhaled. The Force roared back. His heart calmed. His vision cleared. Rocks lifted again, swirling around him. The dragon recoiled slightly, sensing something had changed.
The Jedi exhaled smoke, his eyes glowing faintly.
"Round two," he said, spinning his saber again.
The clash of Force-enhanced strikes and ancient magic resumed—this time, not as enemies of power, but of understanding. And high above, the cavern rumbled with the echo of a fight that would decide whether power should be inherited... or earned.
The dragon snarled, impressed. "You breathe fire, then stand again? I haven't seen that kind of will in centuries."
The Jedi didn't respond. He was breathing steadily now, the cigarette glowing faintly between his lips. The Force coiled around him, no longer flowing—it was holding him, lifting him, guiding him.
The dragon lunged forward and unleashed a torrent of flame, the heat rushing like a wall. The Jedi raised both hands—the rocks orbiting him snapped into a barrier, the Force condensing into a invisable shield that curved around him. The flame collided with it—roaring heat against invisible power—but it held. Smoke billowed.
Gisele stood behind the shield, shielding her eyes. "You're blocking dragonfire... with the Force?" she shouted in disbelief.
"Guess so," Smoking Jedi muttered.
But the dragon was only testing him. With a deep breath, the ancient creature raised a claw, his blue eyes narrowing. The temperature shifted. The ground beneath the Jedi's feet began to glitter.
A chill spread rapidly across the cavern, coating the floor in sheets of ice. Moisture condensed midair and solidified into jagged spikes across the walls and ground.
Then—
The boy slipped.
His feet skidded out beneath him, he dropped saber barely. Holding himself recollecting himself.
The dragon moved in, claws ready to pin him— But the boy gritted his teeth, closed his eyes— And rose. Not by leaping. By willing the Force to lift him.
A invisble platform formed under his feet, just above the ice, like standing on invisible glass. The boy planted his stance, finally stable again. "I don't need traction. I have the Force."
The dragon reared back, his tail crashing through stone. "You are not just defending now—you are learning."
The Jedi made his lightsaber come back to him from across the room spun in his hand, unlit for now. Around him, pieces of ice hovered, caught in his Force field.
"I don't want your power," he said, calm and centered. "But I'll take your challenge. I want to become strong enough to return home."
He extended one hand and sent the shards flying, the Force guiding them like blades. The dragon flapped his wings, sending a counter-wave of icy wind, freezing them mid-air.
But the boy had already leapt again, jumping from platform to platform, invisible Force pads lifting him above the battlefield like stepping stones through the sky.
The dragon opened his jaws for another breath—this time ice blue, not fire.
But the boy landed just ahead of it—saber ignited mid-flip—and dragged the glowing blade through the frozen stream, splitting it, evaporating it with heat and Force pressure.
Sparks of steam, snow, and lightning scattered across the cavern.
Gisele watched in awe, eyes wide, breath caught. "Okay... yeah. That's cool."
The dragon slowly stepped back, surprised by his resilience. "You fight like you were born for this… but also like you have something to lose."
The Jedi's breath fogged in the frozen air. "I do."
The dragon stared at the boy, his chest rising and falling slowly.
"Enough tests," he rumbled.
The cavern began to quake. Cracks split across the ground, flames erupting from beneath. Icy wind shrieked down from the cavern roof, colliding with lava bursts in midair.
"Now, you face all of me."
The dragon spread his wings wide, ancient viens glowing along his scales. Magic pulsed with each heartbeat. A circle of fire roared to life around the Jedi. Above him, a cyclone of frost and flames spiraled, twisting the sky into blackened hues.
He raised his saber, but the pressure slammed into him like a tidal wave. His Force shields cracked. His knees hit the stone. A blast of magic-infused fire struck him full on. His body flew backward, skidding across the icy rock.
"Giselle—stay back!" he choked.
"I wasn't moving!" she shouted, eyes wide, arms bracing as wind and heat roared around her.
The Jedi staggered to one knee, his saber flickering. His cigarette burned low—just the final ember left glowing between his lips. He stood again, heart pounding, the Force slipping, not gone—just crushed under everything.
"You are persistent," the dragon said, stepping forward through the storm of his own creation.
"But not ready." The final puff of the cigarette vanished into the chaos.
The Jedi dropped to a knee again. His chest was tight—his heart beat out of rhythm. Then—he caught sight of it. Flames licking the ground near the stone where he had landed. He reached into his pants, pulled out another cigarette, and held it over the flame, hand trembling.
Click. Hiss. He inhaled—deep. The Force returned like a tsunami, flooding his senses.
"Let's finish this." he growled through the smoke.
The dragon paused. Then, a smile in his eyes, he nodded. "Agreed."
The world collapsed inward. All sound fell away. Color bled out from the cavern. Even gravity—twitsed.
The Force expanded around the boy, bending the rules of existence. The ground shattered beneath his feet, replaced by a sphere of white light and shadow.
His saber ignited—a perfect beam of swirling dark green.
He stepped forward. The dragon charged, wings blazing, casting storms of flame and ice into the void.
But the Jedi now stood on a platform of pure Force, leaping through nothing, carving through magic like silk.
Each strike forced the dragon back. He roared in defiance, breathing spirals of fire, but the Jedi redirected the flames, catching them in his blade's loop and sending them spinning back into the air. He cancled the black hole consuming everything.
The dragon swiped—claws glowing blue. The Jedi twisted, flipping high, using compressed Force energy to rocket back down, crashing his saber into the dragon's shoulder. For the first time—the dragon bled. He hit the ground hard, chest rising and falling in sharp gasps.
"Enough," he wheezed, smoke curling from his nostrils.
"You… you've done it." The Jedi dropped beside him, his saber deactivating.
"You're strong. But now, you must understand it. The Force is not just power—it is balance between what you are, and what you carry."
He raised one claw, placing it over his own heart.
"You wield the Force like a blade. But it is also a flame, and a frost. Celestial ice guides us into a path, and the burning fire of Maliena lights up a world—our ancient wayof life."
The dragon raised one claw and slowly etched a glowing circle into the ground. But it wasn't just a single ring—it was layered, made of multiple interlocking circles and intricate geometric shapes. At the center, he drew the image of a winged lizard—not quite a dragon, but something more primitive, less evolved.
"This power I give you… so that our lineage may continue," the dragon spoke, his voice slower now, but heavy with meaning. "Humans have hunted us for the secret of immortality. Yes, it is true—we hold that gift. But now, I am the last. And I will not let my blood vanish into history."
His massive eyes turned to Smoking Jedi.
"I want to fuse dragon and human… to create something new. A species that walks between the worlds."
He exhaled deeply.
"Smoking Jedi—you shall bear both ice and flame, though you will not be able to control them… not yet. You may call upon a breath attack, but that is all for now. One day, I hope to see you again."
Then he turned to the girl beside him.
"My granddaughter," he said gently, "please… be safe. I'm sorry for placing the hopes of our race upon your shoulders. I want you to live. To laugh. To find family and happiness. Magic will always be with you—but treat it with care."
He tried to smile. But instead, a single tear rolled from his ancient eye.
The dragon princess stepped forward, her small form wrapping around the side of his massive snout. She hugged him, but next to his enormous body, she looked like a child embracing a mountain.
"Smoking Jedi…" the dragon continued, "will you accept my blood? I will make you part dragon—but closer to human. Please… do not make me regret this."
He opened a wound on his side, and blood flowed into the magical circle. The ground responded. A chalice formed from intertwined ice and flame, hovering slightly above the glowing symbols.
The circle glowed brighter. The Dragon Princess stepped forward and drank from the chalice first—something she had clearly done before. Then, Smoking Jedi stepped up. Without hesitation, he drank the dragon's blood. The circle pulsed, then slowly faded, the magic sealing itself back into the earth. The dragon groaned and lay down, his scales shifting. Once bright red and icy blue, they now dulled, fading into graying hues.
"Grandfather, what's wrong?" the princess asked, stepping forward quickly.
He looked at her, pride and weariness in his fading eyes.
"My little Princess of Dragons… it is time. I've passed my power to you. My magic now lives within you—but it weakens me. You can no longer count on my ice. And now… you must destroy this cave. End this place, and begin anew. Transform into the form I have given you."
His glowing body began to dim. A tear slid down her cheek. "Did you know… I spent two years with him?" she said softly. "I wonder what my family thinks happened to me… but my grandfather wanted me to return with purpose."
She turned to the others and led them out of the cave. Outside, snow had started to fall again—soft, silent, peaceful. She reached out and took Smoking Jedi's hand. "Let your power flow outward. Let it create your new self."
She closed her eyes.
Her black hair shimmered—shifting to chestnut brown, the tips igniting in red and gold. Her potato-sack dress dissolved, replaced with a flowing skirt and blouse, radiant in red and yellow, marked with a unknown symbol of something familiar to the jedi..
Smoking Jedi stood still as his cloak formed around him, heavy and flowing, sleeves stitched from threads of Force energy. Sturdy boots wrapped around his feet.
He looked at her, confused. His eyes had caught the symbol glowing on her blouse—it stirred something in him, but the memory refused to surface.
"That symbol... it feels familiar. But I don't know why," he muttered.
The princess blinked, then chuckled softly. "Oh, right. You're white. I'm Mexican."
He smirked, realizing it now. "Ahh… that's why it looked familiar. I'm just being dumb."
Before their moment could stretch further, Gisele called from a distance, waving her arms. "Hey! The cave—also, don't get too far ahead! I don't want to be left alone!"
"Okay, okay, geez!" the princess called back, a warm smile tugging at her lips.
She turned toward the cave one last time. Her palm flickered with heat, and a small flame danced across her fingertips. With a gentle motion, she threw it toward a crack in the stone.
The fire struck, then— Boom.
A low, glowing explosion rippled through the cavern mouth. Stone crumbled inward as the entrance collapsed, sealing it with fire and smoke.
The Dragon Princess knelt, placing her hand over her heart, eyes lowered. "This was my grandfather's tomb—the last of the pure Celestial Maliena dragons."
Her voice was quiet. Gentle. But filled with a reverent finality. She remained there for a moment, her head bowed, letting the silence speak. Then, without a word, she stood and turned—waiting for the Smoking Jedi and Gisele to catch up.
Snow continued to fall around them. But now, it felt different. Not cold. Not lonely. Just… quiet. Like something had ended. And something else was about to begin.