The Jedi Knight sat cross-legged on the training pad, the strong glow of Naboo's moon was beautiful. And in the distance the city-lights from Theed could be seen, albeit faintly. Meditation had long been his refuge, the ritual that anchored him to calm. But lately, stillness did not bring peace. There was something tugging at his heart, something that perhaps he should've been doing. Aiden let out a small sigh as he stood up, breathing in the cool Naboo air and exhaling. Before he made his way towards his home, not so far away.
Sleep took him, but it did not hold him gently.
The first dream came like a memory: the Temple gardens, a warm sun on his shoulders, the quiet laughter of initiates chasing one another through the tall grasses. His former Master sat nearby, offering a knowing smile, the kind that made every lesson he learned from her feel like it had been planted deep in the heart rather than the mind. Serenity, light, and the unmistakable sense that the galaxy could not fall so long as the Jedi endured.
But the scene fractured like glass under a sudden strike.
The same gardens, only now choked in ash. The laughter twisted into screams. Statues toppled, branches burned, and in the haze, the Knight saw his master again but this time, blood soaked her robes. A faceless figure stood above the body, crimson blade humming. The Knight rushed forward, but his feet sank as if the earth itself conspired to trap him. It was there he heard her voice again. The one he met in the forest, the one he vowed to protect. She was on the run again, and he didn't know how to find her. He tried to reach for her, yet she was already long gone. The dark figures that were chasing her, taking a look back at him before they began their pursuit
He woke with a start, sweat beading across his skin, his pulse echoing too loudly in the stillness of his room.
For days, the dreams returned. Sometimes it was the Temple consumed by flame, sometimes the stars themselves going out, one by one, until the galaxy was swallowed whole. Other times he saw children, faces he didn't know, but somehow recognized they were crying for him, reaching for help he could not give. And there they were, the shadows in the dark chasing the young girl whom they saved several weeks ago. Being chased, by the same phantoms.....
Night after night, he tried to bury the fear in meditation, in rigorous training, in unshakable Jedi discipline. Yet the Force whispered through the cracks in his defenses.
This is not only dream. This is what may come.
Aiden had been through this before, fever, fear, pain. They were in constant contact, she was doing okay....
So, why now...?
Sleep took him, but it did not hold him gently.
The first dream came like a memory: the Temple gardens, a warm sun on his shoulders, the quiet laughter of initiates chasing one another through the tall grasses. His former Master sat nearby, offering a knowing smile, the kind that made every lesson he learned from her feel like it had been planted deep in the heart rather than the mind. Serenity, light, and the unmistakable sense that the galaxy could not fall so long as the Jedi endured.
But the scene fractured like glass under a sudden strike.
The same gardens, only now choked in ash. The laughter twisted into screams. Statues toppled, branches burned, and in the haze, the Knight saw his master again but this time, blood soaked her robes. A faceless figure stood above the body, crimson blade humming. The Knight rushed forward, but his feet sank as if the earth itself conspired to trap him. It was there he heard her voice again. The one he met in the forest, the one he vowed to protect. She was on the run again, and he didn't know how to find her. He tried to reach for her, yet she was already long gone. The dark figures that were chasing her, taking a look back at him before they began their pursuit
He woke with a start, sweat beading across his skin, his pulse echoing too loudly in the stillness of his room.
For days, the dreams returned. Sometimes it was the Temple consumed by flame, sometimes the stars themselves going out, one by one, until the galaxy was swallowed whole. Other times he saw children, faces he didn't know, but somehow recognized they were crying for him, reaching for help he could not give. And there they were, the shadows in the dark chasing the young girl whom they saved several weeks ago. Being chased, by the same phantoms.....
Night after night, he tried to bury the fear in meditation, in rigorous training, in unshakable Jedi discipline. Yet the Force whispered through the cracks in his defenses.
This is not only dream. This is what may come.
Aiden had been through this before, fever, fear, pain. They were in constant contact, she was doing okay....
So, why now...?
