Okuro_Ishimoto
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Okuro found himself in a foggy forest, an area that looked like it was Dagobah. "Hello?" He asked, looking around. "Is anyone there?" He turned to see two familiar faces, those of his parents. They had died when he was four, the day he was taken to begin his Jedi Training. His memories of them were little, though he recognized their faces. "Mother? Father?" He walked towards them as they became engulfed in shadows. He saw two shadowy figures, but couldn't make out their faces. He saw a red lightsaber ignite in each of their hands, and he instincively reached for his sabers....but they weren't there! The two figures dashed towards him, preparing to slice him in two.
He gasped and woke up in a cold sweat, panting heavily as he looked around the room. It was the room the Silver Jedi Order had given him. He had never had these dreams before, and figured they had to be connected. He extended his hand as his lightsabers flew to his hands, clipping them to his Utility Belt and roaming the halls to try and find some answers.
He gasped and woke up in a cold sweat, panting heavily as he looked around the room. It was the room the Silver Jedi Order had given him. He had never had these dreams before, and figured they had to be connected. He extended his hand as his lightsabers flew to his hands, clipping them to his Utility Belt and roaming the halls to try and find some answers.