Lᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ Fᴏʀᴄᴇ
Congen walked through Naboo's manicured park, enjoying the smell of blooming lilies and the peaceful hum of passing citizens. Knowing how fragile peace was across the war-torn galaxy, she cherished these quiet moments away from her training. She leaned down near a fountain to inspect a patch of flowers, her eyes wandering to her reflection in a small puddle.
Suddenly, the water seemed to change into her own face frowning at her as they spoke with a spiteful tone. "Are you a Jedi or a gardener?" the comment causing her to freeze, breathing becoming harder. The girl staring back at her didn't look like a hero of the Republic but someone who had spent years running from conflict.
Her hand reached down to touch the cold steel of her lightsaber hilt as a breeze rippled the water, blurring the image away. Shaken, Congen forced herself to stand despite her legs buckling underneath, as she wrapped her arms tightly across her chest, watching a pair of oblivious guards stroll past as the familiar self-doubt began creeping into her mind.
"I simply don't know..." She said softly into the wind.
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