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'𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲'
━━ -ˋˏ★ˎˊ- ━━
...TAKODANA, WESTERN REACHES
THE NOISE OF the castle quieted. Compared to the hum of the Force, it was a dull sound. There were only echoes of voices instead of shouts as she rushed past, vision tunneling as she exited the castle doors. She felt like she had been dipped in an icy river and set out in the sun to dry. Distracted, she missed the last step of the entryway and stumbled.
She was awake, finally. Colors were more vibrant, and the air shimmered with the Force. It was like she was little again. Choked with the belief that she could hold the universe in her bare hands.
However, present Lyra was running out of time to find Rey and her droid.
Her stomach was twisting in knots, hyper-aware of imminent disaster. Her hands shook from the adrenaline and her body was shot through with chills. Sunlight shone through the trees, illuminating every crevice of the stone castle. When she turned to face the wide, open sky, she heard the sound. It marred the pale blue without mercy.
TIE fighters.
Lyra ran, combat boots hitting the ground hard as she tore through the castle's courtyard. The only thing pointing her in the right direction was the far-off beeps of Bee, who must have gone in search of Rey.
Suddenly, the breath was gone from her lungs.
Her ears rang.
A searing hot pain shot straight through her. She cried out, falling to her knees on the rough stone. It was pointless to try and stop the blood-boiling noise, so she put her calloused palms out on the ground to stabilize herself while her body heaved with grief. A grief that wasn't her own, but the Force passing through her. The sharp sound of a thousand screams all crying out at once.
And then silence like a candle snuffed out with two fingers.
In the smoke that remained, she looked skywards. There were stars in the daylight, explosions of distant planets that she knew well. It was Hosnian Prime, the New Republic, all gone in an instant.
The entire sprawling room of the ill-fated Senate. Friends to the Resistance, even if they weren't quite allies. All of the people like Kor Sella who still believed in the spark of hope that the Resistance wanted to ignite. Those rare people who had shaken her hand, taken her for what she was and said, thank you. How could she have even known that looking out over the Senate chamber a month ago, the minutes were already marked?
