TCW FebuWhump Prompts

You Can't Stop Destiny (But You Can Change It)

Day 4 prompt: Impaling

Warnings: canon-divergence, set during Mortis arc, major character death

Ahsoka opened her eyes, the amber glint shining in the dark, like a cat in the night. The Son had bit her wrists, the poisons of the dark side flooding her entire body and making her give control to it. The Son stood tall, hands clasped behind his back.  

"You have a duty to fulfill. And you best do it well."

She didn't need to ask him what she needed to do as she stood up. The information was already in her head. Get the dagger, and bring it to him.

Ahsoka stood up, a cruel smile painted on her face. As she exited the prison chamber of the monastery she jumped the same time the Son turned into a gargoyle, grabbing her arms by his talons. He flew up, dumping her on the top of the tower, where she flipped to land on her feet. He disappeared, but she paid that no mind. She sat on her knees, and her eyes closed shut.

~

Inside Ahsoka's consciousness...

The real Ahsoka woke up, snarling as the dark pressed against her light, threatening to consume her as a whole. She would not be possessed by some evil force god that she had just met a few days ago. She searched around the confine, trying to figure out where she was. She couldn't feel Anakin and Obi-Wan; did they leave the planet without her? She knew they wouldn't, but something wasn't adding up. She immediately searched for an exit, some way to get out.

"You can't escape that easily."

She whirled around, and her eyes widened in surprise. There she was, another version of herself, back turned. But something felt off. The 'clone,' as she would call it, turned around, and Ahsoka startled. She had yellow eyes, black veins covering almost every part of her skin. She looked like a broken doll, her eyes seemingly broken and her hands stained in blood.

"What are you?" Ahsoka gasped.

"This?" Her clone self motioned towards herself almost thoughtfully. "I'm your insecurities, your weaknesses, your failures. And soon you'll realize you won't be able to save everyone you love... but be the one to kill them."

Ahsoka was then whisked away, her body not moving but the scene warping and changing into something new. She closed her eyes from all of the power that she felt was in conflict, and when she opened them, she was seeing life back in her own eyes. Or so she thought. She then felt her master's presence.

"Ahsoka. Ahsoka, it's me. You're safe. Now let's go."

Yes! We can leave this godforsaken planet.

"Are you...proud, of me, Master?"

Her lips moved without consent, and Ahsoka moved away in shock but found that her physical body didn't go along with it. She was so confused. She heard a voice then.

"This is your destiny. To help the Son free himself from Mortis."

She turned around, seeing the clone had somehow become more malicious and somehow adopted into the Son's form.

"I won't do it!"

"Oh, you will. You can't stop your destiny."

Always in motion, the future is, she remembered Master Yoda saying.

Her attention was ripped away from him as she found her lips moving again, turning around to face her beloved master.

"He's right, right about everything. You must join him. He only wants what's best for the universe."