That won't happen to you

Chapter 63

She didn't know where she was going.

She didn't know how far she went.

But she walked.

She walked as long as she could, until her legs gave out from under her, and her weakened body hit the hard ground.

A sharp pain shot from her bones, up her spine.

A soft hiss escaped her. But no scream.

She lay there for a moment, then carefully began to rise again.

This time she had fallen on earth instead of grass.

As she continued to walk, slower this time because her condition did not allow her to walk faster

She quickly figured out something else.

She was in a forest.

How she noticed it?

She ran into a tree.

A quiet, somewhat offended murmur escaped her, but then she let the tree be a tree and went on.

This time her arms were stretched out in front of her so that she wouldn't have to run into a tree again.

A simple problem. A simple solution. But for her it felt wonderful to have found this solution herself.

She had a problem.

And she had found a way not to have it anymore.

And that felt so great.

She had found this solution on her own.

All alone.

Only her.

Not anyone else. Not for anyone else. But only her. And only for herself.

So she was walking on, arms outstretched, when suddenly the ground beneath her made a muddy sound, and then slid away from under her feet.

And made her fall forward into a river.

As her head came under water, and she instinctively continued to breathe, her lungs of course immediately filled with water.

Coughing, she trashed around, desperately trying to get back up, however, she seemed to have been pushed further into the middle, as she was unable to reach the surface.

She continued to cough, trying to clear the water from her lungs, kicking like crazy, when something grabbed her by the collar.

She was pulled out of the water, and laid on the side.

She continued to cough, and this time she finally managed to expel the water from her lungs, and was able to breathe more freely again.

She gasped, and breathed, relieved to finally get oxygen again.

Then she reached to the place where she had been grabbed and dragged out of the water.

Who had done that?

Who had saved her?

Something brushed her cheek in a featherlight touch, a hand as gentle as a breeze.

Maybe a wing, Ahsoka didn't know exactly.

"You can do this little one" the person, if it was a person, said just as gentle as her touch had been.

"You can do it" the girl reached forward to grab the someone to find out who or what was there, but she had barely touched the soft skin of a face before the figure dissolved between her fingers, and was gone.

"We'll see each other again. Soon. Very soon." she heard another echo of the voice, but then her mysterious savior was gone.