Dance Of Darkness And Light

Chapter 2: Many Facets Of The Force

A/N: See disclaimer in Chapter 1. 

Big thanks to NixNox :)

Chapter 2: Many Facets Of The Force

The first sense that slowly started returning was that of touch. Mainly, she felt her face being touched by bony but gentle fingers. Next, slowly and quietly, she could hear a low and deep whisper in an unknown tongue. Her body started to slowly come to life as the unknown words slowly repeated, as if chanting. Only, she wished it wasn't waking. She felt as if she'd been ran over by a bantha on fire. She could even feel the tell tale hints of burned flesh.

Linshara blinked slowly and the hand from her face withdrew. Slowly, her vision came into focus from a blurry spattering of colour to a clear image. An image of a tall, narrow faced old man, dressed in tattered gray robes, a long bushy gray beard, similar looking eyebrows, a pointed nose and a very large gray pointed hat. Slowly she blinked at him and opened her mouth, trying to form words.

He spoke instead but she couldn't understand him. The words sounded ethereal, beautiful but at the same time like gibberish. Normally her first instinct would be to defend herself and assess the situation, but everything ached so much. The strange man didn't seem like a threat either but she could sense he was very powerful.

"I don't understand your words, strange one," she managed finally.

A smile formed on his features, "a stranger calls another strange. Strange circumstances brought two strangers together, but does that not make them normal?"

This time she understood his words despite them being a little antiquated as opposed to what she was used to. His accent sounded Imperial, but the restraint and power he emanated almost made him feel,

~Like a Jedi,~ she thought, ~but that's....~

"Apologies, I.." she tried to sit up, realizing she was actually leaned against a tree trunk in the middle of a field. The field so green and luscious it was remarkable.

He poked with his long wooden staff at the small fire he'd built in this makeshift camp. "Perhaps we should start with names and see where the path leads on from there?" He offered with a kind smile. His eyes though were calculating, he too assessing her.

Slowly, she managed herself into a seating position, wincing as her wounds tugged at her, yet not as much as she'd expected them to from what the Sith had put her through. Had the Gray Man healed her?

"I am Linshara..." she said finally, her green eyes focused on him.

He nodded slowly, "they call me Gandalf the Gray, and I am..."

"A Jedi."

"A Wizard."

They'd said it together and frowned. "What is this...Jedi?"

"Wizards are stuff of children's tales!"

He chuckled deeply, "yet I am very real. You possess a similar power yet you are not of the Istari. You are of Men."

~Istari? Men? He must mean Humans. Alright, so I traversed space and it would seem time.~ Linshara thought to herself.

"I am of a different world, very different." Her eyes held his, "my kind is known as Human. I am of a world called Chandrila."

He leaned his head left to right slowly, watching her intensely. "Strange concept, though the will of Iluvatar is never fully known to all, even to the highest of beings."

Linshara pulled herself upright a little more, wincing, "I can't understand your riddles, Gandalf. I've told you the truth and I believe you can sense it. Your turn. What is this world...." her eyes held his.