That won't happen to you

Kapitel 68

As if it wanted to protect her.

But why would the Force protect her when it was trying to wash away her mind?

In her naive ignorance, Ahsoka had done something that no Jed before her had ever done.

She had let go.

Freed from the rules of the world, freed from gravity and pain, her mind floated in the Force.

Free and unbound.

Even though her heart was still beating.

Although her lungs still breathed.

Although her blood still flowed in her veins.

Although her body was still alive her mind left it for now.

Yes, to connect completely with the force. To become one with it, to fully feel the flow of its powers, Ashla had come up with something special for that.

The one thing that no force-sensitive would ever do.

The one thing that even the Sith would not dare to do.

The one thing this young girl could do with her missing knowledge.
Because of her missing knowledge.

She followed her instincts. Even though what it advised her to do seemed pointless.

She listened to the Force, to Ashla, even though the path she showed her seemed to mean her certain end.

But what she did not know, she was not afraid of.

That was Ashla's great secret, the one that no Force sensitive had ever dared to explore.

But unaware of the dangers, and in this huge storm of pure energy? What was the teenager to do but let go.

It had been a stroke of genius from Ashla.

Everyone grew up with mental barriers.

From the moment a newborn's signature is touched by the darkness of the galaxy on.

From that moment it builds its first mental barrier.

To learn to lower it, it would have to learn to manipulate the Force.

And if one learns to manipulate the Force, one is warned never to lower the shields that far. Never to destroy the last barrier of protection. And above all. Never to let go.

Even the Sith followed this rule, fearing they would lose their power if they violated it. Their greatest power. The power over themselves. Unknowing how often they had already lost it.

But the girl in the storm knew nothing about this rule. And even if she didn't remember, she had learned how to lower her shields.

That mixture of knowing and not knowing. Of innocence and naivety, was something new. For before her, no Jedi had broken so deeply, and yet had risen again.

No one had managed to fix the fragments of his own soul. To pick up the powder to which she was crushed like this girl.

And this girl was rewarded for it. Because when she sank from the levitation into which her mediation had lifted her, back to the ground.

When she opened her eyes.

The darkness was gone.

Her eyes had not been healed by the Force, no. They were still destroyed and chalky white.

But Ahsoka saw through the Force. She saw through the Force like no one before her.

She saw the Force flowing as such.