To Have a Gift (A Star Wars Fanfic)

Chapter 7

Tomorrow was the meeting with host for the clones, Jango Fett. Until then, the Jedi and Dark sat opposite each other awkwardly, occasionally glancing up or down or at nothing in particular.

"So..." Master Kenobi said.

"I'm gonna go mediate." Arrai popped up and left to go to a separate room.

"Alright, then." Obi-Wan said. He looked around and began talking to himself for no apparent reason. "So here I am, on this rainy planet, by myslef. In a dark room, in a building full of strange creatures called Kaminoans, who have abnormally long necks, looking for a man who may or not be a bounty hunter. And if he's not, this entire day will have been mostly wasted. Wait a moment... who am I talking to?" He groaned.

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Sunlight glares her, surrounds her, engulfs her. She feels its power and consumes it before it devours her. She is full of power, fueled from the stars.

Suddenly, the ground evaporates and she is standing on nothing. The background is simply stars. Then, like a ship going into hyperspace, she feels a surge, a rush, and it burns her.

"Help!" She yells.

She hears a similar cry echo from somewhere. But here, everywhere and yet nowhere, there is no concept of time or place.

A faint voice is heard somewhere, and Arrai spins around to look for the cause of it. No one is seen anywhere.

Suddenly, something starts buzzing in and out of focus. When it can be seen clearly, she realizes that it's a mirror.

She tries to wake herself out of this horrid nightmare, but is unsuccessful. She shakes her head, but all she can feel is emptiness. There is literally nothing here, except the mirror.

She envisions herself in front of the reflecting glass. She closes her eyes, and when she opens them, she is suddenly in front of it. But she does not see her own body in the mirror. It is... her brother's? Anakin stands where she should be. That can't mean anything good.

But he doesn't wear her shocked expression. He has one of mockery and laughter. Something about her was apparently funny. She looks herself over, trying to find something wrong with her. But she's completely normal.

She figures out of to speak. "Ani?" She asks the reflection.

The figure laughs. It doesn't bear the voice of her brother. "Who do you think I am, child?"

"You're... definitely not my brother. Who are you?"

The person looks at her with a fake expression of shock. "What? You don't recognize me?"

He shakes her head. "You look like Anakin, but you don't sound like him."

The person no longer wears any expression. "You know me. You've met me. I don't not look like your brother, he looks like me."

Arrai suddenly became completely calm. This guy was just insane, he was nothing to fear. "Look, I don't really care. Can you tell me how to get out of here?"

The figure smiled. "And why would I do that?"

"Uh, I don't know. Because it'd be nice if you did?" She guessed.

"And why would I... Be nice?" He spat the words like they were bad-tasting.

"Look," she decided to get serious. "I don't care who you are, or why you're here. Listen to me. This is my dream, and I have been taught to control visions and nightmares alike. So I order you to how me how to get out of this!"

The figure let out a giggle of insanity. "You think you can just order me around, especially someone like you? You're nothing. You couldn't control me if I wanted to be controlled. Ha!"

"Fine." She said. "Then I'll ask you once more. How do I get out of here?"

"Ah," he said. "There you go. Go all Light on me. I'm so afraid of the Jedi!" He mocked. "What're you going to do to me?"

"First of all, I'm not going Light. I never do that. Second, who exactly do you think you are to make fun of me? And third..."

"Oh! Stop right there. You just aren't any fun, are you? Then again, a Dark like you never is."

"Wait." She stops him. She finally realizes that he knows who she is. "How do you know I'm a Dark Jedi?"

"Hmm, I don't know." He says sarcastically. "Maybe it's the color of your eyes."

The mirror suddenly displayed an exact copy of Arrai. Her eyes were flickering yellow, obviously marking her.

"Or," his face took the place of her's. "Maybe it's your hair."

She instinctively touched her padawan braids, which there were two of.

"Or maybe," he adds one last thing. "It's your aura. It's so strongly Dark, it almost hurts. Well, it would hurt a Jedi, which I am not."

"I'm not that Dark," she said.

"Oh, yes, my dear, you are." He gave one last menacing, evil laugh. "I am not you, and you and your brother are me. Don't forget it."

Then the mirror cracked into pieces, shattering the image of the man. Arrai naturally covered her head from the glass, shielding herself. But she was still cut in many places, mostly on her arm. She screamed.

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Someone was shaking her. "Arrai! Get up!" They said.

As her eyes darted open, they flashed red, but only briefly. She looked up and saw the face of her brother's master. "Obi-Wan? What happened? Where are we?"

"We're still on Kamino." He assured. "As for what happened, I was hoping you could tell me."

She struggled to zone in on everything. Then a realization hit her. "I fell asleep, didn't I?"

"Oh." Obi-Wan said. "I guess you did. I thought I heard someone... wait." He grabbed her arm. It was all cut up. "Yes. You definitely fell asleep."

She remembered. The mirror. The man would looked like Anakin. What he said: "I am not you, you and your brother are me."

"Great. If you've ever wondered why Dark Jedi don't sleep, this is your reason."