Chapter Four: The Crystal

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"Well, that did not help my anxiety whatsoever!" Zoe says, pulling us out of lightspeed. Trayden looks at her inquisitively. "Do droids get anxiety?" He asks. She sighs loudly and ignores him. The little girl is huddled in the corner, and I walk over to her.

"Hey. I'm Morgan. Who are you little one?" She sniffles and says "Aria." I smile slightly. "That's a pretty name. Do you want to see something cool?" I ask her, holding out my hand. She nods and I lead her to a small, maroon crystal on a shelf. 

"Is that the weird crystal we stole from the Hutt's? That feels like yesterday..." Zoe reminisces, looking back at us. "You know, we never found out what that thing did..." I say in a teasing tone. Zoe can't stand anything unsolved. 

Aria grabs the crystal and runs a finger down its gleaming edge, the object seemingly glowing a rose colour at her touch. "Is this a kyber crystal?" She asks softly. I chuckle and take it from her. "No sweetie, this is something even more special, but we don't know what it is yet. Would you like to help us?"

When I take the crystal, it glows a beautiful, shimmering purple. I almost drop it in shock. "This-this hasn't happened before. Dani! Come look at this!" The fair-skinned Jedi runs over and picks it up. When her hand slides over it, it turns a deep, rich red. We look at each other. 

"Tray? Come touch the crystal." She calls, and the boy walks over, putting a finger on the mysterious artifact. Aria is transfixed with it, and her pretty eyes are wide. I know those eyes. I've seen them somewhere. I brush it off as the crystal glows even brighter, in a shade of silver like moonlight on water.

Suddenly, the crystal lights up a blinding gold, and we see two people, a man and a woman, standing together. The man is tall and good-looking, with long, curly hair and shimmering blue eyes. The woman is beautiful as he is handsome, with pale skin and brown hair that floats in waves around her.

The man locks eyes with me, and a grin breaks out on his face. "Who are you?" I ask, shielding Aria.

His smile broadens. "This is my wife, Padme Amidala, and I am Anakin Skywalker. It is truly a pleasure to finally meet you, Morgan Corvax."

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