That won't happen to you

Chapter 75

When Ahsoka was alone again the next day, she could not fly off in contrast to her sister, who again was on stalks and roots search, so she climbed a little on the tree again.

She found fruits that could be eaten, picked some, and brought them back.

The fruits grew only very close to the tree trunk, where they were protected from the winged ones by triads of leaves.

She was sure her sister would be pleased.

Then, as she sat on the branch, she heard a high-pitched scream.

Not a cry for help, a cry of attack.

She had heard something like this many times in her time in the nest, and as she turned in the direction of the cry, the black silhouette of a giant bird, against the comparatively dark gray background of her non-existent vision, stood out clearly.

She was under attack.

And this time there was no mother to protect her.

The bird was a good meter and a half tall, and how sharp its beak was Ahsoka didn't want to know at all.

What was she supposed to do now?

She would not make it to the protection of the leaves.

She wasn't fast enough for that, and she would turn her back on the bird in the process.

"Never turn your back on your opponent" she had learned, even if she didn't know when or where.

She did the only thing she could think of.

What she had seen in her dream.

She bundled the power around her.

Wove the strands, intertwined them, like the threads Lou had shown her.

And then...

...then she sent them loose.

She sent all that concentrated power off, toward the bird.

Only she hadn't considered two things.

The first was that she wasn't in space. What had looked so close in her dream was in reality still hundreds of meters away. The bird barely ten.

And the second was that she was much stronger than she had been back then. Or rather, much more connected to the Force. What had once been enough for a burst of power that hurt no one could now tear down houses.

Or birds.

So the wave of pure energy surged forth, hitting the bird with full force.

That day it rained blood and feathers.

More did not arrive from the majestic creature of the air on the ground.

Ahsoka's Force blast, had torn the creature from the inside out, into such small pieces that they rose up instead of down.

The blast had split the bird into its atoms. And it hadn't felt a second of pain.

Still, Ahsoka sank to her knees.

She stared at her hands, of which she saw no more than a dark shadow on a dark ground. Nothing more than darkness, and tears dripped from her white eyes.

She wanted to chase the bird away.

And not kill it.

What was this power inside her that was trying to get out all the time.

That made her see without her eyes, but also took life.

What was it, and what was she?

She knew nothing.

She was still crying when her sister returned home.