𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟-𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 | a.s x fem!reader

37 - Just a Dream

{ANAKIN'S POV:}

A flash of white light.

I found myself traipsing along the long stone corridors of my Princess' - sorry, my Queen's - palace, my boots echoing rather loudly on the polished stone floors like large, deafening claps of thunder. The corridor seemed to go on forever, the lighting and the stone almost making everything look monochrome, with a slight and odd tint of  yellow from the torches of fire hung from the pillars.

A shiver suddenly ran through my body and I felt the surroundings of the palace suddenly grow icy cold, the fire of the wall torches blowing out and smoking with a single gust of invisible wind passing through.

I kept walking; was this corridor ever going to end?

Where was she? Where was Devica?

I felt as though I was almost completely alone in this ridiculously large and ominous palace, sending a feeling of unease rush through me, causing my stomach to turn unwillingly, a wave of nausea monopolizing my body... something was off.

Something was most definitely not right... by why the hell couldn't I put my finger on it?

My feet kept walking down the seemingly never-ending corridor, having absolutely no control of their movements. I silently begged for them to stop so I could take a moment to gather my bearings and figure out what I could sense that felt so awfully horrible but alas, they did not answer to my brain's demands. My footsteps grew even louder than before as the doorway to the ballroom came into view.

I quickened my pace and grabbed hold of the large door to pull and open it, but as soon as my hand came into contact with the door, it splintered under my grip and felt cold to the touch. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I watched the door handle begin to rust and flake, going from the ornate, polished gold to a tarnished and ugly maroon colour.

Something was definitely wrong.

The door suddenly swung out the opposite way, allowing me entry to the ballroom. Slowly, I eased myself further into the room and scanned my surroundings... but this wasn't the palace ballroom. This was the grand room in Ayzel's memorial temple where we had just held (y/n)'s birthday celebration at... but how was I here when I was just walking the corridor in the palace? I know it was definitely the palace; I recognized the royal crests of the Solaris system strung up in tapestries adorning the greyed walls, along with those stupid, almost medieval fire torches on the stone pillars.

So how was I now in the memorial Temple?

I allowed my curious eyes to search the room, my glance landing on the painting of Devica, Ayzel and (y/n) hung on the wall. The sense of dread suddenly grew in me as I noticed a huddle of black-cloaked figures surrounding the painting and something beneath it in a circle. The room was deathly silent apart from the heavy panting which was my chest heaving up and down, and the deafening sound of my heart beating as though it was lodged in my throat. Allowing myself to slowly approach the ominous circle of cloaked figures, I reached down to my belt for my lightsaber in case I needed to defend myself. As my hand gripped where my lightsaber should be, I felt nothing come into my hand. Panicking a little more, I gazed down and noticed that my lightsaber was now missing from my belt.

Gulping, feeling my heart beat faster and louder in my body, my boots making the same thunderous sound as I walked on closer and closer to the group. As I finally came up from behind one of them, the group parted a little for me to pass without even having to open my mouth to get them to move.

I pushed my way through gentler than I would usually tend to, the small sounds I heard from the doorway of the room now recognizable as virtually silent, muffled and almost ghostly wails and sobs coming from the cloaked circle.