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As the pain subsided Alora felt a strange sensation, as if the ground beneath her was shifting. When she opened her eyes she found herself on the falcon- only it was different, clean, less war torn then the version she had arrived on. The sound of children's laughter drew her attention as she turned around to find a small blonde girl and a slightly older brunette boy playfully sword fighting lusing wooden sticks as their weapons. The girl's lands a swift strike catching the boy off guard, sending him tumbling to the ground with a giggle.
"Ha! I won!" the little girl exclaimed, her triumphant grin quickly turning to concern as she rushed to the boy's side. "Oh no, Ben, are you hurt?" she asked, extending a helping hand to him, her eyes filled with worry.
Alora's eyes widened at the mention of the name, whispering it out loud to herself "Ben"
With a mischievous grin, the boy seized the little girl's hand, pulling her down beside him on the ground. Triumphant, he pressed the tip of his stick sword against her neck, claiming victory in their playful duel. "I won"
Suddenly a man appeared behind Alora, his arrival announced by the sound of his boots on the hangar floor. "What's going on in here?" he asked. As Alora turned to face him, she was meet with a young Luke Skywalker, his hands planted firmly on his hips, his gaze directed at the children with a blend of surprise and playful sternness.
"Oh just winning of course" the boy teased helping the girl up off the floor
"No, you cheated" the girl argued crossing her arms
"It's not cheating if I just found a different way to win"
"The easiest path isn't always the right one ben..."
Ben's eyes cast downward, his voice barely above a whisper, "Yes, Master."
"Come Alora, your mother's waiting, say goodbye to your cousin"
"Mom" Alora whispered, her eyes fixed on the man's retreating figure as he exited the ship, a mix of emotions swirling within her.
With a playful grin, Ben ambled up to the little girl, ruffling her hair with a teasingly. "See you later, loser!" he chimed.
"Bye, cheater!" the girl teased, sticking out her tongue in a lighthearted gesture. The two dissolved into giggles, before she ran out of the falcon.
As the little girl rushed into her father's embrace, Alora followed close behind. Luke hoisted her onto his shoulders, and exclaimed "ready kiddo?"
"Ready!"
Alora's surroundings began to blur and distort, like a painting melting in the rain. When her vision cleared, she found herself in a cozy, rustic hut perched high above the ground, supported by the sturdy branches of a tree. The hut was part of a larger network of interconnected treehouses, each one nestled in the canopy of a towering tree, creating a labyrinthine village suspended above the ground.
