Eternal ~ Anakin Skywalker ~

3: Angels and Devils

Every time my eyes opened, the stupid rock dropped.

It was a trick to keep me entertained and prevent me from wandering off. They were wrong if they believed simple trickery could keep me here. If I wanted something, I took it without regret.

I stood on my feet with an aggravated huff. "I can't do it!"

"I know it is difficult, but you can't give up," Obi-Wan said with a facepalm.

He was frustrated with me, and I didn't care. What he asked me to do was ridiculous and a waste of time. Not that I was in a hurry to do anything since leaving the ship wasn't an option.

"Do it yourself," I snapped, not caring if he got upset at my outburst.

"Learners do not make demands of their Masters," he said sternly, his glare showing a much more severe side than earlier. "With that said, you listen and respect them."

I put my hands on my hips and grumbled. Learners were demanding and thought they were better. I was, without doubt — a selfish child.

"But I want to see you lift the stupid rock."

"No," he said. "And you will learn your place, young one."

He started to stand, but I hurried over, touching his hand. A bright flash blindingly appeared, and I floated until I sensed the ground.

With an unfamiliar smell and a soft breeze, I realized I was no longer on the starship but in a giant temple with golden statues of robed figures, were a between a door in a dome-like room where children — human and alien
— swung practice lightsabers at a floating laser ball.

One particular youngling was struggling against the ball, frustration roaring in his sea-blue eyes as he began to growl.

"Focus you must, Obi-Wan," a green alien with pointy ears said. "Calm yourself and flow the Force, it will."

I can feel his frustration; my nails dig into my closed fist.

Another bright flash and vast green field appeared, where Obi-Wan struggled to lift a huge boulder, his face wrinkled and Master Qui-gon standing over him. Suddenly, the boulder slowly lifted off the ground, rising into the blue sky.

"Good," Qui-Gon praised. "Now try it with your eyes open."

Obi-Wan feels confident, overconfident, some might say.

I flashed to the present, still holding Obi-Wan's hand — sensing his emotions and hearing his thoughts? I stepped back, confused, unsure of what I saw or how I did it.

Was it real? Did those things happen?

"You have psychometry? I thought it only works when someone touches an object, not someone."

I had never been able to do anything like that my whole life. Suddenly — two Jedi showed up — then bam! Superpowers!

"What is psychometry?" I asked, eyes wide. A little throb began inside my head.

"It's when you touch an object and witness events connected to it," Obi-Wan explained. "You feel its history. It's an... echo in the Force from the object."

"Sounds weird."

Obi-Wan stroked his chin. "But that doesn't explain how you felt my thoughts or emotions. That's telepathy. I think this is a different power entirely."

Suddenly, a searing pain rippled through my skull. I collapsed to the ground, clutching my head and crying out in agony. I had never experienced such overwhelming pain — it was as though my mind was tearing apart.