Destruction of the Innocent (Anakin Skywalker)

Premonition

  There was nothing but darkness as I stir awake. It engulfes me in a blanket of cold I can't describe. I felt the emptiness. I felt alone. So much pain it hurt my chest to breath. 
The overwhelming heat welcomes me as I opened my eyes.


The smell of fire stung in the back of my throat. The sound of twisting, burning metal is all around me. The feeling of death and destruction is almost unbearable. 

I turn my head, where I see a lightsaber hilt lying on the ground besides me.

Rolling onto my side, I reach for it and force myself to stand. I study it and notice it's made of Alloy metal. A Jedi's weapon, but upon realization of who's , my heart sinks as I look around frantically.

"Obi-Wan!?", I yell into the dark, where I am only greeted by my echo.

I cough and choke on the smoke growing around me,"Obi-Wan!!"




My hand goes to my throat as my air is cut off and I began choking. It was as if someone was physically choking me. No, someone was choking me.

 The struggle against the grip had only made it tighter. I dropped the lightsaber and it rolls a few feet away from me.

My feet are scraping the rock beneath me now as I begin to levitate. The grip glides to my throat entirely as I am turned towards my attacker, and a million possibilities flash through my mind.

       The tall, dark man looms across from me. I could feel the anger and hatred from his sickly yellow eyes under the hood of his cloak. Someone I had once trusted with my entire life, was seconds away from taking it.

I wheeze and try to pry the imaginary hand from crushing my windpipe.

"Stop! Stop this! Please! There's still time, you can stop this!", I choke out. His jaw tightens and he cocks his head.

My consciousness was slipping as my hands left my throat and my arms fall to my sides. He gives one last squeeze then releases me and I fall to the ground.




I barely had time to catch myself before I duck in time to miss a boulder that was lifted through the air and hurled towards my head. 

It explodes on the ground behind me and I lunge for the lightsaber. It's blue blade ignites and I throw it in front of me just in time to stop the red one aiming for my neck.

My eyes widen as I meet his. The eyes that would leave an indention on me forever.

Baby blues turn to yellow, then to blue again- back to yellow.

"Nova!...Nova wake up!"
But I could'nt. I was captivated for all the wrong reasons.

"Nova! You have to let go! Let go!!"

They switch to blue once more and stay before I am forced awake. "Nova!!"




    My eyes snap open and I ignite my lightsaber in front of me.

"Nova! Nova, stop!", my Mother says on the other side of my blade. I blink as a shaky breath of realization escapes me. My blurry vison becomes clear when I see her face and smell the lavender soap bar she was holding to wake me.

"Nova?", she says, her hand holding the hilt of my lightsaber. I switch it off as I look around the room frantically for danger.

"Nova, honey-look at me", she says. I turn to her as tears fill my eyes.

"Oh Mother", I shake my head, my voice barely above a whisper. I can see my fear in the reflection of her eyes. She sits next to me on the couch and grabs me in a hug. "Oh Mother, it was horrible!"


"It's alright", she whispers.

"They killed everyone!! I could'nt escape, there was darkness everywhere I turned! Obi Wan was gone, I-I could'nt wake up! He was'nt going to let me-"

My eyes fall shut, I suck in a deep breath and released it.

"How far ahead did you see this happen?", she asked as she lets me sit up.

My eyes squeeze shut harder as the scenes of our lightsabers clashing together replay in my mind. I flinch as the heat warms my face again. As I release another shaky breath, I can feel the fingers wrapped around my throat.

"It's hard to tell...soon, I'm afraid", I answer.
 
"Your safe...It was only a vision...It was just a vision", she assured me." And we'll do our best to make sure it never becomes our reality."

I turn to look at her and we give each other a slight nod. She hands me an old green bottle, with a leather wrap around the top, beautifully decorated with feathers and beads.

Something close to whiskey, but a tonic our ancestors would drink from after they had visions to calm the nerves.

It helped, but nothing would get the sour taste of hatred out of my mouth.




No one else knew of my visions or abilities, just my Mother and I. While she was powerful in the Force , with the help of our tribe's magic of course, she skipped the generation of visionists. And it was passed down to me.

She said it was a blessing, that not many of our tribe possessed this gift- but that's someone else's view of it.

A gift? I beg to differ. Seemed like a nightmare I could'nt escape sometimes.

My visions had a range of my predicting something falling off of a shelf, to attacks on our city.

And this had been the first one I had since I was 15.

I tipped the bottle back and had another sip, feeling it work into my system.

The fall of our Republic was coming, what bothered me is I did'nt know when.