The Empire's Fall (Pt.2)

Chapter Ten: Recounting Dreams

Where am I? I bolt upright, because this is not where I remember falling asleep. Oh, it's just our tent. Wait... how did I get here? I remember falling asleep in the tree, but I don't remember coming back here. Oh... Callum must have brought me back.

A quick look over toward Luke's cot, and he's laid flat on his back, one arm over the edge of the cot, and the other slung over his eyes. He actually looks more innocent than I remember in sleep.

After I finish watching my brother, I get up and change out of the clothes I've worn since yesterday morning, into a light gray shirt with black leggings and put my usual brown boots on. Then I take down my hair and comb out my curls, before putting it back up into a crown braid. After I finish getting ready, I head outside.

It's pretty warm for an early morning on Dagobah. And surprisingly, both Master Yoda and Callum are sitting around our heater.

"Is there something you need?" I ask, once I get over to the heater.

"Master Yoda eavesdropped on us last night. He overheard about your dreams and wants to talk to you about it. I disagree with him, but agreed to a compromise. You tell us what you're comfortable with telling us, but no more than you want to. I did try."

I give Callum a small smile, then sigh. I don't really want to talk about the dreams I have, but Callum did say that I only had to tell them what I was comfortable with.

"All right. Though, I have a question. Where do you want me to start?"

"The beginning. Do no good, starting at the end does. The start of what you know, we need."

"Okay. Um, the first dream I remember having was when I was six, maybe seven. I saw a boy who looked a little older than us, but that Luke looked similar to. He was standing with a boy or a man who looked about maybe, ten or so years older. The man had reddish auburn hair. And there was a woman with them, she had the same color hair as the man, they were sad. All of them. There was also a platform in the middle of the room. There were other people there, but I couldn't see what they looked like. The platform was on fire though, but the planet they were on felt cool. Too cold for me actually, and it was night time. That's all I remember about the first one."

"Hmmm. Obi-Wan's master's funeral, that sounds like. Qui-Gon, killed on a planet like that, he was. On a mission with Ileema and Obi-Wan. Your father, that boy was, I believe."

My eyebrows shoot up, I've been having visions of father since I was about seven! On second thought, that explains quite a bit though.

"Are you okay?" Callum whispers in my ear. I sat next to him, since I've told him about on of the worst dreams I've had, somehow, sitting with him makes talking about them, not as bad.

"I'm fine, that one wasn't even a bad one."

Callum looks at me in surprise.

"Next one you had, about what, was it?"

"Um, I had a few small ones that were mostly about some things that happened on Tatooine, to me and Luke, that is. Like a few of the scrapes we would get into, some very reckless stuff that we did with our friends, that sort of thing. My next major one, was when I was about nine or ten.

"Uh, the one I had at about ten or so, was about a woman. She and I looked a lot alike, but she was older. I asked Aunt Beru about it after a while, and she told me that it was my grandmother. Shmi Skywalker. Grandmother was out picking some of the mushrooms that grow in the desert. One of the few plants hardy enough to survive on Tatooine. She was kidnapped by Sandpeople, or Tusken Raiders. They took her to their camp, and beat her, tortured her, for entertainment! What they did to Grandmother, was sick. Weeks after she had been kidnapped, a boy came. He had a blue lightsaber, and I do know who he was. Only because Grandmother called him Ani, and referred to him as her son. Grandmother died in his arms, afterward, father killed all of the Sandpeople in that village. All of them. No one survived."