STARLIGHT. anakin skywalker

chapter two. the chosen one

Now that her Master has allowed her to spend the rest of her day as she wishes, Arysa dashes into the Jedi Archives. The repository is where incomprehensible amounts of data are stored both electronically and holographically, being one of the largest sources of information in the whole galaxy. After the gathering in the chamber of the Jedi Council, situated in the central tower of the Temple, the girl feels haunted by the prophecy. Too much has happened in a few days for her to make sense of anything. It seems as though what was once stable has become a realm of uncertainty.

A Chosen One shall come, born of no father, and through him will ultimate balance in the Force be restored.

Anakin hasn't been brought to the Temple yet, but when that happens, Arysa wants to show him all that there's to see in the place she calls her home. He probably needs a tour either way because the Temple is huge. Even she gets lost every once in a while; it is an inevitable occurance. Indeed, the Force is the most trustworthy guide once you get ahold of its presence.

The entrace to the Archives is wide open, welcoming those who reside inside the Temple. She barges right in and decides to spend some time in the hall that contains the mathematics and science info. She selects one of the data cards available on droid programming and takes a seat at one of the tables. As much as she wants to concentrate on her studies, her brain is too stimulated to comprehend anything. It begs to know more, to untangle the mystery that crashed into her life overnight.

Her Master has never insisted upon prophecies; he even called them overly vague and irrelevant. Much like visions, prophecies leave too much room for interpretation for them to be reliable reflections of the future. Arysa is not fond of them either, but she has researched some of them thanks to Qui-Gon. He has encouraged her numerous times to broaden her knowledge and not to limit herself only to what's feasible. At first, she thought they made no sense and were too convoluted. Then, as one prophecy led to another, she began to connect the references. Not quite a believer, but versed enough to understand the logical aspects.

"I assumed I'd find you here," Obi-Wan's voice startles her from the trance she's induced upon herself.

"Well..." she drawls with a hint of shyness.

"What's causing you distress?" The older Padawan claims a seat across from her.

"Nothing in particular," she lies poorly, her hesitation further amplified by the fiddling with the now deactivated data card.

"I know you better than that," Obi-Wan says.

"It's not as much of a big deal as you might wrongfully assume," Arysa clarifies. "I'm just concerned..."

"So you want me to guess what concerns you?" He proposes, confidently aware of the reasoning.

She simply shrugs and avoids his gaze. To him, that only represents an indication of what he reckoned is the justification for her dissociation.

"This is about Anakin, isn't it?" he assumes.

"I mean, could that prophecy really be true?" the girl implies, her thoughts swinging akin to the oscillations of the motion of a pendulum from Anakin, a mere child with extraordinary abilities, to the words of the Jedi mystics belonging to the ancient Jedi Order.

"Qui-Gon loves obsessing over them, he's always been like this. Even before you were born," Obi-Wan points out in his usual cheeky manner.