That won't happen to you

Chapter 105

"Here," Ahsoka muttered as she handed Aech the wrench he was desperately seeking.

Aech hadn't asked for it.

Confused, he raised his head.

"How...?"

Ahsoka ignored his question and turned back to the holocome.

Her skills were growing.

They grew every day and throbbed against her from within, as if they wanted to tear her in two.

She had been safe in the trees. Safe from reality. She had been in a little golden dream world where there was neither sorrow nor grief.

And on the farm... she has also been safe. She had found her way back to reality, but she didn't need to be afraid of herself. It seemed as if an invisible shield protected her from these strange forces. A shield that she herself was not prepared to put up.

Now she was here. With Aech.

And suddenly all shields, but also all restrictions seemed to have disappeared.

If the shield had given her time to recover before, now it let go so she could learn. Developed. And so did her abilities.

This strange power flowed through every vein of her body. Through every fiber. It seemed to charge her from within and wanted to burst forth.

Silently, Ahsoka continued to work. This force wanted to burst out and tear her apart from the inside, to then put her back together again.

Or had it already?

The dreams had left sleep and circulated through her mind.

Shouted words and phrases. Teachings and jokes.

She was glad that at least the real world was silent. Made room for the chaos in her head that she was unable to sort out.

"Stop it!" she wanted to scream. "Let me breathe! I need time!"

But her time was up. The time of safety and security was over.

She was now ready to see what this galaxy was really like, and so the darkness did not stop, hammering relentlessly at her shields.

Shields that she now had to carry herself again.

Shields that the darkness could not break through.

But the light? The light shone through unhindered, soaked her innermost and made her glow from within.

It cleansed her of pain and fear.

And even though it was all too much in her mind, it remained a source of peace that she could rely on.

On which she could fall back to get silence in her head and to be able to think.

And while inside her that storm roared that once blew around her, back in the forest.

While in its midst, as an eye in the storm, the light sat and drove her, her hands worked guidelessly and precisely on the technique.

Ahsoka did not need to concentrate on it, her hands did it by themselves.

They were so used to it. It was so natural to them, that activity so simple, yet actually so complicated, joined the light and steadied Ahsoka's breathing.

From the outside, nothing was visible to the girl.

Silent and seemingly concentrated, she was bent over the technique.

But the storm was raging.