One day, as Micah reached for his spear, something peculiar happened. The weapon twitched, then lifted from the ground, all on its own. Micah stared at it, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
"Well, that's something new," he muttered, his voice tinged with astonishment. He extended his hand again, half-expecting it to be a fluke. To his amazement, the spear floated back toward him, as if responding to an unseen command.
Micah blinked, trying to process the situation. He was more surprised than curious, his mind racing with questions. This wasn't something he had anticipated, and the unexpected display of telekinetic power left him slightly bewildered.
"It looks like my power is more than just redirection," he said With a shrug, he decided to embrace this newfound ability, even if he didn't fully understand it. The spear had a mind of its own, it seemed, and for now, Micah was content to go along for the ride.
In the days that followed, he began practicing, experimenting with his telekinetic power. Rocks, leaves, and various objects became his training ground. Sometimes he succeeded, other times he failed, but each attempt filled him with a sense of determination. The jungle, once a place of danger, had become a sanctuary of discovery.
"Maybe there's more to this than I thought," he mused, his eyes glinting with newfound purpose. With each practice session, he honed his abilities, slowly mastering the art of telekinesis. The jungle had become his training ground, and Micah, a novice no more, was ready to explore the depths of his power.
After a few days of practicing his telekinetic abilities, Micah felt a growing need to understand his newfound power on a deeper level. The sensation was more than curiosity; it was a pull, an instinct urging him to explore the depths of his own mind. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he found a quiet spot amidst the jungle foliage and decided to meditate.
Sitting cross-legged, he closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, allowing the sounds of the jungle to fade into the background. In the stillness, he sought to connect with the energy that flowed within him, the same force that allowed him to manipulate objects with his mind. It was a journey inward, a quest for self-discovery and understanding.
"This power... it's a part of me, isn't it?" Micah whispered to himself, his voice barely audible amidst the rustle of leaves. The jungle seemed to echo his words, as if acknowledging the truth of his realization.
As he delved deeper into his meditation, he felt a subtle shift in his perception. It was as if a door had opened within him, revealing glimpses of a vast, interconnected universe. Images and sensations washed over him – echoes of ancient wisdom, distant planets, and the ebb and flow of cosmic energies.
"This is the Force," he whispered, his voice carrying a newfound conviction. The words resonated within him, filling him with a profound sense of belonging.
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The story of a wild Jedi: Micah Dunerunner
FanfictionMicah was only a kid when he crash-landed down on that jungle planet but the force has its ways
