Beyond the Uncharted | Star Wars Fanfiction

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ: ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜᴍʙʀᴀ

Dusk had overtaken the north, and the city light shimmered like a sea of stars. The world stirred in wake, despite the darkening hour. I found myself rising to regard the horizon, my feet brushing across the mural below in weakness. Moving towards the window that curved above my head, my fingertips made contact with the cool glass. Between the glimmers in the purple tint, my face peered back at me—my under eyes were sunken, sleepiness clutching at my mouth.

Through my solitary thoughts, my mind wandered. I had always belonged among the stars, exploring worlds incomprehensible to my isolated view. Master Obi-Wan warned me of this curiosity—I was foolish to ignore his concerns. Now enduring these consequences, my temple was just a speck of light, hidden away in the thicket of a mountainside.

Kai's fierce gaze lingers in my mind—his gentle eyes, freckled skin, soft lips. How I wish we could be together again, back when the universe felt so much larger. "If only I could reach him, slip into his thoughts, and convince him to abandon this betrayal," I whispered to myself, desperately searching for a way to alter his fate. However, for a Jedi, engaging in such practices would be an act of treason.

The door to the office slid open and interrupted my contemplation. A council protocol droid shuffled in, welcoming me closer.

"Padawan Tiriadessa, may I escort you to the healing ward?" With my shoulders hanging low, I followed.

The droid guided me through the grand structure, traversing walkways and corridors. Silence enveloped the temple; overhead lights dimmed, and the halls fell silent. Cream stone passage walls gradually gave way to the deep yellow glow of Kyberite, signalling our imminent arrival at the custodian wing.

Kyberite, the metal which embeds Kyber crystals, was strategically used in places requiring amplified Force energies. Featured prominently in place of meditation, divination, and healing, it was designed to harness and direct the Force towards specific practices.

"When you complete your session, I will return to bring you to your sleeping quarters," the robotic voice of the droid echoed through the hall. "If you need anything else, please request M-1C8."

Approaching the imposing door, the droid gestured for me to enter. The room unfolded in a perfect circle, designed to allow the gentle currents of Force to circulate freely. Faint flickers of candles shimmer around us, the melody of music wafting through the room. At its centre stood a raised table adorned with intricate engravings of Old Jyieda, symbols of peace and prosperity. The air inside was thick with incense, its potent aroma making me cough and my eyes tear.

Through the haze, a figure emerged: a woman draped in flowing white robes. Swinging around her neck on an Adegan crystal was the symbol of the healer, those who found their calling amongst the custodians. She arranged potted plants, spices, and various ailments across a nearby table. Motioning for me closer, her aged eyes studied my face intently.

"Eaara hol de vsaaeiers, Xiollsea Tiriadessa?" The woman crocked, her words unknown. "Ay sad Minister Spada Vrianoien."

"Yal butoie, Minister, ya cu gud bradas umc Jyieda." I replied.

"Wphe Jyieda diriangie gie liefayrau gos uml Jyieda wsac ddon vricuir. Eaara doam mliar cudie lirian," she continued speaking in Old Jyieda, knowing I was not to understand her. "Undress. Lay," she instructed, and I swiftly obeyed.

Handing me a towel for a covering, Minister Vrianoien spun around and banged a malt at a circular gong, letting the healing frequencies chime. I unknotted my robes and felt the fabric slide down my legs. Through the sweeping smoke, I examined myself: My skin was covered in bruises, a mosaic of yellow surrounded by hints of purple and black.