𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤; 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

13 | 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝚃 𝙷 𝙸 𝚁 𝚃 𝙴 𝙴 𝙽

I WATCH ANAKIN'S FACE TWITCH AS HE SLEEPS. His eyes are flickering in his sleep and I tune into the Force to know what he's dreaming about. In his dream, his nightmare, my face is there. He's having a nightmare about me.

Only I don't seem like myself in his dream. I can feel the darkness radiating off me. A dark cloak covers my body with the hood on my face. My face is blank of emotion and cold. My eyes are dull and I hold a long saber in my hand.

It ignites and red blinds my vision. The saber swings, the blade on either end cut through the air violently. I'm attacking something, someone. Another saber ignites and blue clashes with red. The darkness only grows inside of me and I harness it, using the rage to my advantage.

I knock the person with the blue saber to the ground and my red one plunges inside of their stomach. The dream changes, it moves, it allows me to see who I've fought. Anakin stands there with blood gushing from his lips.

The red saber pull backwards and I can see myself walk away from him as he falls and dies on the ground.

I tune out of the force and stare at Anakin's face. I reach a hand to take his robotic one -that he has now because of his severed limb- and hold it within my palm. I feel the cool metal under my skin and gently squeeze the hand.

I use my other hand and gently shake his shoulder. "Anakin." I whisper out softly as I try to wake him up. "Ani..." I mutter the nickname and he stirs in his sleep. He blinks his tired eyes and they lock on my face.

"Etta?" His voice is a scratchy whisper and I hold his robotic hand in mine gently. "I'm here." I say quietly, averting my gaze down to my hands. His eyes search my face and my eyes grow upset.

My lip quivers slightly and I force my face to be blank. "My love... what's wrong?" Anakin's voice is soft and he sits up from the medical bed on the ship. He fell asleep soon after getting his robotic arm, he was exhausted.

"I saw your dream." I mumble under my breath, my voice a whisper. Anakin takes my other hand in his flesh one and tilts his head to try and look at me in the eyes. "Please look at me." He pleads and I slowly lift my gaze to meet his.

"I will never become that, I promise." I say quietly and he rubs my hands gently with his. He gives me a small but reassuring smile. "I know you won't, Etta. You are the kindest person I have ever met." My lips lift into a small smile at his words and I slowly nod my head.

"I will do everything I can to stop that dream from becoming a reality." I say to him, I'm promising him. I know his dreams are prophetic, but I will not allow this one to become a reality.