Destiny Book One: Heart Of Flame (Ahsoka)

Do You Remember?

It was so long ago now. Back in the times of the Clone Wars- by no means a good time, but far better than the Empire. She still remembered... didn't she?

She was still uncomfortable on the Separatist world. Every instinct in her body told her to go, to flee the place or else fight her way out, back to the familiar, warm architecture of the Republic. The information she had just been casually passed had stunned her, and as she walked down the cold stone steps she thought deeply, deeply enough not to notice the young man about her age, leaning over the wall thoughtfully. His eyes followed her as she passed him regally, but she would not meet his gaze. When she reached the final step he plucked up the courage to speak.
"You're a Jedi, aren't you?"
She turned, slightly irritated and more than a little wary. "Yes. Why do you ask?" It came out sharper than she intended, but the boy was not discouraged.
"Before the war, I was always told Jedi were good."
"And now?" she asked, intrigued.
He swung himself off the banister to walk with her. "I don't know anymore." He talked as he descended the stairs. "There are a lot of terrible things happening- a lot of killing. And now my friends are saying that the Jedi are to blame."
He had the Togruta's full attention, as he finally caught up with her. "I'm the first Jedi you've ever met, aren't I?" she said, eyes alight with mischief.
"Well, um... yes."
"Look at me," she answered softly, turning to face him. "I'm not so bad, am I?"
Taken aback, he obeyed, not sure what else to do. Again emerged something unbelievably awkward. "No. Not bad at all."
Apparently he had failed her test, because she sighed and rolled her inexplicably blue eyes. "Well, it seems boys are the same whether they're Republic or Separatist." She went to walk on, but this time he stopped her, running to catch up.
"Wait- how many Separatists have you met?"
"What?" she asked, confused.
"I mean, you think we're all the bad guys. But how many of us have you actually met? And droids don't count," he added.
She sighed, thinking. "Well... Other than military officers like Ventress and Grievous... none, I guess." At a realisation, she looked up. "You and your mother are the first."
"Well, look at me," he told her. "Am I so bad?" She looked at him, then aside, seeing the goodness that lay in his soul and wondering how she could have ever been so blind and near-sighted to think all Separatists were evil.
He sat down in a beautiful pavilion, styled in much the same way as the house, yet it felt more homely than it had on the steps; looking at them, she realised they too were beautiful. The art style of Raxus was as unique as any other planet. Perhaps her prejudice against the Separatists had stopped her seeing that. And this boy...

Lux. Whatever happened, she would never forget him; could never forget him. He was a part of her, just as much as the horns at her head and the Force in her blood.
He would always be with her, and she could never forget.

*Two updates in a day! I finally got the creative juice flowing, and so far I'm really happy with the result! If you guys are lucky you might get another one today/tomorrow, but no promises because... you know... I'm evil and stuff. This chapter is mainly just a flashback to 'Heroes on Both Sides'- fun to write, satisfying to finish, and impossible to watch without fangirl-giggling every ten seconds. Anyone else relate? If you didn't know, I'm on summer holiday (or vacation or whatever you call it) so more updates! More drama! More unnecessary plot twists that I think up on the spot! Yay!*
-Silver