PALE GREEN SUCCULENT VINES pull away from Luke and Terigo's feet as if they were living fingers, but the two don't notice given their tiny size. They walk into the valley, and when they see the plants and intact buildings, Luke says, "This area has definitely avoided the acid rain."
They walk past buildings that only seem crumbled by time. The buildings are all the same color of stone as the hills, hence impossible to spot from a passing ship. While trying to stay focused on the mystery person, Luke and Terigo notice how the buildings have kept enough of their character to be recognizable as different shops and homes, illustrating a small-town feel. After walking for some time, they approach a large campus of connected buildings and move cautiously when they determine the person is among them somewhere.
Luke turns to Terigo to speak but—
"No," she says, "I was going to ask you that, if you could sense anything new."
Luke smirks at her mind reading, but spots something in one of the distant windows.
"No way," Terigo says, utterly beside herself, then she sees what he does.
They rush to the window and determine it is indeed... lit.
They enter the building to try to reach the room, but discover there are other lights on down halls and in rooms.
"They must have gone this way," Luke says, leading the way.
Terigo takes a detour to explore lit rooms. "Check it out," she calls with wonder to Luke.
"Small chairs?" Luke sees rows of thirty small metal chairs facing a wall in a room otherwise filled with decayed clumps and metal scraps.
"They're in every room like this. I think this was a school for kids," she says.
"Funny, how with this much decay, it looks more like a prison," he says.
Walking in the halls again, Luke says, "They feel, warm. Light."
Terigo's hope, excitement, and even desperation shines stronger than it has in a while, "Yeah. Like they're from my home... Keep your emotions Light too, welcoming. They can certainly feel us too, so we don't want them to get the wrong impression and attack."
They slow and stop behind a corner to hide, sensing the person in a room a few hundred feet up ahead. From here on out, Terigo keeps her focus acutely on the person rather than pay much attention to what Luke's thinking or about to say.
"They're strong with the Force," Luke whispers.
"Yeah. Old," Terigo whispers back. "Older than what you feel like, essence wise. So I'm sure they could feel us long before we could them. But they keep moving away. I'd be concerned, if I wasn't focusing on the curiosity of it to keep my thoughts in the Light."
Interesting approach, Luke thinks, trying to do the same.
They both begin to focus to try to sense details, but in their silence, they hear distant talking. A female voice.
Luke says, "I only sense one person, so who's she talking to?" Defeated, "And I can only get basic emotions. Curiosity. Passiveness..."
"Same here," Terigo says.
"Really, even though they're Light?" Luke says. "This isn't any further than the stormtroopers. And our essence flows into Force-sensitives like a magnet compared to the troops."
"Well for one," Terigo begins, "they appear to be keeping their mind's essence closed off. On purpose. They don't want us to read their mind. And two, the only reason we've been able to read so much about each other is because we've both wanted the other to. Otherwise you can only get what's on the surface of the mind, unless you're much closer and have a lot of time and focus. The usual state of Light or Dark doesn't matter so much as long as they want you to know them. I'm sure even you and your father could have read thoughts if you both wanted t—"
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Star Wars: The Ancient Force
Fanfiction***A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY Sept 6th 2016*** "Yoda was not a master of the Light Side-or the Dark. He was between them." Luke Skywalker hears this from a mysterious Jedi prisoner during her interrogation and frees her to investigate what she means...
