SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE, when Ore Lake still mimics the sky, two figures can be seen leaping up the cliffside. Every day.
Both wear garments of three colors: gray to remind them of a neutral mind; black to remind them Darkness is always near; yellow on the woman to remind her of the sun; and a desert color on the man to remind him of humble beginnings.
Their feet find rock without question and push them higher than any man.
On one jump, a blink of light from the woman's blade slices the cliff wall. It sends rocks falling towards the man following her, to which he sends them flying back at her with the Force, and she knocks them away with the same power.
She leaps an impossible distance over a ravine and he floats towards her as if relaxing in water. The second his feet touch rock, he jumps back across, and she floats towards him... tussling his hair as she intentionally lands early to run ahead.
He chases her up the cliffside but she makes it to the top first. She walks casually towards the cliff's edge but he tussles her hair as he runs by, looking as if he'll jump off. Instead, he slows and looks down.
Far far below lies calm lake water.
This daily drop was nothing to him by now. It felt no different than a step down stairs. So he looks to his left, to craggy rocks below another cliffside. An unsurvivable fall.
With confidence flowing through them both, he turns to her to let their voiceless decision settle. They let the thought of consequences find its way to every part of their one mind. And when it triggers no fear, no doubt, not even a little... they race to that other cliff...
They both look over the edge to give their mind one last test, and again there is only warmth. So she takes a step back, and he steps to the edge.
With their eyes on each other and his back toward death, their smiles soften before strengthening...
...And like falling into a cloud...
...he lets himself go...
...At the last moment, they see the other's face—and feel the other's essence—start to burn.
Over the treetops, on a distant cliff, children have gathered as they do every day. They watch as their protectors turn into stars of lightning, one on the cliff and one falling from it.
While the oldest cheer, the youngest hold their breath until...
the lightning stops, until they see...
that the tan one...
stops falling...
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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...
