Prompt: She's reminded of things she doesn't know of.
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A tingle.
She had a bad feeling about this sickening sensation. Voices called out, but they were merely voices.
A fire burning, an old man in... pain.
The work of ash from the flames, seeping a legacy they've only dreamed of.
The work of hope, crumbling from their hands, what they've fought so hard to fight for, scrambling to bring it back -
A gray fog emerged from the shining light, and the cold, empty darkness -
Clutching a foretold destiny with a steady grip, hope illuminated, a figure emerging -
When she woke up, she was simply at a loss for words.
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100-Word Challenge: Star Wars Edition
FanfictionThe stories of the galaxy, far, far away - summed up in 100 words. Flip the non-existent page to find more about this compilation...
