Revelation: A Star Wars Fanfic

Chapter 9

"Don't you dare think that there's anything, past or present that I would put in front of you. It has never been like that, ever. I need you to see that. I'm begging you."
—Dean Winchester, Supernatural S8E23, "Sacrifice"

I woke up in a panicked state. I had walked among terrible dreams in the realm of sleep.

Because of their unique connection to the Force, Dark Jedi do not sleep. We are not influenced by our own thoughts in such a state. Instead, we feel the wide emotions of creatures around the galaxies. The Force can provide sustainable energy for us, and, thus, we do not even require sleep to live.

Besides, waking up in a hospital bed reminded me of the last time that had happened: I was nine years old, and I had been subjected to a life of pain and misery. I had shut the memories of my Asharria into the back of my mind. I never wanted wanted to remember how my skin crawled with the feeling of piercing needles or the burning like candle wax constantly dripped all over me.

I suppressed those thoughts, but phantom pains shot through me, inhibiting my movements for a few seconds.

A door opened, casting a new light into the dark room. I recognized the silhouette. In front of my droid the only person in the galaxy who could understand my pain. If I winced or cried out from my pain, I could easily have gained the attention I sought.

Anakin surprised me, though, but grasping my hand. "I'll let you in on a little secret," he announced, studying me like I was an experiment. "By coming into physical contact with people, I can see their feelings."

For a moment, I did not believe what he was saying. After all, I could do what he spoke of, but I did not need to touch a person. No doubt he could read my confusion, but I doubt he could tell from where it stemmed. "What do you mean 'see?'"

His hand dropped mine, and I gathered that he had already processed all the information he needed. "I can see waves of people's emotions. It's like reading."

"Are they colorful, these waves?" I asked.

His blue eyes lit up. "Yeah, and I can see how concentrated the waves are and see how intensely a person is feeling."

I smiled understandingly. "I see smoke, but it's the same concept. Except, I don't need to touch people. Just being around them is enough."

It made sense that we shared some powers and skill sets. I had heard my brother was wicked skilled with a lightsaber, too. I would have to duel him one of these days and see for myself.

Anakin seemed to think similarly, but look of concern flashed across his features. "How do you stop it? I see waves regardless of whether I want to or not, as long as I touch someone. I try to avoid bumping into people because I'll get overloaded with unwanted feelings."

Perhaps my guilty face gave me away, because he changed his before I even began to speak. "I don't. I can try to tune it out, but it's always there. You're right about it being like reading: often times it's hard to ignore." I could tell we had strayed off-topic, so I tried to return it before I received unwanted sympathy. "Why did you tell me, and why are you here, not that I'm complaining."

In the dark room, we probably seemed like two foreigners meeting for the first time. I had never truly known my brother except for his bouts of sympathy fear for me. Never had I watched him do anything remarkable. The universe seemed bent on keeping us apart.

I wanted to cry for what could have been: he my brother and I his sister. Instead, I felt like a stranger with my face had intruded on my privacy, but he had the right. We were born together; that seemed to be all we had ever accomplished as the team we were supposed to be.