Enigma- A Star Wars FanFic

Chapter 3

Alda was the first up, waking with the sunrise. She yawned and stretched, then changed out of her pajamas. Once she was ready she grumbled out of her ray shield-tent and out to the fire maker. She flipped the switch on the metal disk placed on the dirt ground to warm it up. Her pack was full of food they could cook so she got out some breakfast cakes to heat up, complete with thin, paper plates.

She sat on the ground, wet with morning dew, and gazed around the beautiful forest. She saw tracks from deer and various animals overnight. What she also saw was footsteps. Upon a closer look, she discovered they were fresh tracks.

A puzzled look crossed her face and worry set in. She went to Flint's tent and tried to knock, but it didn't make much of a sound. "Flint?" She asked, relatively quietly.

She heard a slight ground and then he stuck his head out. "Did I️ miss the alarm?" His shaggy hair seemed even more disheveled this early.

"No, but did you see anyone leave this morning?"

His eyes narrowed in confusion and worry,"We're missing someone?"

"I'll take that as a no," Alda said as she went to go check the other tents. Jolie and Evander seemed to be the only ones who'd even consider running off.

Evander was clearly sound asleep. She could tell by how loud his snores were.

But Jolie was nowhere to be found. Gone.

Panic set in and Alda jogged over to Evander's tent. "Evander? Evander! Wake up!" She heard movement from inside the tent.

"What in the world is happening this early, Alda?" Evander said with an extremely annoyed tone.

"Jolie's missing!" Alda was now packing everything up, including Jolie's tent.

Flint and Evander trickled our of their tents, dirty and unkept, but ready to go search.

"Did you try her com?" Flint asked.

"She left it in her tent," Alda said as she held it up and strapped her large pack on. Flint and Evander did the same.

"Where would she be then?" Evander asked, still clearly mad as he munched on a ration bar.

Flint quietly spoke up,"Yesterday she kept following the river."

"Looks like we're following a river, gentleman."

        "I'm gonna go ahead and say what we're all thinking," Evander started, Flint and Alda sensing some sort of pessimistic idea. Not with the Force, just knowing Evander. "Theres no way she could have survived a night out here alone. She's tiny and inexperienced."

Flint said nothing, but an anger started to boil inside him.

"She's just as likely to die out here as you are. Not to mention she's 18, not a child," Alda replied with a large deal of annoyance and frustration in her voice.

Evander was about to shoot something back but was silenced by an uncharacteristically sharp glare from Flint.

Flint didn't know why, but he couldn't stand to hear Jolie being bashed by Evander every two seconds. Even though he knew Evander has more than enough struggles, that he doesn't even know the full story on, it wasn't a valid excuse. There was something about Jolie that ignited some defense in him that he's never seen. In some sense, he may have felt Jolie was helpless and needed his help. Little did he know, it was very much the opposite.

After following the river for an hour or so, the trio finally found their blonde haired pathfinder.

"Jolie!" Alda called with her hands cupped around he mouth.