Star Wars IX- Balance Of The Force

Chapter 1- The Dream

A woman sits at a table in a stone shelter. The domed stone hut is sparsely furnished and old; the stones are dark with stains from the moss, which has been cleaned away since they made this their home. Since they've lived here, there have been many changes to make it a home- the table, a fireplace, benches, the open holes for windows have shutters and cloth to keep out the rain, wind, and snow during the storm and winter seasons. The wooden shutters, door, and table are from things they have scavenged from the island- the door is from an X-Wing long since abandoned. There are extra rooms off this main one, huts they had joined to this one for the sleeping quarters. In each is a simple bed with handmade blankets for a simple, peaceful life. On the table at which she sits are some purple native flowers in a small cup. The flowers are similar to those that had once adorned her home in the sand. Unlike those flowers, however, these are plentiful in supply. She can never bear to part with them; they were so rare as she'd grown up, so they are scattered around the hut on ledges and next to beds, dry but still beautiful.

She sits reading an ancient book, pouring over the words she's read many times before, pouring over the original Jedi's beautiful illustrations, tracing the image's dark side and light side gently with her index finger. She looks up and sighs, tucking her loose-flowing hair back behind her ears. 'Yes,' she reaffirms to herself; this was the right course.

The door to the outside opens and, along with a waft of fresh, moist air, bounds a young boy. He is slight in figure and tall for his age, with a mop of untameable black hair. She can feel his excitement, and she smiles at him warmly.

"Mother, come see what father taught me," he cries.

She stands and pulls the hood of her cloak over her head as he takes her hand and gleefully pulls her into the daylight outside.

The wind whips gently at the hair that has escaped from beneath her hood. It's not full storm season yet, and the binary suns still warm the day. The boy eagerly leads her across the grass towards the cliff edge where the crouched figure of a man waits. A large dark cowl covers his entire person, but it's clear, even given his current crouched position and clothing, that he's tall and broad.

The little boy lets go of her hand, and she stands next to the crouched figure, resting a hand gently on his shoulder. The little boy sits, crossed-legged, opposite them and closes his eyes, breathing deeply.

"Focus and breathe; let the Force flow through you." the man says encouragingly, his deep voice calm.

Slowly, rocks scattered around the boy from earlier practice start to float around him, and he stacks them in the air. He opens his eyes and smiles up at the woman. Lifting rocks, she thinks to herself. Funny how this is how it always starts, despite what Master Luke had told her all those years ago.

"Congratulations, sweetheart, I'm so proud."

The little boy lets the rocks float back down and rises. The man at her side also rises, putting his arm around her waist as he does. She turns and looks at him. His mass of dark hair covers most of his face, but his eyes always so dark and intense are visible, as is the scar. It starts far above his eyebrow and runs across his face and down beneath his clothing. It's the scar that she gave him all those years ago, in a battle in the snow when they were on opposite sides of the same war. It has faded over the years, but it's still there, a constant reminder of a past they must never forget. He stares at her intently as she traces it lightly with her fingers. When they truly look at each other like this, they see beneath the surface at the other's very heart and soul.
He doesn't need to read her mind to know what she's feeling or thinking. She's thinking about the past, her eyes glistening with pride and other emotions, both happy and sad. He leans his head down towards her and kisses her softly, his arms wrapping just a little tighter around her waist. For a moment, and it's just a moment, there is a deepening of shared emotion; they are one. To them, those moments are almost an eternity, as their minds become one through the Force and lifetimes past, present and future merge. When the kiss ends, he gives a warm, lopsided smile, boring into her with his eyes. Gently, he releases her from his grasp, then turns and scoops the boy up with one arm and embraces him tightly, ruffling the boy's hair with his face, breathing him in deeply.