A red haze was all Ben could see as he ran as fast as he could towards the huts on the outside of the temple. He knew that he needed to be quick and make a plan for getting Amar and himself off this planet. Internally, Ben was in turmoil, he was enraged with everything that had just played out in his Uncle's quarters. How could his Uncle turn his back on him and purposefully hurt him by taking his Amar away from him?
Ben slowed as he approached his hut and Amar's across the way, he had to stop to wipe his eyes from the tears that had been falling. He did not want to alarm Amar more than he should, all he had to do was get her off this forsaken rock and then he could explain everything to her. Ben reached out through the force to find her signature, to his surprise she was not in her hut. Even though he reached out, he still had to see for sure. Sure enough her hut was empty with her belongings still sitting on her bed from where she had dropped them off this morning.
Ben seized his erratic movements and remembered that she had said to him that she was going off to meditate. Luckily, Ben knew exactly where her mediation spot was, it was their spot, in the meadow. He made haste to go and find her, there was no time to waste. Their forever was within arms length and Ben was ready to take it.
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Amar slowly walked into the meadow to where she was going to mediate, she had not felt this relaxed in a few days. Amar was thankful for Ben for being able to take some of her anxiety and give her some peace of mind, if even for a few hours. Amar had been feeling more and more tired as of late and it seemed to be taking a toll on her, even Ben could sense it.
Amar knew the best remedy. She had learned as a wee child, mediation, the Jedi's favorite pastime. Amar knew every time she came to their spot in the meadow, it offered her some asylum from the outside worries, this was the first place where they took their connection the extra step and Amar would always cherish that, even if it was a mere couple minutes. Ben had definitely made up for that on Naboo, ten fold.
Amar walked into the middle of the meadow and sat down on her knees and brought her hands to rest on her thighs, she breathed evenly in and out. When Amar opened her eyes again she saw the same blue glowing butterflies that she had seen a few months previous. There was only two of them again, she did not know what they meant, but it only offered peace whenever they were around her.
The two butterflies swirled and fluttered around her until they landed directly on her hands that were now resting on her abdomen. They had landed there before when she was laying in her bed, now they did the same exact thing, but this time, they sent a sensation throughout her whole body. Amar was filled with overwhelming sense of love, but what she couldn't understand was from where. Amar reached out through the force and could recognize part of the signature. She knew it felt a bit familiar, she knew Ben was apart of the feeling, but it wasn't the same.
She reached out again to find Ben, but it was blocked due to being in Master Luke's quarters. Again, Amar thought how different this actually was, there were two separate signatures, apart from her and Ben's, but they resembled both of them.
As if in unison the signatures within the force twirled and fluttered the way the butterflies had, and together they expressed their feelings to Amar. She could feel the force signatures express their love and undeniable connection to her, Amar heard many words, but one of them got her attention in particular. Mother.
Why in the galaxy were these beings calling her mother? It dawned on Amar in an instant, she recalled when Ben told her of his mother. Ben told Amar that Leia had told Han of their son and his abilities well before he was bigger than the size of a pea in her womb. Leia had connected to her son, while he was growing in her womb and she had sensed his presence long before the usual time.
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Forgotten, But Not Lost
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