Fight or Flight

Dreams and Upcoming Fights

"Anakin, you were the chosen one!" A man in tan screams to a man with yellow eyes and a murderous look on his face. "You were supposed to bring peace to the galaxy!" Molten lava comes up around the one lying on the ground, and he screams in agony. I turn away, unable to bear the scene. The one in tan runs off and soon I look up to see a ship leave the planet. It isn't long before the flames die out and a man, hideously scarred, comes to Anakin and picks him up. They, too, leave the planet. Suddenly, the scene shifts to show a man, dressed in black, with a mask. His breaths are labored.

"Well done, my apprentice. Darth Vader." I shoot bolt up. Another dream, but this one is very real. I roll over and try to fall asleep, to no avail. Finally, I get up. I go into the bathroom, shower, dress, and walk out to still see the girls sleeping. I then decide to do something I never thought I would.

I need to look at each of their souls, their intentions. Jalena especially. And so I do. Hren has a pure white soul, meaning she is innocent, calm, and a perfect Jedi. Trene's is slightly more dark, but still beautiful. I turn toward Jalena's. It was once white, but now it is gray, and slowly growing darker. My eyes widen. Is it possible she will turn to the Dark Side? Hoping that wasn't true, I grab my lightsabers and walk out of the room, closing the door behind me. As I walk down the hall, I bump into Ciren.

"Hey Kiria. Can't sleep?"

"No. I had a nightmare. You?"

"Same as you. A nightmare in which this young man named Anakin was burned badly by lava and then this really creepy dude came and took him away. Then he called him Darth Vader. You?"

"Same dream. I guess it means something, yeah?"

"I suppose." We fall silent for a while. "Kiria?"

"Yeah Ciren?"

"Do you think we'll ever return to our families?"

"I...I don't know. I wish I could tell everyone we will, but I don't know."

"I was talking to Mace Windu. He keeps avoiding the subject of earth and my family. All I got was that we shouldn't be thinking about it."

"I haven't even asked Yoda about that. But I feel like we're here for a reason. I just wish I knew what that reason was."

"Agreed." Once again silence falls. It's a comfortable silence as we contemplate within ourselves. Ciren's face is confused, twisted, and a haunted look fills his eyes. I wonder what he is thinking of. "You should sleep, Kiria."

"You should sleep too, Ciren." He nods, chuckling a little to himself. I smile and split off towards my room. Opening the door silently, I slip in and head towards my bed. Laying down, I stare at the ceiling until everything is blackness. But it is far from peaceful. Nightmares plague my sleep, filled with people dying, screaming out in pain. Jedi's I know now are killed by a single Sith apprentice.

Kiria...Kiria... "Kiria!" I jump at Trene's loud voice blaring into my ear. "It's about time you woke up! I've never seen you sleep so deeply. You don't want to be late do you?"

"No...no I don't. Thanks Trene." I pause. "Where's Hren and Jalena?"

"Gone already. They said Master Unduli and Master Ti wanted to meet up with them early today. Practice or something like that. They'll be back later. Hey, are you ok? Kiria, are you ok?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just a lot on my mind."

"Vague."

"Just drop it Trene. Please. I have to go." I push past her, open the door, and shut it again, wishing I could explain the reason behind the turmoil plaguing me. But I can't. I begin the slightly long walk to the library, where I'm supposed to meet Master Yoda. Suddenly, a foreboding feeling creeps over me. Turning around, I see an older man, flanked by two guards walking behind me. His stare is deep and probing, and his red robes do not help my impression. There's something about him. I swallow my urge to run, and instead slip into the room that I had noticed before. The door shut behind me quickly. Great. Now I'm in the dark. What is this place? Wonder if there's a light switch...

Suddenly, voices surround me. Feminine, masculine, deep, and light. I grab my lightsaber, preparing to turn it on, in case attackers were coming. Yet nothing indicates that attack is imminent. Then one voice stands out: "Welcome, Kiria Shano."