stellify // star wars au

[ wʌn]

Anakin saw light.

Not the harsh, artificial light he had become so used to—-but a soft light. It spread around him like a fog, lifting up his burned and war-torn body and...changing it.

Anakin felt new. He felt young, he felt right again- his body was not aching with every movement and shuffle. His lungs did not burn with each sharp gasp of an inhalation that he took. He could feel, he could breathe, he could—

Rise seemed to whisper the fog, and the light encouraged him, shifting and moving and transforming and chanting—

Rise.

And so he rose.

He stood up, shaky on the legs that seemed so familiar and yet so foreign at the same time.

And as he rose he felt something inside him, something that had been pushed away for so long, and it was shifting and moving and transforming and chanting—

Welcome home.

Across from him and all around him, figures were emerging, the light cascading off of them like illusions.

Obi-Wan.

Yoda.

Master Qui-Gon.

Ahsoka.

The figures grew and grew until it was too hard to tell them apart, their glow showering the room in brightness and the light side of the Force.

And Anakin, finally, felt at home.