I've spent my spiritual life with my family in Mortis, My sister of the light, my brother of the dark, And father of the force. I was but a wondering pure soul, a spirit, wondering aimlessly, till I stumbled upon Mortis, and the siblings found me.
They and father took me in as their own family member, a daughter, a sister. They've done so much for me, and taught me about the force and how to connect with it. Sure, brother and sister sometimes quarrel and argue to leave or remain in Mortis for the balance to stay in check. However, They always remain understanding and caring while I calm them, and have them see the many peaceful places through me.
For I was one of the two chosen ones, as my family called me. The half of protection, love, and compassion. While my other half, the other chosen one, is called of courage, strength, and kinship. Or in other words. The Protector, And the Knight.
However, We've been feeling the force's disturbing ruptures. We knew it was time for me to be born. But I know fate would one day reunite us. Little did I know it also brought me a good and endearing life as an adopted Miraluka girl of one of the Jedi masters.
Along someday meeting my other half and grow together. Fighting side by side and saving others with my Skywalker. And swore an oath to keep him safe, and never fall completely to the dark side. and save the universe from evil.
*Note; none of the pictures, Except my OC, But not her actor Jessica Alba, are mine.*
Two souls connected before they ever met. Two souls separated, residing in separate universes, destined to meet and heal together.
Anakin Skywalker never knew why he always saw a strange girl in his dreams - one he couldn't interact with. He was only a spectator in these dreams, forced to watch as the girl grew up as he did.
He was good at watching. He watched as she slowly turned from a happy, active, passionate girl to a quiet and reserved woman. He watched as her cheeks turned pale, and then flushed with a redness that never seemed to disappear. He watched as the light slowly left her eyes, and she slept her days away with a never-ending fatigue that seemed to consume her.
And he watched as she cried herself to sleep from the pain.
He couldn't do it - he couldn't just watch anymore. He had to take action, the sooner the better. Something was wrong with the girl and he wasn't going to stand on the sidelines as a mere observer anymore.
He would save Havena Jinn if it was the last thing he did.
(a/n: T/W - Mentions of Covid-19 pandemic, long covid, and resulting chronic illness.
The OC/reader is chronically ill in this story. I have been dealing with my own chronic illness and will be writing based off of those experiences, thoughts, and frustrations. I'm still learning to cope with everything, and I know how much it means to me to have my struggles be seen in media. I'm writing this with the hopes that, if any of you are also experiencing something similar, perhaps this could help you to realize you are not alone.)