She had heard the hushed rumors and half spoken truths. An ancient enemy of the Jedi was returning. Everyone denied this officially. She knew better. Dag sat drooling in his makeshift bed as the Jedi visitor explained why he needed to take the child. His silken words offered no hesitation or guilt as he spoke.
“He must come with us for his own safety. We can protect and provide in this unsure world.”
She could hear her voice breaking as she attempted to wrench the words from her throat, “But how could he be in danger? We will care for him, raise him, and allow him to have a normal life. We don’t want a Jedi’s life for him.”
His rebuttal was swift and calm, “I’m sorry, but you must understand that a normal life is beyond anyone’s ability to give him at this point. His powers will only grow, and without the Order to guide him, he could become a danger to himself and those around him.”
She didn’t really hear anything else, except for her own voice from somewhere in the distance saying that she would always do what’s best for him. She watched through blurry vision as the Jedi whisked away her only child. The numbness in her body was only broken by the pain in her hands. She looked down and realized they were bleeding from the fingernails that she dug into them.
Life Moves Forward
She thought the next few days would never end. The HoloNet had been abuzz as it flooded the Outer Rim with the news that war had been declared and a clone army secured. The Jedi were thrust into a life of war and chaos. Pottery crashed, and her husband roared. He would never forgive her for what she had done.
She persevered through the heartache. As the years lurched on, she resigned herself to her reality. However, she knew that the Jedi would protect Dag as he was now one of their own.
Those years aged her. How many had it been now? Was it 3? Was it 6? She couldn’t remember as she shoved the thought out of her mind and the scalding water that dyed the fabrics penetrated her hands.
She began to imagine that there were people screaming in the distance like it had so many times before. It grew louder in her mind until she realized that it wasn’t in her mind. It was in her ears. This time, it was real.
Fear and dread propelled her forward. When she reached the town square, villagers were gathered around the HoloNet for what seemed like an eternity. What the news delivered was brief but impactful.
“The Jedi have turned against the Senate and committed treason. Drastic measures required the Republic to terminate all Jedi. If you see or hear of any Jedi in your area, proceed with caution and contact…” The images were clear and brutal. That was obviously the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. The smoke rose, and people continued to scream.
When she awoke in the middle of the road, she forced herself to her feet. How she got here, she couldn’t remember. The square was deserted. Buildings had signs of being looted and burned.
What has happened here? The smell of smoke triggered her memory, and she fell in devastation. The cycle completed itself while she attempted to come to grips with the fact that she failed her son. He was gone. There was nothing that she could do. Her heart felt as if it would burst.
The End is Swift
Time has no meaning anymore nor does food or water. Days blended, and nights swept her away into a sea of her own nightmares. She could vaguely recognize her own reflection as she waded into the lake. The water was frigid, and as she began to lower herself, there was something happening in her body that she had only felt once before.
That memory was vivid and painful. How could her own mind be so very cruel? She felt it again. There was a slight thump in her stomach. It was so faint that she didn’t even know if it was real. It surely was simply her body fighting back.
Her vision went gray, and she saw herself from the inside. It was dark and cold. She was scared, and the only person that she had was about to end everything. Her everything didn’t even know she was there. But she was.
She popped up out of the water with the last of her strength. There was no choice in this. Something had stirred in her the idea that life wasn’t to end here and now. The feelings of loss and fear weren’t hers in her vision but that of the one growing inside of her.