𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒 ─
❝ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦. 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳
𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦. ❞
Then the stars must have died that night.
However, she couldn't tell because the flames devouring the rem...
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019. NECROMANCY ... SOUNDS FUN
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"How is this possible?" Evangeline broke the silence with a whisper.
No one responded. At least, he didn't think anyone had. He was too absorbed in his own thoughts to notice or care. How was this possible indeed? One minute he had held Evangeline writhing in his arms and the next he was staring at his long-deceased grandfather. The heavy breathing is what really snapped him out of his own thoughts. It was then that he noticed Evangeline had the largest scowl on her face. His eyebrows knit in confusion, but he understood why once he looked beyond his grandfather. There stood his uncle amongst others. A similar expression crossed his face.
"Am I dead?" Finn asked quietly, "I must be dead."
"No one is dead," Evangeline said with a frown, "Not yet anyway."
Poe quietly muttered, "Well that's not ominously threatening or anything."
There were four new individuals in the room. Four individuals that should have been dead, yet here they stood in the room. However, it seemed as if they hadn't even fully realized their situation until right then. One quickly reached for something, but swore under his breath when he realized that his blaster holster was empty. The four quietly took a step back to separate themselves while eyeing one another warily. Kylo Ren remained silent but analyzed the newcomers' faces. His grandfather. His father. His uncle... and some old dude that he didn't recognize.
"Perhaps we should try to understand what has happened," the elderly man stated.
"Ben?" his uncle asked.
"Yes," he answered but the elderly man responded as well.
"Kenobi," his grandfather stated in a sullen tone.
So this was the man that he had been named after.
"Maybe we should go around the room and introduce ourselves," Poe suggested.
"Luke Skywalker," of course his uncle would take charge, "Han Solo, Ben Kenobi, and Darth Vader."
"Anakin Skywalker," Vader corrected and, despite the mask, seemed to frown, "Vader died a long time ago and doesn't plan to return anytime soon."
