Astral | Rey Skywalker

8

The Resistance base, still humming with the echoes of victory, provides an unlikely backdrop for quiet moments amid the celebratory clamor. In a secluded corner, away from the jubilant crowd, Avalon finds herself drawn to Rey, the girl from nowhere, with whom she now shares a common thread—the Force.

Rey, perceptive as ever, senses Avalon's approach and looks up from where she sits on a makeshift crate. The stars in Rey's eyes, a reflection of untold stories and hidden strength, meet Avalon's with a warmth that transcends the boundaries of their disparate backgrounds.

As Avalon settles beside Rey, the air becomes charged with the unspoken energy that connects Force-sensitive souls. The stars in their eyes, beacons of an ancient power, shimmer with the resonance of a shared destiny.

"Hey," Rey greets, her voice a soft murmur that harmonizes with the hushed atmosphere around them.

"Hey," Avalon replies, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

The stars in her eyes, though still touched by the weight of recent sorrows, carry a glimmer of curiosity—a curiosity born of shared mysteries.

They sit in companionable silence for a moment, each attuned to the subtle vibrations of the Force that weave through the fabric of the universe. The stars above, indifferent witnesses to the struggles of the galaxy, cast their soft glow upon the duo.

"I felt it too," Rey finally speaks, her gaze drifting to the stars as if seeking answers in their celestial dance.

Avalon nods, understanding the unspoken reference to the recent events that have shaken the very foundations of their destinies. The stars in her eyes, reflective pools of shared experiences, mirror the constellations of a force that binds them.

"It's like... a thread," Rey continues, her fingers absentmindedly tracing invisible lines in the air, "Connecting us all."

Avalon follows Rey's gaze to the stars, her eyes tracing the same cosmic tapestry that has fascinated beings for millennia. The stars in their eyes, reflections of the interconnectedness of all things, hold a shared wisdom—a wisdom passed down through the eons.

"Yeah," Avalon agrees, her voice carrying the weight of a truth known to those who can feel the Force, "It's like we're all connected, bound by something greater than ourselves."

Rey looks at Avalon, the stars in her eyes holding a silent acknowledgment of the shared understanding. The Force, with its enigmatic currents, has woven their paths together—a cosmic tapestry of destinies entwined.

"Have you... seen things?" Rey asks, her words cautious, as if tiptoeing around the sacredness of visions only Force-sensitive individuals can comprehend.

Avalon nods, the stars in her eyes reflecting the kaleidoscope of dreams, memories, and glimpses into the tapestry of the future, "Sometimes. It's like the Force speaks to us in a language only we can understand."

Rey's eyes widen with a mix of awe and curiosity. The stars in her eyes, mirroring the expansiveness of her spirit, hold the luminous traces of a seeker unearthing the mysteries of the cosmos.

" How did you do it?" Rey asks as her eyes lose their sparkle," Fight your own brother?"

And with that, Avalon's face becomes grim with despair and her eyes grow cold and dark," Because I have to."

" Was he always like this?" Rey asks.

" No," Avalon shakes her head," He was... he was my everything. My best friend. Then he became so jealous, so narrow-minded... so angry. My uncle saw great darkness in him... and he was right," her eyes meet Rey's," I don't know how much of Ben is left."