＂ｗｅ ｃａｎｎｏｔ ｃｈａｎｇｅ ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ａｌｒｅａｄｙ ｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ＂
Thrust into a world, with no knowledge of how it works. Do you try to fix it or just leave it be.
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ｅｐ ｖｉｉ － ｅｐ ｉｘ
Slow moving story, I want you to experience every situation through the eyes...
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I couldn't sleep at all last night. The racing thought of traveling the galaxy continued to make my heart pound. It gave me a rush, the excitement pumping through my veins. I speedily cleaned my whole hut and packed all my belongings for the morning. Which was not much, just clothes, my books and other knick knacks from the island. Little momentos that'll remind me of home.
I even thought about bringing my favorite stick, but it seems to primal for where I'm headed. I place it back at it's designated spot by the door and take a seat on my cott. I clutch my packed bag tightly as I wait for the sun to rise. Which frankly, didn't last long.
Maybe I should explore a bit, get a last feel for the island before I leave it. Lantern in hand, I walk out quietly passed the died out fire and into the plaines of the island. I take this time to head towards a place I've only been to once since I've been here. The old tree.
It's just as spooky as I remember it many moons ago. It's also much more erie in the dark. The lantern giving it a malicious glow, yet the atmosphere is not one of fright. It's calming, nurturing almost like a giving tree. The force is one to give mixed signals, yet in this case its almost as if its teaching me a simple lesson. Looks can be deceiving. I make my way inside and shine my light on the infamous jedi texts. They almost pulse as if to give in to my temptation.
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Yet I resist and place my lantern on the shelf along with them. Rubbing my hands together to rid them of the slight chill in the air. I settle my self down upon the ground of the tree. Finding a confortable position to sit and rest my head. I sit and watch the fire in the lantern flick and flare as I wait for time to pass.
It's alright if I close my eyes for just a moment...
"I'm telling you as a friend, Qui-Gon. What you are planning is insane. It's not natural."
I flutter my eyes to the sounds to voices to notice I'm in another vision. It's in a grand room, seats around in a cresent shape facing the center. Large grand windows behind them, each facing out to a lustrous world of bright lights and speeders. And I must say these seats are quite comfortable.
"Why? Is it because of the Jedi's fear of the unknown. The uncontrollable? You of all people should know how important this is Mace."
I notice one man right off the bat. The man that had shown through the mirror in the dark cave. He worn the same jedi attire and gruff beard, I suppose his name is Qui-Gon. The other in similar yet darker robes is I assume Mace. He doesn't have a beard nor hair for the matter.
