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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 :)

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    ATHENA STEL'LEK, the senator and diplomatic officer of the largest weapon manufacturing planet, Balmorra. She, as well as everyone else, had no clue of the growing threat of the Sith invasions–it was a surprise when word got to the Senate. But she wasn't completely clueless, like every other citizen of the Old Republic.

    She was cursed with these visions. Ones that showed the destruction of the Republic and the rise of the Sith. Ones that showed a man completely infatuated with her despite never ever actually seeing his face. The man was present in every single nightmare.

    It seemed as if with every passing moment he would be getting closer to her, both physically and emotionally. As the war started, Athena would grow angry at random times of the day and she knew it wasn't her that was angry. So, she did what every person would do–speak to the Grand Master, Satele Shan.

    The Jedi had realized the advantage her visions would give to the Republic, and with Athena's knowledge, the ten years of straight loss had broken. The senator worked closely with the Jedi, finally feeling free of her haunting dreams and visions.

     That is until that one night.

    The night of Balmorra was stale, as per usual. The wind blew softly as the factories had finally gone to rest. The polluted air was rejuvenating, preparing for the hardships of the next day. It was peaceful. Too peaceful.

    Athena was awoken when a loud bang echoed in her home. The floor shook violently, tossing all of her possessions on the ground. Her bed, however, remained still–untouched. It was as if it had been protected by the Force, but no being had such power to do so, right?

    The trembling girl pushes herself backward until her back hits the headboard. Her head spun with all the possible things that were happening to her home. Every nerve in her body twitched in fear as the sounds of heavy footsteps thud closer to her door.

    That's when she felt it.

    He was here.

    For her.

    With teary eyes, Athena stares at the door in anticipation. Her heart thumps wildly against her ribs, hands growing clammy. Her stomach twisted in guilt, he was destroying this planet all because he wanted her.

    The door swung open revealing the man that had been terrorizing her sleep. For the first time she saw his face, and she was pleasantly surprised. He was angel-like, ironically enough. His fluffy brown hair sitting on his head, amber eyes looking at her in awe, pink lips twitching up to a light smile.

    "How I've looked everywhere for you, my sweet girl," his voice smooth and rich as if he was to be royalty. He makes tentative steps towards her, seeing the fear in her eyes. It killed him that she was afraid, he wanted to take it all away. "You're quite hard to find if I do say so myself."

    Athena's mouth goes dry, not one word spills from her mouth because it could. She was frozen, paralyzed, in fear. All she could do was stare at his terrifyingly gorgeous face as he crawled up her bed and placed both hands on either side of her.

    "Don't be scared, my pretty girl," his lips brush gently over hers. They were soft, so soft. He wanted to claim them and everything about her–to make everyone know that she was his. He lifts a hand to trail a finger over her jaw, "go to sleep, you're safe with me."

     And just like that, the cold darkness consumed her.

    But that was just the beginning.

    The man, who she later came to know as Gage Treolo, had brought her to his palace. It was grand, dark, and filled with terrifying artifacts. Athena hated being there, but she couldn't bring herself to hate Gage. Despite every cruel thing he did to the galaxy, he never made a move to harm her in any way–he was gentle with her like she was a delicate flower.

    He brought her a souvenir from every planet in the Outer Rim he and his fellow Sith had conquered. Despite this, Athena hated the Sith, rightfully so. He shielded her from the horrors of the war, but this would prove to be a great mistake.

    When the Republic began to tighten their defense, they went to Dathomir, where his palace stood high with pride. They quickly invaded and there, they found Athena Ste'Lek locked in his room. The relief that flooded through her body was amazing.

    She was finally free.

    With the information they had stolen, the Republic had gained control of the Outer Rim and they were all at peace. Gage continued to haunt her dreams, but not for long when he was found and later executed.

    The galaxy was finally at peace, and the Jedi had hidden all information on Force bond, terrified of another Sith takeover.

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     WITH A FROWN ON HIS FACE, Obi-Wan enters the Archives to find the Holocron he was looking for. It was hidden deep within these walls, but he'd find it even if it took him all night. The information on how to break should be on there, if not it'll show how to figure out who the bond was formed by.

     He felt helpless at the moment, with no information about the Force bond in the library. He needed to save Anakin, and if he was in too deep, he had to save Astrid. It clearly had more of an effect on Anakin due to his higher sensitivity to the Force, and he does have a stronger midi-chlorian count than Gage did–all of this added together was a recipe for disaster for Astrid.

    Knowing Anakin, he couldn't say this to his face. That would end terribly. But he had to save Astrid. It would be her downfall if she was truly the victim of this bond.


























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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡

𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤! 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐨𝐜. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡. 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 :)

𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝!

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