16. A Dream (1/2)

ruhlsar00 here! a week late... i'm not going lie. i forgot. not you guys! i starteded editing this piece but a coding assignment was due friday the extended to saturday and anyone who codes knows it that it takes a day to code and another three days debug and figure out where you're going wrong. so sorry about that. but i can't make any promises that it won't happens today. i apologize for errors, delays and long winded author's notes. you all know my status on owning anything star wars, unless it comes on a shirt and the like it isn't happening. support the official release. cause if you don't, they'll be less viewer and the show will get canceled.

i am standing in my beat up rust bucket of a ship. didn't i sell it when… when… why would i sell it?

crying pierces the hall.

caleb! donny would…n't do anything. and if she were annoyed, would she do something? i rush through the halls to the bedroom were the bassinette room is void of the other inhabitant, but i really don't care about that. i sigh in relief, walking over to him and picking him up. he is so tiny, too tiny. he came too early, but he is here and alive.

he settles quickly. he is so good. i'll have to talk to donny about calling him caleb, but i don't think she'll care. he reaches out his hand, with a tired yawn. i sit on the edge of the bed, careful of the blood. i hold out my pinky. he grips it, with a gummy smile. he yawns, again. "it's okay. you can sleep. daddy won't let anything happen to you. not now. not ever." i send soothing waves to me. daddy? it boggles my mind that i can touch, hold something, someone, this incredible, this perfect, much less that i had a hand in his creation.

caleb… it isn't quite right. why?

he yawns before dozing off. now, where is donny? i told her she shouldn't be up yet.

looking up, i notice a recording device beeping red like it had a message. i hit play. each word slams into to me with the sheer cruelness of them. i am ashamed to say my heart hurt at it. i thought i was completely over her when she dropped a sith temple and, well, worse...

this is for the best. i can finally move on. my son deserved better than an abusive mother. i look up into the mirror and freeze at the sight of my golden eyes, the eyes that every force wielder either fears or em

aces. i don't know where i lie in that anymore… my son deserves better than a dark side father. the ground disappears from under me as my son vanishes from my arms.

as i land, chains wrap around my arms. david appears before me in a mist as red as blood. "you're a coward!" he shouts at me with nothing but hate in his eyes. the innocence that existed when i held him as a baby is gone. i did this… "you're a weakling who couldn't protect anyone!"