Should I be writing this late?

No, probably not.

Am I going to regret this in the morning when I look back and realize how much my writing sucked?

Yeah, I probably am.

BUT RIGHT NOW I DON'T CARE

ALL I CARE ABOUT IS THE FACT THAT THIS BOOK IS ACTUALLY STARTING!!!!

Drifting.

    That's the only word that could be used to describe what was occurring to a certain body. Both spiritually and physically, she was suspended between two realities. One was flawed, burdened with problems that people created themselves. The other was an endless world of peace where one's soul could rest from a lifetime of difficult work.

    But here she was, in a third-person view of her own body, torn between the two different paths she could go down. That aroused a real question though...

    Could she really choose where she wanted to go from here?

    And if she did, would it be the choice that the galaxy wanted? Or would it be the choice that defined who she was?

    Here was the real kicker though...

    Was it possible for the choice to be both?

    You're different than most... you've made peace with death. Why is this so?

    Gray Jedi Ahsoka Tano, also known as the Jedi's famous savior, attempted to answer what she believed to be as the Force. However, she quickly began to realize that her mostly-dead body was very much so incapable of performing the task.

    So, instead, she replied through her Force signature.

    One can't be afraid of the inevitable. I made my choice. It was either my death or the thousands of Jedi. I believe you can see which direction the scales would tip.

    Ahsoka awaited the Force's response, but it never came. Instead, she had to go through the slightly painful, yet mainly confusing process of figuring out where her soul ended and body began. She was separated from her own flesh... and that was a chilling feeling.

    Was this really what it was like to be dead?
From whatever eyes she was looking through, the Gray Jedi turned her vision from the drifting body and to her surroundings. All she could see were endless stretches of vast space and the occasional rubble that she assumed was from the collapsed planet. There was not a single space-craft in sight, let alone any other planets.

    How long has it been? How long have I been like this?

    It took a few, drawn-out moments of silence, but her question was eventually answered.

    Three days. It's been three days that your soul has been resting from the strenuous pressure you put yourself under. Now it's time to decide how long you really are going to be resting before your fate is settled in stone.

    Ahsoka glanced with shock at the limp body that was levitating through space.

    How could I possibly come back to life? I'm skilled in the Force, but I'm no voodoo master. That's the Nightsisters job.

    Your body is struggling... not dead. Have you forgotten that being gifted with the strength you have has multiple side effects?

    Ahsoka inwardly laughed bitterly before replying.

    Nah, nobody ever really told me that my lungs could survive without oxygen for three consecutive days. And, quite frankly, that isn't exactly a topic that would randomly cross my mind as true every day.

    You speak sarcastically now, but you won't be as amused when your death is sealed without you having a say in the matter. So what will be your decision?

    To any normal person, they would've almost instantly chosen returning back to life. However, Ahsoka wasn't a normal person. She was someone that had gone through and seen way too much for someone her age. She had gone through years of torture and slavery without even an ounce of help from any possible allies, yet she had still managed to break free. Sure, she was strong, but there was so much innocence lost from her younger life experiences that caused Ahsoka to think that there was no way she'd ever truly enjoy living again. If she allowed herself to pass on, then she could rest in a haven where she knew she'd be safe.

    This isn't about you, though, Ahsoka inwardly argued. You can't be selfish and ruin others' lives just because you want to relax!

    As much as it hurt the Gray Jedi's spirit to admit, her self-accusation was right. What if endangered civilians needed her help, but she was too dead to even be able to lift a finger? Was that what the universe intended for the Torgruta when it decided to shape her into who she was today?

    There's so much more to this than just civilians, Ahsoka realized with horror, what about Lux and Anakin? How much pain were they in at the moment? Were they even consolable after her death?

    Ahsoka's stomach that she actually didn't even have control over dropped right out of her as she remembered the terms that the two had left on. Lux had been so sure that going to the Sith planet was suicide, especially after knowing how selfless the Gray Jedi could be at times. Turned out, he was very right, despite how much she had tried to convince the senator that she would be fine.

    It pained Ahsoka to look at her limp corpse. All it did was remind her of all the mistakes she had made in her life, and how truly unworthy she was of the hero title that everyone had granted her. For Force sakes, she had fallen to the Dark Side! Sure, it was without her consent, but it counted nonetheless. Could she really live with a past like that? So full of errors and mistakes?

There are two different types of people. One lets their mistakes control them, and one lets their mistakes define them. Who will you be? Will you falter from the challenge and allow yourself to live in shame of your past? Or will you rise and accept your choices?

    Ahsoka wasn't sure where she had learned that quote from, but it seemed very fitting to her current situation. So, what person would she prove herself to be? The kind that takes their life in stride, or one that cowers in shame?

    There was a flame of confidence burning in Ahsoka's soul that wasn't there before. She finally knew what she had to do. She knew what was expected of her by others, but most importantly, by herself.

    If she was being completely honest, she didn't have a clue in the slightest what she was planning on doing, but it felt right as she tried to drag her consciousness towards her seemingly lifeless body. All she had to do is return her soul to her flesh, right? Then she would finally be deemed alive again?

    Ahsoka allowed the Force to drift herself closer to the abandoned body. She had made her choice, and quite frankly, it was the right one.

    With one last push, Ahsoka finally began to gain feeling. At first, it was a slight tingling of the fingertips, then it was a shiver that echoed up her spine and into her head. This was it. She would finally return to the reality that she knew all too well.

    Then, as the last piece of her Force signature dripped into her flesh, Ahsoka's eyes flew open. Now she was experiencing everything from a whole different view than before: her own. The Togruta looked down to her hands and flexed them, growing an excited smile when they truly did move to her command. She had done it. The girl too stubborn to die had been revived once more, and this time was way more extravagant than the rest.

    Ahsoka looked up to the empty space that surrounded her, then gave it half of a smile. In an exhausted tone, she whispered with a raspy voice to the rest of the universe, "Did you miss me?"

IT MAY SUCK BUT HERE WE GOOOOO

I never imagined that I would actually be here, writing a sequel to a book that I actually F I N I S H E D...

but here I am!

So sit back

relax

and enjoy the rest of this crazy plotline that is about to unfold.