Right after Obi-Wan left my chambers Stefan had hurried in, hair tussled and eyes widened. He had only just heard the news from the troopers outside. After he checked on me, turning me around multiple times to make sure I wasn't wounded, he ran outside and barked orders at the troopers, held a long conversation with Obi-Wan about how he should be protecting me and then continued to guard the chambers through the night.

Even when I asked what message Finn had brought, he refused to talk to me about it. "You have other worries on your mind than the life of a simple warrior, my queen." His eyes were troubled, his movements frantic as he paced. "Now, get some sleep, you will need it for tomorrow."

There was no use fighting him when his mind was already made up. So, I followed his orders, soon finding myself buried beneath the sheets whilst he and Obi Wan guarded my chambers.

Despite the numerous worries that clouded my mind sleep came easily. I hadn't even noticed how tired I had gotten. It was completely dreamless, finally ending the line of torment of nightmares of the last few months. As I awoke I felt temporarily displaced, as if I had woken up somewhere else entirely.

"Stefan?" I yawned loudly, stretching out my limbs as I slowly got out of bed. The sun hadn't risen yet, giving me some time to get ready. There was no response from outside, making me scratch my head in confusion. He was probably doing some perimeter check, I thought, as I made my way to the bathroom.

I stared into the mirror for a while, seeing the bags beneath my eyes, the redness around them that made me look like a complete zombie. My red hair was basically everywhere and my eyes were dull with sleep. "You look terrible." Mumbling softly, I sighed, dragging my fingers through my hair to neaten the mess. I let water fill the tiny cup I had made with my hands and splashed my head under, trying to rid myself of the sleepiness.

Blinking a few times, I looked up at the mirror, only to have my heart stop beating all together. There was a dark figure standing in the corner of the bathroom, looming in the shadows and watching me. In one swift move I turned around, hands raised in defence only to find the spot completely devoid of any presence. "Beware one who is not who he seems." A low whisper sounded.

"What in Thor's name..." Narrowing my eyes, I stepped forward, pulling aside the curtains of the freshener and finding that space empty, too. Was I going mad? I rubbed my knuckles against my temple, trying to wake myself from whatever hallucinations I was experiencing. When my heartbeat had somewhat calmed, I turned back towards the mirror.

Only, I wasn't met with my own reflection. Instead, there were two blazing red eyes glaring down at me and a sudden grip around my throat, strong hands lifting me from the ground. My feet dangled and swayed, toes trying to reach the surface as I gagged and gasped for air, my hands slapping the arms that were holding me up.

"Crimson eyes shall awaken," Arthas growled, holding me as he walked forwards till my back touched the wall, only to lift me further in the air. "Royal blood shall be spilled," His voice was distorted as he spoke, his eyebrows knotting together. Yet, it was not anger I saw in his red eyes. There was fear, unspeakable fear that made his eyes go wide and tears appear in his eyes.

"Arthas, please." I managed to croak out. He tightened his grip as a response, stepping even closer as mists whirled around him. Suddenly, we weren't standing in my apartment anymore. No, we were in Eagle's Fall again, the dark figure flying over us. "No, not again." I cried and tried harder to wriggle my way out of his grasp.

"Streets stained in crimson paint," He unwrapped his dark wings from behind his back, towering over everything like a giant. The setting sun bathed his skin in yellow light, the flaming orb reflecting in his brown eyes. "When thousand innocents are, -" Suddenly, his mouth opened, a silent scream escaping his throat as that same blinding light suddenly flashed through our vision.

I awoke with a loud gasp, sitting upright while my eyes widened in fear, my hands rising up to my throat. "You will not survive." It was as if his voice seeped into reality, the distorted view of the nightmare mingling with what I saw before me.

"Lyanna!" Suddenly a dark figure burst through the doors, making me climb out of bed in one swift move, lifting my arms before my face in defence. Only, I wasn't met with red eyes. Instead, I stared right back into emerald ones as Anakin raised his brows in confusion. "You all right?" He questioned as he shut off his lightsaber, gaze going over everything in the room.

"Yeah, I just..." It took a moment for my heartbeat to calm down. "I had a nightmare."

Anakin froze for a moment as he looked back at me, thoughts swirling through his head. "I sensed something." He commented in thought. "It's probably nothing." Anakin shrugged, but I could sense the worry radiating off of him. "You should get dressed. The council is waiting for your arrival."

I let out a deep, frustrated breath as I tried to collect my thoughts. "Can't wait."

~

Frustration. That was basically all I felt for the past few days.

I had been training for hours and hours, sitting in the same room while the jedi tried to teach me. First it was Ahsoka, trying to show me how to meditate whilst other younglings joined our practice.

Whilst every child in there easily followed her instructions, I kept on being pulled into a darkness with that same voice ringing through my ears. It was like I dove into a deep dark sea that swallowed me whole and I couldn't reach the surface no matter how hard I tried. I would see flashes of Eagle's Fall, of the fire that burned the buildings and the bright light that always ended the nightmare.

Each time I would awaken from the trance, fearful eyes opening and meeting the confused ones from the people around me. I didn't even last 5 minutes till my peaceful state was disrupted and my limbs caught fire with fear. Ahsoka tried everything, from different methods of meditation to focussing on a different things but each time it went wrong.

Then, she was replaced by another jedi master named Luminara. By then my frustration had already built up dramatically, and her stoic demeaner didn't exactly numb it. She soon discovered that meditation wasn't on the table that day, and then decided to try and see if I could lift objects using the force.

Again, things didn't go so well.

The objects either burst into flames or remained unmoved, no matter how hard master Luminara tried to coach me. It had ended with us arguing about the entire reason I was there, for I knew that their efforts would be in vain. Yet even she was convinced that I had to be trained and studied, for apparently I was 'not fit to wield such power'.

As if things weren't bad enough, the next master they sent was none other than Master Windu himself. He didn't even try to show me how to meditate, no, he had brought some books with him on the subject and dumped it on my feet. Apparently, he didn't have the patience nor the nerve to teach me himself.

Against all expectations, his was the lesson I had learned from the most. I knew how to delve into books, how to learn every little piece of information and memorize it all. It was what I had been doing all my life and how I had become the highest-ranking doctor on my planet.

Now, I knew everything there was about their sacred rite. The only problem was that I couldn't do it myself, lest I be dragged into that same void again.

Sighing deeply, my eyes stared out of the window of the room, waiting for the next master to enter the room and continue this endless torture they were forcing me to endure. My bare arms were crossed before my chest, fingers playing with the feathers of the chestguard I was wearing. Despite my numerous obligations, I was forced to wear something less... armoury. It left me feeling naked, vulnerable, a feeling I couldn't exactly use now that I was being hunted.

My eyes stared at the horizon, flickering across the city lights and the stars that sone brightly in the sky. It was already past noon and seeing I had been there since 8 in the morning, I was more than willing to go back to my apartment. But, after the dramatic performances of dear old me that only confirmed their earlier suspicions, the masters were forcing me to stay a little while longer.

The loud hiss of the door opening disrupted me from my trance, making the muscles of my shoulders tense. "I hope you're not here to teach me how to make things fly." I spoke. "Because the objects Luminara tried to make me lift didn't exactly survive my endeavours.'

"Oh, I heard."

My eyes widened immediately when I recognized his voice. Obi. I couldn't help but think about that night, about how his lips felt against mine, how his hands touched my body and how his scent overwhelmed every sense. It had been three days, three days in which I hadn't even heard a word from him. In a way, it was good, for I couldn't stand the sight of his face.

"General Kenobi." Trying to hide the nervousness in my voice, I instead aimed to sound as professional as possible. I didn't dare turn around yet, not while my cheeks were still reddened with surprise.

"Please, princess, I think we're past formalities." Obi Wan spoke with a soft chuckle, his footsteps halting in the midst of the room. I shot him a glare over my shoulder as I slowly turned around, watching him with suspicious eyes.

"Are we? Because I think you lost that privilege the moment you decided to make me a prisoner."

"You're not a prisoner." Obi countered, folding his arms behind his back as he straightened up. "And I'm not here to fight you, your majesty. I'm here to teach you."

"You really think it's a good idea for you to do that?" I questioned, raising one eyebrow at him. "You know, considering our history and given the fact you're still trying to appear like the perfect jedi for your most esteemed colleagues of the council."

He halted in his steps, his eyes meeting mine as he bit the insides of his cheeks. "I can sense your frustration." Closing his eyes, he focussed on the force, ignoring my attempts to start another fight.

"So could a child." I chuckled dryly. "So could a really dedicated duck, you're nothing special."

"Sit down with me." Obi Wan spoke calmly, watching me attentively as he lowered himself to the ground, folding his legs before him and resting his arms on them after placing a piece of fruit before him.

"There's no point, Obi Wan." Groaning loudly, I started to pace in front of him, hands running through my hair and tangling in the ends. "The other masters have tried already; I can't do it. It's about time you accept the fact that I'm not a mystery you can solve."

"Oh, I already have." He smiled softly, his eyes twinkling with a light that doused the fires in my head. I was dumbfounded for a while, staring back at him and trying to figure out how he was still so calm. Obi Wan raised his brow in response, patting the ground in front of him to make me sit down with him.

"No, I'm done trying to become something I'm not." I quickly decided, partly because I was reluctant to come close to him again. There was an odd tuck at my heart, telling me to listen to him, to follow every word he spoke like some mad dog but I wouldn't have it.

"We have to convince the council of what I already know, princess." He said gently.

"And what's that?" My voice was a sneer but it wavered with uncertainty. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stay mad at him, not with how he deliberately ignored every jab and comment.

"That you're the most extraordinary force wielder we've ever come across." Obi Wan answered truthfully. My heart stopped beating for a moment when I sensed his sincerity. It was like there was a wave crashing down on me, a sudden cold but comfortable air that cleared my head. Then, I realized that the bond between us was still there. He had tapped into it, sending out his emotions through the link and making me feel it with him.

My eyes widened, freezing in place as I tried to figure out what to say or even what to think about it. I couldn't deny its existence, yet the fact that he had used it willingly was driving me crazy. I had expected him to turn a blind eye to it, yet here he was, tapping into it without hesitation.

"Lyanna, we have to prove to them that you can control your power." He continued as I slowly but surely made my way towards him, sitting down in front of him and mimicking his posture. Our eyes were locked as I did so, my ears hooked on every word as they rolled off his tongue, curiosity getting the better of me.

"You have to show them what you showed me on Valeria." Obi Wan reached forward, his hand touching my knee. My eyes stuck to his fingers, feeling the warmth of the skin and feeling it spread through my entire body. "That no matter how hard it gets, you won't let the darkness in."

I swallowed loudly, trying to suppress the countless butterflies in my stomach. "I'm afraid that convincing them is impossible after what happened." I met his gaze again to try and see what my next comment would do. "And, of course, after what you told them about my father."

"Well, -" Obi Wan took in a deep breath but there was no guilt in his eyes, not even a sliver. "I heard you specialize in performing miracles."

My heart seemed to stop beating all together. One more miracle. Gods, I could remember the exact way he spoke those words, how desperate and broken he sounded. There wasn't even a moment of hesitation when I stood there before the gates of Valhalla, but now I was filled with doubt. "I might have just run out of miracles."

"We'll see." 

Oooh yes they're bonding again.

HI! Just wanted to tell you I'll be starting in the clinic next week, which might mean that the updates will be less frequent the coming, well... 3 years. hehehe. No, I will probably find time nevertheless but not as much as I used to. (Hell, I'll be working from 8 til fucking 10 in the evening if they're kind to me, which they usely aren't)The coming 4 chapters are all already written out tho so it won't be a problem the coming few weeks :)

Wish me luck!