A/N:
If you hadn't noticed, Ahsoka was on the dark side in the last few chapters, that's why I wrote it differently. And if this has a lot of mistakes, it's because I have a new keyboard.

I open my eyes to find myself on the ground, in the middle of a cavern. I don't know where I am, or how I got here. I can't even remember the last thing I did, which is slightly worrying.

Mortis. I was on Mortis.

I sit up in a panic, and a startled cry escapes me. I need to help them.

"Ahsoka?"

I scramble to my feet, struggling, as everything sweeps back and fourth, and I dizzily stumble to a wall. I use the rock cliff to steady myself, only to find I'm shaking.

"Ahsoka?"

I look up to see Anakin, or maybe an illusion. I don't know. My throat hurts, and I struggle to draw breath. I watch him wearily. I have no escape anyway. I'm too weak.

It was probably the Son's plan anyway, to break me. He was tricking me, manipulating me. I don't know anymore.

My master comes towards me anyway, but suspiciously. Almost like I've done something, but I can't think what. I'd go as far as to say he looks wary, like he doesn't know whether or not to trust me.

But that's ridiculous, he said he'd always trust me. He wouldn't let anyone hurt me.

This couldn't be Anakin. He would never look so warily at me. So then he must be an illusion.

I back against the wall, getting as far away as I can. I tense, barely breathing. My hands finds a grip on the rock, and I hold on tightly, holding myself up.

Biting my lip, I try not to cry out. Everything is swimming in front of my eyes. My lungs hurt, my throat hurts, I hurt all over. I have no idea why.

"Ahsoka," suddenly he is right in front of me and I loose my balance, "Ahsoka!"

He makes to grabs me as I fall, but I duck away, vaguely register his look of hurt, then black out.