Comatose Conscious: Chapter 3Chapter 3, ConfessionsAnakin's POVWhen I opened my eyes, I was back in my quarters, lying down on my bed. I was confused momentarily until I remembered what had happened; I had a panic attack and Ahsoka had managed to get me back to our shared room. I sighed heavily, rubbing my eyes harshly."I see you're awake," I heard Ahsoka say in the distance. I looked over to the small counter to see her preparing some coffee, black…just the way I liked it. She walked over holding two mugs, one that was a navy blue with the Jedi symbol in a light blue, my favorite mug, and a similar one that was dark and light green. I sat up when she reached my bed, taking my mug from her hand."Thanks," I said, taking a sip of the caffeinated drink. Ahsoka walked towards the small table next to the counter, sitting in one of the chairs beside it. I followed, setting down my coffee before sitting across from her. "How are you?""I'm…fine," she replied. "Just, tired," she continued, rubb
Comatose Concious: Chapter 2Chapter 2, PainAhsoka's POVAnakin seemed quite eager to see Master Yoda and inform him of his strange visions. I wondered what they meant as we quietly strolled though the even quieter halls of the Jedi Temple."Master?" I asked nervously, trying not to seem calm to no avail."Yes?" he responded, still walking and looking ahead."If those dreams of yours really are visions…" I said. "then what are they telling us? I mean, a medieval knight that looks like you has to mean something.""We're about to find out," he whispered in response, nodding towards a small figure silhouetted by the soft glow of moonlight reflecting off the waterfall running through the center of the Temple, making the Garden of a Thousand Fountains look alive. "Master Yoda?""Sit down, you may," the ancient Jedi Master responded before we both sat down in from of him on the grass cautiously. "Help you, how can I?""You see," Anakin said. "I've been having strange dreams that feel like
Comatose Concious: Chapter 1Chapter 1, DreamsAnakin's POVSuch pained faces, such loud screams, the sound of metal clashing in a dark sky, muddled by black blood and bones…I gasped as I sat up in my quarters, shaking in a cold sweat. It was just a dream, I thought, looking over at my sleeping Padawan, curled up under her thick quilt, so innocent, so unaware of what I had seen. I sighed heavily, standing up, walking over to the open window, my bare feet padding softly on the smooth floor.I gazed at the murky, dark sky, faintly seeing the snow that was starting to cover the bustling city of Coracant. It was winter, and the war had gotten worse as the cold season went on. I had faced many battles, many defeats and victories, but none could compare to the battle in my heart; unable to control my anger and guilt, trying to ignore my past, but focus on the now…the forsaken, bloody now."Is something wrong, Master?" I heard Ahsoka say behind me. My head unconsciously turned around to see Ahsok
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