Comatose Concious: Chapter 2Chapter 2, PainAhsoka's POV Anakin 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 wate
Comatose Concious: Chapter 1Chapter 1, DreamsAnakin's POV Such 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
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