Spoiler: This is an excerpt from My Own Way Home
Ahsoka dreams of the Jedi Temple often, and now ten years after the Jedi fell, that hurts more than anything else. She’s not really surprised when she finds herself standing the Room of One Thousand Fountains, but something about it seems… different.
It’s not her surroundings; it’s the Force presences she can sense. She’s not here physically – she’s in the shape of a flickering orb of light, which she can see even if she’s a part of it – but she can still metaphysically turn around.
A dark shadow falls across the grassy ground behind her, that’s vaguely in the shape of a helmeted, armored figure, but something about it feels alive.
She could swear the shadow is looking at her, and it feels familiar. She hasn’t sensed Anakin’s burning star of a Force presence was ten years, but the shadow is simultaneously too bright and too dark to be anything else.
And it doesn’t make any sense. Anakin was always brilliant in the Force, but Ahsoka has never felt him Dark. There was Mortis, but that was different, and nothing there made any sense. She never thought she would feel him again.
But he’s here now and their bond is pulsing with life as though it’s physical, even though she knows this is just a dream.
And… she can sense someone else nearby. Obi-Wan.
There’s a very out of place heap of sand right nearby, that feels like Obi-Wan of all strange things. She would’ve expected him to look like water or rain, when that’s what his Force presence feels like. Though now, it’s far darker and stormier than she’s ever sensed before, and dimmed almost as though he’s not using the Force.
But he’s alive. She had no idea if he was alive, but she was certain that if anyone survived what happened to the Jedi, it would be Anakin and Obi-Wan. But then, she never heard word and she’d stopped hoping entirely, because it would hurt too much.
“Anakin?” Ahsoka asks, and how she’s able to talk when she doesn’t have a mouth technically, she doesn’t know.
The shadow moves, its intention suddenly focusing on her. “Ahsoka?” It sounds like Anakin, every bit the way she remembered him, even if she has no idea where his voice is emanating from. Doesn’t really care either, because he’s here. Force, he’s here, and that - Does this mean he’s alive? But why does he feel so dark?
“You’re alive,” she breathes, floating closer to him.
“This… is merely a dream,” he says, still staring at her.Yes, it is, but that doesn’t mean… “It’s real for me,” she supplies, “Are you really here?”
