A really old dream I just discovered in my old blog entries.
It was sometime later in the evening when the Jedi were done training with their Padawans for the day. They came into a dark, unused room of the Temple. laughing about something. I joined them, not exactly sure what to say.
Suddenly, they froze. Something was wrong.
Silence filled the entire room, except for voices that could be heard coming out of the grate. Cautiously, we advanced closer, and closer, until we were in front of the grate. The area under the grate was dark, but I could see a faint orangish light coming from the side.
One of the voices was unrecognizable, but the other made the Jedi Masters hang their mouths open in shock. It was one voice no Jedi wanted to hear.
Each of the Masters glanced at each other.
“You go in.”
“No, you go in.”
“What, why me?”
“Because you’re smaller. You could fit in through the grate easily!”
“I’m not going in!”
Finally, one of the older Masters became sick of his colleagues’ squabbling. They’re Jedi Masters! They shouldn’t be arguing like kids!
“We’ll all go in,” he said.
The others looked at him and nodded. But just as one of the Masters grabbed hold of the grate, there was a faint whoosh!. I turned around to find one of the other Masters, slumped over on the floor.
“I’ve…been…shot,” he gasped.
I looked closely at his neck and saw a thin, needle-like dart sticking out from his neck. Suddenly, another Master fell over. She had been shot too. Then another. And another.
I became scared. I didn’t know if the darts were lethal, or if they just stun their victims, I wasn’t one to find out, as more and more kept falling.
‘Who is firing the darts?’ I wondered. Was it Xanatos, who found out that we knew where he was? Or was it someone else he had hired to do the job? If it was Xanatos, who was down under the grate, talking with that other person? A chill ran down my spine. ‘This is freaky,’ I thought.
I looked around. All but one of the Masters were down. The one remaining was the one holding the grate. He nodded, and motioned for me to follow. I gulped nervously, and went down after him.
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