HP:Lost and longing

The Force grabbed her and surrounded her. There were few other ways to describe the sensation. For millennia, the Jedi had preached that the Force both surrounded and penetrated its practitioners. The feeling she suddenly experienced was more akin to being dunked in liquefied 'Force' and staying submerged in its joyous embrace. She felt it in the very fiber of her being, and the uniqueness of the event was nearly intoxicating. The Force was practically singing in exulting chorus over something that had just occurred. Her grey eyes snapped open wide and she gasped as the connection broke due to her shock. She recognized the Force user doing it. It was him.

She slowly put her hand to her chest and slowly rubbed her fingers back and forth. Underneath the fabric of her jumpsuit, a small, circular scar remained from that day. A permanent personal reminder of the cauterized hole that had been there because of the lightsaber that had been stabbed through her. The feeling of loss as she realized her long life was ending.

Her final sacrifice of the remainder of her life's Force energy to another Jedi, in order to save the lives of millions. The way he had reluctantly left her. The embrace of the Force as she slowly became one with it as her body finally succumbed to an injury that was too much for her...

...and then the sudden vivid feeling from him as a complete stranger appeared. His power filling her just at the moment her spirit was about to leave her body. The way her body had filled with the Force, much like it was now, to heal her wound and bring her back from the brink.

The only thing she remembered was his vividly green eyes and something he muttered about his "stupid saving people thing" before she lost consciousness. She regained consciousness on her ship, without a trace of the mysterious Force user. One she needed no help in knowing he was not a Jedi. She jerked herself from her memories and was out of her meditation room in a sprint, moving the short distance to her cockpit to get her ship in motion and track the source. She could sense him now. Whatever veil hid him previously from her senses was gone, and she would not lose his trail again.

For just a moment, elderly eyelids forced their way open. It had been so long since he had been in control long enough even to do that much. The man was completely bald and hairless, and was suspended in yellow liquid, held by a tube of clear transparisteel, leaving him on display for the empty and dark room he sat in. The man was completely naked save for a single item which couldn't be removed from his person no matter what the droids, technicians, and guards tried.

The strength to briefly overcome the drugs permeated him, and a formerly insensate man regained the barest glimmer of consciousness. The power was familiar to him. The limited bit of awareness was enough for his mind to register he was in some sort of liquid before blearily looking around through the haze around him and that every part of him hurt.

However the triumphant return of control to his body was short-lived, as the machines connected to him recognized within moments that there was a change in his condition, administering potent drugs designed to keep him subdued and unconscious.

The machines only recorded a brief raise in the amount of drugs to account for his rise to consciousness.

An ancient being had slumbered, hidden and ensconced in a place undisturbed and untouched by any mortal since time immemorial. Numerous ripples had been sensed by it since it had last truly made its presence known to the lower life forms. The being had stirred occasionally, but none had truly gained the attention of the being since long before the children who now played with the basics of powers the ancient entity had mastered had organized themselves into factions. Powers the being had limited and restrained for the good of the galaxy.

But now, it felt the wave as the cosmos reacted to someone truly using magic unrestrained but controlled and guided on a scale that mattered for the first time since the being had put down roots. The ancient being had done so believing there was no longer anyone in the galaxy worthy of understanding and appreciating the being's greatness but also a challenge to subjugating with the entity's power.

For a brief moment the being considered that it was time to truly awaken and re-emerge. But in its brief moment of true consciousness it decided instead to wait, to see what might happen now that magic had been freed in a manner in which it had not been in far too long.

All of these reactions paled in comparison to the three Jedi who were watching. The fires stretched out in the sky and beyond even the Jedi's enhanced sight as it darted along the beach and the sky seemingly intent on hunting down each intruder to this planet. Harry's movements slowed as the different individual fires combined to make ever larger ones. Finally there was a single remaining fire, hundreds of meters tall made up of the blue and red fire, though still shaped like a man in a horse drawn chariot. The flames got more intense as the figure shrunk until it was about twice as tall as a normal human.

The intensely burning flames slowly approached Harry. As it approached all four could make out details among the mostly red and blue inferno. It had as much detail as the finest carved statues. Two quadruped animals that only Harry recognized as horses, leading a chariot carrying a bulky figure whose outline seemed to be armored and holding a spear.

It stopped in front of the stone Harry had set down. The runes on which glowed with energy of their own. The figure made no attempt to pass the stone and seemed to, stared at him for several seconds. Harry stared back without moving. The fiery figure inclined its head forward slightly, a slight bow in a gesture of respect. It was a movement that Harry matched exactly, bowing forward slightly as well before straightening up.

The being turned slightly and seemed to regard Ahsoka with the same examination, and Harry stiffened with a quick intake, before letting out a breath when the figure turned its head back to Harry and bowed its head once more. This time it didn't wait for Harry to reciprocate before the bright flames turned into a red and blue spiral that disappeared in a matter of moments.

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