Monday, June 18, 2007

Bad Timing

I spent most of my time with Hera. She wasn’t getting any better or any worse. Uncle Luke wasn’t too sure as to what to do, so I did the best I could. I was her friend. Abruptly one day she asked me a question. “Jaina, do you ever have dreams?” I looked up from the work I was doing. “Yea, all the time. Mostly they are just nonsense though. Why?”
She shrugged, “I dunno, I was just wondering. So you don’t know what it’s like for the Force to send you a vision?”
I shook my head, “Sorry Hera. Although Jacen has them sometimes.”
She looked at me, “Really? What does he do? Do they ever come true?”
I shook my head again. “He just lets life run its course. The future is always shifting; it’s not set like the past. Sometimes I think that by trying to change the future of a vision we make that thing come true.”
“Oh.” Was Hera’s reply and she started reading her book again.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. Hera grabbed her lightsaber and Aunt Mara Jade stuck her head in, “Jaina, Master Skywalker wants to talk to you.” She came in. “I’ll wait here.”
I picked up my stuff said bye to Hera and went to find my Uncle.

He was in the council chamber. I bowed, “You wanted to see me Master?”
“Ah yes, Jaina. I know you are very concerned with Hera at the moment, but I need to send you on a solo mission.”
I stared at him, he couldn’t be serious? What would happen to Hera if I left? Unlce Luke seemed to read my mind. “I think this will be good for Hera as well. You have reassured her, I think she might cope better than you think.”
I thought about it for a minute. “Can’t you send someone else?”
He shook his head, “Sorry, but this suits you down to the ground.”I let out a breath. “Ok, I’ll go.”

Monday, June 04, 2007

Tears and a Story

Jacen was in the common room with a bunch of other teenage Jedi. I clamped my hand to my mouth when I saw him. There was a lovely purple bruise around his left eye and his top lip was split.
I ran up to him and touched it. “Oh my word Jacen! What happened? I saw you being attacked! Who was it? How did you get that? Are you okay?”
Jacen looked up in surprise as I ran towards him and flinched at my touch. “Ah, don’t touch that! What are you doing back from the Rouges? Wait, did you say you saw me?”
I nodded, that’s why I came home. You were calling for me.”
Jacen pulled his hand through his brown hair and leaned back. “But how? I mean… a vision?”
I shook my head. “I saw it as it happened.”
“Then you’d better go and see her.” He answered. I was confused, “See who?” I asked and Jacen spoke the one word that I had never in my wildest dreams expected to hear.
“Hera.”

I arrived at the library out of breath and so confused. Jacen had told me that he had gone to meditate in the mediation room for a change and as he mentally ran through lightsaber moves and techniques he had to reach for it for real. He said that Hera had attacked him for no reason. Yelling at him to get away from him. That she couldn’t have him anywhere near her. He had fought her, trying to reason wit h her but she had knocked him flat and ran to the library. She had stayed there ever since. She wouldn’t let anyone near her, the only people that could talk to her were female and the only person that she talked back to was Aunt Mara Jade. She always asked for me. I couldn’t believe it, I just couldn’t. Not Hera, she was far to gentle and nice. There was no way that she had done that.

She was in a corner reading a book, her lightsaber in the hand that wasn’t being used. She was so peaceful looking, how could she have done that to Jacen?
“Hera?” I stepped out from the bookcase and she jumped up, her book falling on the floor and her lightsaber raised, but not light. “Hera, it’s me, it’s Jaina.” I don’t know what I expected her to do, but I was caught unawares when she ran to me and hugged me crying. I hugged her back, trying to avoid her Lekus as I knew they were sensitive. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on Hera?”

We sat side by side on the floor of the farthest corner of the library. There were no more tears, they were all spent on both sides. It was just the facts now, a story being told.

“I was six when I was taken into slavery. I can’t remember much about my life before hand. For ten years I was kick around when I did things wrong and ignored when I did things right. Tarken chained me to him sometimes, he just watched me dance others. All the time for as long as I can remember I was under the eyes of males who stared at my body and tried to touch me. I had no friends, no one cared for me. My life was made up of one day after another, just trying to get through it without being pinched or slapped. And then one day you came. I saw hope and a promise in your eyes. But you left and I was filled with more hopelessness. But you came back and freed me. You brought me here and it was everything I ever wanted, I felt safe and loved. I had friends and I had a home for the first time in my life. Gradually my security faded, I began to have nightmares about being taken back into slavery and relived my dancing days. Every look from a male became something more; my skin crawled at the thought of it. I cracked when Jacen came into the mediation room. It was just me and him, I didn’t notice him until a while after he came in and I freaked out thinking that he was spying on me.” She hung her head. “I can’t face anyone Jaina. I just can’t and I don’t know what to do. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. Ten years of slavery will be hard to get rid of. But why the library? Why do you shelter in here?”
Hera shrugged. “I love books, I taught myself to read and here is like heaven to me.”

I stood up. “Okay, first things first. Let’s get you back to your room. You’ll feel safer there. Bring as many books as you like.”
She gathered up an armload and I helped her carry them back to her room.“I have to go and talk to Uncle Luke about this. I’ll be back I promise.”