Inside a room sits a girl, alone, sitting on her knees in meditation. In front of her is a workshop table laid out with metal pieces and a green crystal. It is flat and low enough to stand below her eye-level, specially made for a single purpose. An elderly voice echoes in her-
"Forge your lightsaber, you must. But alone you shall not be, for the Force is with you. Always remember, Ahsoka Tano."
His words were the last given to her before the doors closed. Her thoughts, momentarily drift to the other younglings in her cohort. Faces of humans, twi'leks, mirialans, rodians, arconaians - so many younglings, ready to take the next step. Is she?
She sucks in a breath and banishes them from her mind. One by one her thoughts clear away, any stray thought made to flicker, an idea she refuses to grab. As the chaos quiets inside, the crystal begins to rise up. To her surprise, and momentary loss of focus, it hums. Not just any hum - it is a song. Melodic and unique, unlike any tune she has ever heard. For a moment she thinks to open her eyes, to see it, but she reels temptation back.
One does not need to see to hear. To understand. To accept.
I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me.
Her voice repeats this refrain in mind, the only time in the memory her voice is heard. A young voice full of faith, and trusting of what she does not see. Even so, the pieces appear in her mind. The emitter, the hilt, the switch, the sleeve, and of course the crystal. Its warm yet haunting hum continues, soothing and powerful, reaching out to her. She reaches back, her hand extends-
Her eyes open. In her hand, gripped firm, is her lightsaber. A green blade hums the same melody, refined, strong. They have come to an understanding.
Lightsaber - Raihan
Inside a room sits a girl, alone, sitting on her knees in meditation. In front of her is a workshop table laid out with metal pieces and a green crystal. It is flat and low enough to stand below her eye-level, specially made for a single purpose. An elderly voice echoes in her-
"Forge your lightsaber, you must. But alone you shall not be, for the Force is with you. Always remember, Ahsoka Tano."
His words were the last given to her before the doors closed. Her thoughts, momentarily drift to the other younglings in her cohort. Faces of humans, twi'leks, mirialans, rodians, arconaians - so many younglings, ready to take the next step. Is she?
She sucks in a breath and banishes them from her mind. One by one her thoughts clear away, any stray thought made to flicker, an idea she refuses to grab. As the chaos quiets inside, the crystal begins to rise up. To her surprise, and momentary loss of focus, it hums. Not just any hum - it is a song. Melodic and unique, unlike any tune she has ever heard. For a moment she thinks to open her eyes, to see it, but she reels temptation back.
One does not need to see to hear. To understand. To accept.
I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me.
Her voice repeats this refrain in mind, the only time in the memory her voice is heard. A young voice full of faith, and trusting of what she does not see. Even so, the pieces appear in her mind. The emitter, the hilt, the switch, the sleeve, and of course the crystal. Its warm yet haunting hum continues, soothing and powerful, reaching out to her. She reaches back, her hand extends-
Her eyes open. In her hand, gripped firm, is her lightsaber. A green blade hums the same melody, refined, strong. They have come to an understanding.