Entry Number 050603A
"I'm afraid not."
"Then why are you here?"
Ben just stared at me, which made me feel like my soul was being examined. I pulled my legs towards my chest and I stared at the Ghost, which was faltering back and forth from existence. This was not real.
"I came to help you," he says, before I stood up and stared at where he sat, seeing that there was no indent. I crossed my arms and stared at him, he was a few centimeters taller than me.
"I didn't ask for help." I murmured, trying to look as established as before. If he knew who I was, then he knew my father and my grandfather, the biggest hoaxers of the Force. For the first time in our meeting, he laughed at me, and I felt a little at ease.
"You were asking, reaching out through your dreams." The Force Ghost walked towards me and I sat down next to it, keeping a small distance. There was an aura, radiating off of him, energy slowly being released. That was the only thing that pulled me back to the ground. He was staring at Rogan, which turned on her side to face us, Rose sleeping beside her.
"Like many of you do. I remember when I reached through the Force for help." I didn't ask anything, but let him speak. It only felt right to do so.
"You're very wise for someone unskilled in the Force. Someone who has it but never thought about training in it." I gasped gently, but I pressed my hand against my mouth, looking down. The Ghost didn't seem to mind my surprise.
"Your mother had the Force, but was never curious as to how and why. She never excelled in it, and she never asked anyone of it. Being Mandalorian and using the Force was unheard of, at the time."
I stared at him, my eyes seeking for answers, only finding more questions.
"Then why are you here?"
Ben just stared at me, which made me feel like my soul was being examined. I pulled my legs towards my chest and I stared at the Ghost, which was faltering back and forth from existence. This was not real.
"I came to help you," he says, before I stood up and stared at where he sat, seeing that there was no indent. I crossed my arms and stared at him, he was a few centimeters taller than me.
"I didn't ask for help." I murmured, trying to look as established as before. If he knew who I was, then he knew my father and my grandfather, the biggest hoaxers of the Force. For the first time in our meeting, he laughed at me, and I felt a little at ease.
"You were asking, reaching out through your dreams." The Force Ghost walked towards me and I sat down next to it, keeping a small distance. There was an aura, radiating off of him, energy slowly being released. That was the only thing that pulled me back to the ground. He was staring at Rogan, which turned on her side to face us, Rose sleeping beside her.
"Like many of you do. I remember when I reached through the Force for help." I didn't ask anything, but let him speak. It only felt right to do so.
"You're very wise for someone unskilled in the Force. Someone who has it but never thought about training in it." I gasped gently, but I pressed my hand against my mouth, looking down. The Ghost didn't seem to mind my surprise.
"Your mother had the Force, but was never curious as to how and why. She never excelled in it, and she never asked anyone of it. Being Mandalorian and using the Force was unheard of, at the time."
I stared at him, my eyes seeking for answers, only finding more questions.