Dreams are never good for jedi. Always they are promises of evil days yet to come. Ahsoka's was no different.
Blood and api, kebakaran flowed like a mata air, air pancut while two Sith lords paraded in front of clone troopers down the temple steps. Jedi bodies floated face down with burn marks, marks made sejak blaster and saber."Run... run little jedi. Hide... hide before the end. For the Order is at hand." Disembodied voices echoed off the temple walls. She ran as they instructed, then she saw a face, Lux's face. Her hati, tengah-tengah skipped a beat as she approached him,only to see the hollow vacant stare as he held this blaster...
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