2. Dantooine: Reflections
She looked at the utterly silent Shamila at her side. The young Padawan’s eyes seemed to be sparkling, pointed at the ceiling. The girl looked at the woman, pressed her lips together, and smiled.
“B-bultar,” she stuttered and without out warning jumped at her and flung her arms around her. Bultar felt the girl’s tears soaking through her robe. She patted her gently on the back.
“You understand now, Shamila?” she said softly. “To be able to be a good Jedi, to serve the Galaxy, we must understand and follow the Jedi Code and teachings, sometimes at the cost of ourselves. But, we cannot do this, if we don’t have hope. We cannot help others, give them hope, if we cannot help ourselves, do not have that hope ourselves.” She moved Shamila’s head up gently until they looked at each other and dried the girl’s tears with her hand. “Vhiran became my hope, my strength. Let Nillanthir be yours.” A slight smirk formed around Bultar’s lips. “So, next time you see him, jump at him like you just did with me, alright?”
Shamila nodded, first softly, then firmer. “A-alright. I, I will! I will do that!” She sat back at the Knight’s side again. “Thank you, Bultar.”
Bultar gave her a friendly nod. She stood up and stretched her arms and legs. Finally she smiles again. She thought to herself as she looked at Shamila. This way she should be, happy. She knelt down in front of the girl, then sat down in crossed-leg position and grinned at her. “Now, Shamila. You tell me, tell about Nill. What is it you like about him?”
“Huh?!” Shamila looked up in shock. “T-tell you… But, that, that would be, awkward.”
“Doesn’t have to.” Bultar shook her head calmly. “Just think of me as, your big sister!”
“That’s right.” She nodded. “You can tell me anything, and you can trust me to keep it between the two of us!”
“A-anything?” A sparkle appeared in the girl’s eyes again.
“Anything!” Bultar gave a confirming nod.
Shamila took a deep breath and smiled happily. A huge load had already been lifted from her shoulders, and now, her hope had risen even more. She was so thankful Bultar was there with her. “Well,” she finally began, still a bit carefully. “When I saw him the first time, on Zalor…” She stopped. “Bultar, are you alright?” she asked in a nervous tone.
The Jedi Knight’s look had turned glazed all of a sudden. She seemed to stare ahead at nothing. Suddenly her hands started trembling heavily, then her arms too. Bultar tried to get some grip on the floor, but her body was now shaking uncontrollably. “V-Vhiran…” Then her eyes shut tight and she fell backwards onto the floor.
“Bultar!” Shamila cried out. She knelt down at Bultar’s side and tried to wake her up. “Bultar, don’t this! Please, wake up, Bultar!” The girl looked around, as if looking for help. “Master Vhiran!” She called out in desperation and shook her head in disbelief. What is this?! Another nightmare?! Then… Then let me wake up, now! Just as she started sobbing, she felt a hand on hers.
The girl looked down surprised, to see Bultar’s eyes being opened again. “Bultar!” her eyes lit up in joy and relief. “Are you alright?”
“I’m sorry if I startled you like that.” Slowly, Bultar managed to sit upright again and nodded. “Don’t worry. I’m fine. But, I think Vhiran might be in trouble!” She looked at the cave hallway Vhiran had went into, then back at Shamila. “Come!” She jumped up, almost as if nothing at all had happened to her just a few moments ago, and inclined her head to the hall.
Shamila nodded firmly. Fearful about what might have happened to her Master, but now with renewed hope and strength, she followed Bultar’s lead, deeper and deeper into the crystal cave.
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