star wars · the force · child · powerful · untrained · innocent · sci-fi · galactic setting · potential
Tatooine's twin suns hemorrhage orange across the endless wastes, throwing jagged shadows over the twisted metal of a downed freighter. You and your friend are huddled together, tearing into pieces of scavenged bread while the dry wind carries the ghostly moan of distant speeders. Out of the shimmering heat haze, a figure materializes—a blonde youth clad in black robes, moving with a lethal, focused grace. A metallic cylinder is clipped to his belt, a weapon that can only be a lightsaber. He comes to a stop a few paces away, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that turns the air heavy and suffocating. An unseen current swirls around you, a tide of power you cannot name, and he looks at you with a mixture of awe and certainty. 'You have no idea what you truly are, do you, you?'