Title: Dawning Author: Briannakin Timeframe: 44 ABY Characters: Luke, Mara, Ben, Han, Leia, Jaina and the rest of the gang with a few OC's Genre: AU, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Angst Notes: Because of the truncation issue, many people have been bugging me for this fic, so I decided to revamp it. I’ve changed some stuff as FOTJ is now over to fit. If you read it before, I’ve changed it enough so it’s worth another read. Prologue Luke Skywalker, Grand Master of the Jedi Order swept high with his green blade. Abeloth – his opponent – slashed at him with her tentacles, pushing Luke back towards the edge of the cliff. “You will die,” the… thing grunted, beginning a series of short, quick blows, making the Grand Master retreat further. The suns beat down on his black robed back, making him sweat more. He was not afraid to die. He had nothing to live for now, which made him a formidable opponent. Ben was dead. Abeloth had killed him in cold blood. “As long as you come with me, I don’t care.” He couldn't believe he was wasting his breath speaking to her. He edge closer to the precipice. His heels were hanging off now. “That is unacceptable.” With a tentacle, she sliced off his arm, she them moved to consume him. While she had been busy with his other arm, Luke had retrieved a thermal detonator from his pocket. As she absorbed him, he detonated the device. Everything went dark. * * * Luke woke from the darkness some time later. He wasn't sure how much time had passed: moments felt like days or days; like moments, Luke realized that it had all been a dream. Hadn't it? But Luke couldn't recall exactly what had been a dream. The past day? The past week? The past year? He could not open his eyes. He tried to move something. ANYTHING! But his body did not respond. He felt dizzy and like he was encased in something. Am I dead? Maybe it hadn't been a dream. Maybe life just seemed like a dream now that he was dead. It made sense to him. But Luke then realized that he was still breathing, but not on his own. Tubes had been forced down his airways and air was being pumped in and out. And there were incessant beeping noises. No, death couldn't be this uncomfortable. He wasn't in much pain, but his muscles and joints simply ached, a tremendous amount. He tried to reach out with the Force, but he was so tired, he just wanted to sleep. He tried to talk, to ask if anyone was there, but he gagged on the tubes. He then heard the most beautiful voice ever. The voice of an angel. “Farmboy?” Yup. He was dead.