The shadow opened the door for her, and she saw a great flower-field.
«Now run!» it told her, «Run as fast as you can and don’t ever look back.» giving her a push through the door, «And when you reach the end off the cliff, you jump!»
«Jump unto what?» Ahsoka asked, confused.
«Run!» the shadow of Anakin shouted, «No questions! Just run! It will get you out of here. Run! Before it is to late. Before you get doomed to this place forever.»
Ahsoka started running, hearing the shadow shouting after her,
«And don’t look back!»
…
Zilla slowly approched the throne, seeing him sitting there.
King Anakin, with his little daughter Leia on his lap. The five year old little princess.
It was early in the morning. Anakin was telling his daughter a tale, while Zilla stopped in front off them, ready to reveal her pressence.
They haven’t even spotted her yet, or had they?
Zilla chose to speak up, saying the first thing that came to her mind,
«Its an extraordinary daughter you have there, your majesty.» doing a little bow before she stood upright on her feet.
But the king didn’t lift his gaze towards her, immediately,
«It seems we have a customer.» he said to Leia, «What do you say to go and play with Luke?»
«All he care about is his…»
«Or would you rather stay here and watch?»
«I don’t know. Maybe I go and wake him up…» looking towards the stranger beneath them, «If we got a customer, he don’t wanna miss it.» and so she went down from his lap and ran away.
Finaly the king raised his gaze towards Zilla. But he couldn’t see who she was, because she had her hood over her head, which covered the most of her face.
«Why hast thou cometh before thy king today?»
Anakin formally began.
Zilla throwed her hood back and raised her head to look upon him. A person different from the one she remembered. Or was he different? Or was it only a camouflage he covered himself with, whenever he sat on his throne?
But as they eyes met, the kings eyes widened, and he stood up on his feet, slowly,
«A-Ahsoka?» shocked, as if he had seen a ghost, he began walking down the stairs towards her, «Is that really you?
Zilla bit her tongue, feeling uncertain. Uncomfortable, with no idea of what to say.
The best thing was to be honest, even if… she so much didn’t want to hurt his feelings,
«No…» she let out, «No, sir… your majesty I mean.»
But Anakin gently grabbed her forearms as he reached her, as if handling a porcelain-doll that could easily break,
«Ahsoka…» he slowly embraced her before looking her in the eyes, «Ahsoka…» he repeated, «I…»
«Sir, no, sir…» Zilla tried, but she got interubted.
«Ahsoka.» he smiled. A warm smile that lightened up his whole face, «Words cannot describe how glad I am to see you again. After all those years, and you haven’t aged one bit.»
«It has only been three weeks, sir.» Zilla answeared, «But I must say that you look older.»
The King chuckled,
«The time is different in this world, Snips.»
Zilla immediately turned her gaze down, as she took some steps back from him. He had just called her Snips, which where the nickname he only used on Ahsoka. She laid her hand over her heart, breathing heavily. He would never call her that if he knew who she was. She felt his hand, softly touch her shoulder,
«What’s the matter, apprentice?» he wondered, «Care to join us for breakfast?»
