A/N: I do not own anything or anyone recognizable in Star Wars. I do own my OC and my plot altercations in this piece.

There were only flashes, glimpses of a future that is to come; of events that are possibly impossible. Ones that have already come to pass, burned forever in time and unchangeable.

A village burning, screams and fear permeating the air. That same village filled with only the dead. A search is to be had. Rolling dunes of sand beneath a blistering heat as far as the eye can see. A flash of hazel eyes and hunger pains. The deafening roar of a ship and the shrill cries of TIE Fighters as they weave through a graveyard of Imperial Starships. The familiar feel of the steel canister of a lightsaber fitting into someone's palm. A great explosion in the sky, five of them, actually. Five planets, disintegrated and gone. Fear, so much fear and pain. The familiar and uncomfortable twinge of someone forcing their way into one's mind. Death. Severe anguish, stabbing and ever present. A chill in the air and the crackle of a red blade as it glowed in the dim night. A searing heat ripping across a face.

Ahch-To with its roaring ocean and pillars of dark stone that seem to rise up out of the sea.

And yet, there is a great disturbance in the Force, an abrupt and monumental tilt. A rebirth, perhaps? No. An awakening.

Someone is coming.

It's the emotions that come with the foresight that were the strongest and lingered the longest, their presence digging in and tearing so that they left open wounds in their vast and unforgiving wake.

Slowly, after breathing in deeply, in and out, the dream - no, vision - started to fade. A pair of eyelids drew themselves back, revealing the pale blue irises underneath. There was another deep inhale and exhale to help sleep bleed from the body's system.

It's gentle, this awakening, despite what was seen. What was felt so wholly.

A prone body turned over and sat up, a hand raised to rub over a face in both exhaustion and annoyance.

There was an absence of sunlight in the room, it was still early. The room was supplied a sliver of light from the moon that trickled down through the old circular window.

Down the hall, there was a shift in the normally serene flux, the mind of the old Master wavering slightly in his sleep. Breathing ceased for a moment as sharp ears listened and waited. He rolled over but did nothing beyond that, the ripples settling as he returned to a state of deep sleep.

Feet were silent as they touched the cool stone floor of the dwelling, a lithe body slid from beneath the covers and out the door, not bothering to pause for boots or even a cloak. An undershirt and short trousers would have to suffice.

The air was cool as it swept over warm, slightly flushed skin. It was too stifling inside, too hot, with no natural air movement.

Outside, the rocks and stones of the temple were bathed in silver moonlight. It was peaceful out, what with the distant crash of the dark waves on the shores of the island and the distant, towering pillars. It was far more serene and comforting than any other place in the galaxy.

The Force was strong there.

It surrounded and cradled the sleepless walker like a concerned guardian, worried for the well-being of its child.

With a simple thought, a gentle nudge of reassurance, the echo of apprehension receded back, retracted like a hand sliding off a shoulder. However, before it was gone entirely, it was retrieved, like a lover reaching for the hand of the person of their affection, and placed back where it was before. The excess feeling of comfort was welcome but the heady cloud of worriment from it was not wanted.

A sharp sigh escaped into the night, as well as a shudder as the floodgates of a mind opened.

It was suddenly too much, too many emotions at once, felt too entirely. A shout wanted to rip itself free, to fill the night air as the overwhelming amount of feelings spilled forth. But, there was quiet, instead hissed breathing permeated the air as tears dripped down cheeks as the churning torrent released out into the Force.

Shaky legs could not support such a contaminated body and mind so palms met the soft grass underfoot. Fingers dug in and pulled at the emerald blades.

It was the terror of 20 million people and a flash of red light. It was the grief felt by so many more. It was the heartache of a mother and a lover, of a fatherless daughter and son. It was anger and rage and fury and it was blistering and scorching, physical aches just as much as mental ones.

And then it was gone, the only evidence of its presence were the few tears chilled in the wind.

The Force was back after discarding such foreign and pure emotions. It touched tentatively at the withered mind and body, asking for another assurance of well-being. When it failed to receive a responding reach back, it dove in, cradling and swaddling once more with unconditional affection and adoration.

It was easier to breathe now, with the familiar, comforting lull back in place.

Sleep would no longer back had that night, it was simple to see.

Through the will of the Force, shaky legs were no longer so unstable and like a parent helping their young ones learn to walk, it offered that little bit of extra support so that the dwelling was left behind and the cliffs drew ever closer.

The wind was quiet for the night, only a gentle breeze that caressed skin and hair.

Sinking to knees once more, the smooth plain of the boulder was comforting. Long legs folded out of habit and there was almost an urgency to meditate, to open the mind once more to the Force, to examine the sea of emotions laid out now. They could now be plucked from the cloud of essence and pondered more fully at a leisurely pace, as could the fractured images. This was bearable at least, unlike the overwhelming flux from before.

The Master needed to be told but not then, not now. It was far too late in the night to do so. In the morning then, after he was rested. After things were sorted.

It was not often that the Force divested information like it had but when it did, it could not be ignored or displaced.

Sleep heavy eyes raised to look at the large orb of the distant moon for a moment, the pale blue irises capturing the silver light and turning molten quicksilver. And then they were being closed off from the night and even breathing filled the air as the crack in the dam was pried open, allowing a fraction of the emotions, of the images, to drip through.

It must have been only a short time after sunrise when a warm hand placed itself onto a thick head of hair.

The Master's presence was another conditioned comfort. However, neither of them spoke for a long while, taking a moment to simply bask in the warm light of the rising sun.

He could feel the Force churning and curling around his Padawan, cradling and codling with adoration as it always was. On this morning, however, he could feel a ripple in the familiar presence. A turbulent crackle in the air.

"How long have you been up?" He asked quietly, so as to retain the serenity that existed around them. His fingers gently brushed the silky strands under palm.

"I don't know," Came the soft reply, "It feels as though it has been days."

"Something is troubling you." It was not a question but a gentle statement, one laced with concern.

"Yes, Master." There was a brief pause due to contemplation and consideration and he felt this, "Last night, I received a string of foresight in my dreams. It felt like… one unyielding disturbance in the Force, a continuous string of unrelenting emotions… And I was overwhelmed."

He sat down on the stone and crossed his legs, "Show me."

His Padawan faced him then, retaining only about a foot of distance between them, and as if a curtain had been drawn back, the massive torrent awaited, careful concealed and hidden from him in an impassable series of defenses so carefully constructed.

Then, one by one, the flashes were revealed to him, more slowly and wholly in their entirety after having been carefully pieced back together from tiny slivers of fragments.

So, the child had received hardly any sleep that night, what with such meticulous work bared and presented to him, a job that was nearly completed.

Together, they sifted through the dream, slowly wading through the shallows of the ocean of information washing over them. When the brunt of the weight had been transferred to him after a number of minutes passed, he sighed heavily, his eyes remaining shut. "Go back to bed."

"Master?"

"You may meditate on this vision later." He explained, inhaling deeply as he continued to sort through the chaos. He could, however, feel the lingering fatigue that plagued the young one. "But, for now, return to your room and get some sleep. You need to keep up your strength if we are to be having visitors."

"Yes, Master." He allowed his eyes to briefly flicker open and watched as his Padawan rose, bare feet quietly slapping on the smooth stone underfoot.

He sent a warm wave of affection through the Force after the young Knight, a gentle caress of the mind as a soft gleam of pride shown in his eyes. And then, he was left alone with the tamed maelstrom splayed before him.

You did well, my Padawan.