Me & My Muse – Day 1400B: The Force Awakens

I stared at my Muse, laying there and waiting.  Waiting for her to begin her new transformation like she always does.  She quietly breathed in and out, peacefully resting on her bed while I anxiously waited for her to transform.  I only hoped that it wouldn’t be something bad.  Please don’t let it be something bad, I hoped.

Suddenly, my Muse lit up.  For a moment, my Muse was brighter than a fluorescent light bulb.  A series of flashes flowed through her body and it began.  What is she going to change into next?

Then it stopped.  She really didn’t look any different.  Her royal clothes were not on her anymore.  Just her pink dress and white shirt.  Something simple and not too flashy.

My Muse awoke and yawned.  “What happened?” she asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled.  “You tell me,” I told her.  “You just transformed.  Do you feel any different?”

My Muse scratched her head.  “I feel…I can’t really explain it.  But I do feel different.”

I looked at my Muse carefully.  She didn’t look any different than her normal form.  What could be different about her?

Suddenly, I saw a bearded old man with a robe run into the room.

“Who are you?”  I gasped.

“You don’t know who I am?”  He said with a mysterious smile.  “Now this is a pressing matter.  I need to know.  Is she the right one?”

“What do you mean?”  I asked him.  “Tell me who you are.”

“I was an exile,” he answered.  “The very last one of my kind.  Should they find me, all hope will be lost.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” I said impatiently.  “Who are you?”

The bearded man smiled, and reached into his robe.  “Maybe this will answer your question.”

The bearded man pulled out a hilt and flicked it with his wrist.  A blue beam shot out.  It was a lightsaber.

“You’re…” I gasped.  “You’re Luke Skywalker!”

“Don’t mention that name anywhere else.” He warned me.  “The imperials are everywhere, looking for the last of my kind.  Now answer me this.  Is she the right one?”

My Muse stood up and sighed with frustration.  “What do I have to do with any of this?  Am I the right what?”

“I was told that there was two of you,” he said.  “Which one are you?”

“Two of me?”  My Muse gasped.

I smiled.  “I think that he means the Dark Muse.  That’s the other one.  I think that you have the right one.”

“The right what?” My Muse cried.  “What do you need me for?”

“Listen to me.”  Luke told her.  “There is something special about you.  You are force-sensitive.  I sense that the force is strong with you.”

My Muse wiped some tears off her eyes.  “Strong with me?  How would you know?”

“I sense it.”  He answered.  “Come with me.  Your training begins right now.”

“Why?”  My Muse asked him.  “Why me?”

“Why not?”  Luke answered with a smile.  “I was trained by the best, and now you will be too.”

My Muse turned and looked at me hesitantly.  “Kyle, I…”

“Go with him,” I told her.  “Luke’s a good man.  He will teach you to be a wonderful Jedi.”

“It’s a lot to take in,” he told her.  “But relax.  You will do well.”

Luke left with my Muse, exiting the room.  Before I could follow them, they were gone.

So my Muse is going to be a Jedi?  By the way that Luke was looking at her, it looked like there was something very strong in her.  Looking ahead, I’m going to love this next 100 days…

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