Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2017 02:30:12 -0500 From: Derhunterboi Subject: When Fantasy Becomes Reality -6 Disclaimer: This is a fictional piece of writing containing sexual actions between a man (age 28) and a minor (age 13), if you are offended or disturbed by this then please do not read. Additional Warning: This is also a work that takes place in the Star Wars Universe although has no affiliation with Lucas Arts or the franchise. It is purely a work of fiction. Copyright notice: ALL references to Star Wars and The Expanded Universe system, are copyright George Lucas/Disney and Lucasfilms/arts company. This story holds no affiliation to George Lucas or his Lucasfilms/arts company. If for some reason this disturbs you then please do not read further. Thank you. Remember Nifty is kept operating only by your donations. In order to read wonderful stories like these and others please consider donating to keep this website active. Maintenance is high and we're running low on duck tape :) When Fantasy Becomes Reality Chapter Six: The Nature of Things I found myself walking down the dark hallway of a freighter ship that we had answered a distress signal to. I could feel Peters presence to my left, his newly acquired lightsaber casting a bluish glow in front of us. The darkness here was... unnatural. Pervasive almost. I tried to sense anyone else on the freighter but once again felt nothing. I glanced at Peter and could see he was just as nervous as I was. But we continued forward, intent on finding out what happened to the crew. It was then I heard it, the distinct sound on a lightsaber being turned off and Peters blue light vanished. I stopped and turned to see what was wrong and Peter was gone! "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I thought to myself as I began to panic. Then I saw a red glow in front of me. Standing twenty paces away was a figure wearing all black robes, red lightsaber held against the neck of a terrified Peter. The face was pale, skin drawn back, with long black hair. The Sith smiled at me. And then he sliced Peter's throat, and he was dead just like that. The crimson red blood seeping down the front of his robes. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" I screamed and awoke. I was sitting on my bed, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Peter yelped next to me as I woke him up, he took a look at me face and began trying to soothe me. "Shhhh it's okay Eric, it was just a nightmare," he whispered, and gentely stroked my bare chest. It worked and I began to calm down. I looked at him, naked in my bed, and tears began to well up in my eyes. "Peter," I said as I cupped his cheek "I don't want to lose you." I cried. "That's why you're my Master silly," he said. "Plus now that I have a lightsaber I can defend myself right?" That's what triggered that dream, the concept that as Peter grows up and is trained that I may not be able to protect him. Or even worse, that he be used as leverage against me. Ahhh, the fears and pitfalls of parenthood. I simply nodded at him, better to not dwell on what could be nor should I crush what remains of his innocence. I held him as we cuddled back up and fell asleep, my heartbeat returning to normal. ************************************************************* Two months have passed since Peter had been accepted as my padawan and he only just recieved his first lightsaber yesterday, an almost unheard of occurance. But Peter was showing remarkable aptitude in the mastery of the blade, the instructors commenting that he is almost a natural with it. His communion with the Force however... well, let's just say it's lacking. The morning after my dream I was walking the grounds with Peter next to me when I decided to inform him of my next plan. "Peter," I said as we stopped to observe two crab-like creatures fight over a perch on a rock. "I have decided that we should address your difficulties with communing with the Force." Peter looked down ashamed, "I'm sorry Eric, erm I mean Master, please you aren't sending me away are you?" He looked up at me on the verge of tears, how far he has come but still there is so much further he needs to come. "Oh heavens no Peter," I hugged him to me to comfort him. "Peter, I swore I would never abandon you and that is final. I would rather leave the Jedi Order than to lose you, understand?" He nodded and smiled at me. "Good, well I have a plan to remedy your block in this area. A trip." Immediately he perked up. "A trip?! For real?! Awesome! Where are we going?" I chuckled at his enthusiasm. "Not too far, but certainly not the safest of places. There is a planet that is close to the Force called Devaron, a sparsely inhabited place with an ancient Jedi Temple." "Soooo looking at some old ruins is supposed to help me?" He asked. "No, but there is a man who lives at the top of one of the peaks, he is said to be an oracle of some kind. If anyone can assist you it is him." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Okay, so when do we leave?" I smiled at him, "Tonight." So that is how we found ourselves; Peter, Jax and myself aboard my ship headed towards Devaron. Luckily the planet wasn't too far out of the way and only took a few hours to get there via hyperspace. As we were in transit I glanced over at Peter who looked troubled. "Okay, tell me." I said. He jumped at the words, "What? I'm fine, why?" He tried to put on his most convincing smile. Seeing through the facade I prodded further, "Peter I know you better than that, something is bothering you so spill the beans." He sighed, "Fine. I was just thinking... don't you ever wish that things could be normal? I mean I appreciate everything that you've done, and I love the idea of becoming a Jedi, but I guess ignorance is bliss too. I sound stupid, forget I mentioned it." "Peter, I know exactly how you feel." He looked up at me sharply, surprise painted on his features. "I sometimes look back and wonder how nice it would've been to have a normal job as an accountant, have a family and friends, and all of that. But, that isn't what life had in store for me, nor for you either." "So it's not just me?" He asked. "No it's not, everyone wishes that their life were different than what it is. The curse of sentient existence is to always strive for more or better, just live in the now." He giggled softly, "Wow that was actually pretty wise." I looked at him, "Well I am your Master for a reason you know, I know some stuff." I winked at him and he rolled his eyes at me. ********************************************** We arrived at Devaron without incident, stepping off the ship Peter looked around apprehensively. The looming trees of this jungle planet seemed to almost be threatening. "You okay Peter?" I asked. "Yeah, it's just these trees seem so dense and forboding. It's almost as if I can feel their presence watching me." I smiled, I knew that bringing Peter here would help him open up to the nuances of the Force in all its facets. "Umm, so Master? Where exactly is this Oracle supposed to live, do you know the place?" Peter asked. "Ahh I am glad you asked Padawan. As it turns out I met this Oracle when on a mission a few years back, although I suppose he could have moved on by now but that is unlikely. To him time flows differently than it does for us, he has been mediatating with the Force for the past 100 years. I'm sure he is already aware of our presence here." "Wait, one hundred years?! What kind of species is he?" Peter exclaimed. "Haha, he is human Peter. You see when one is in perfect harmony with the Force for long enough, unexpected benefits arise. In his case it is prolonged life." Or it could be all the drugs he does, I thought to myself. Peter and I continued our way through the dense jungle, with only my connection to the Force to guide us. I could feel the Oracles presence since landing and used it to find him. Peter on the other hand was blindly following me. Finally we reached a clearing with a stone dias sitting in the center. There sitting serenely in the sunlight was the Oracle. To the observer he almost seemed to be dead for how little he moved. Frail and old would be how most would describe him, he sat with his legs crossed and hands clapsed in front of him wearing only a brown cloak and trousers. As we entered into the clearing his eyes opened and Peter halted, surprised. The Oracles eyes were completely white, having lost his sight many years ago yet he could still pinpoint exactly where we were by sense. "Ahhh Eric, I have been expecting you. And hello to you too Peter," the Oracle said. "Wh-what? How do you know my name?" Peter asked. The Oracle chuckled, "You need not block your mind from me young man, the Force told me in a vision that you were to come. So I have been expecting you both." Peter still looked dumbfounded so I too the initiative. "Oracle, my padawan has thus far shown great aptitude in the ways of the Jedi but has roadblocks when it comes to using the Force. Is there a way for you or I to help him?" "I'm afraid not Eric, I cannot teach one who has not yet taken his first steps. Unlike Peter, when you and I met you had already been accustomed to using the Force and I was able to build upon your natural Talent. But sensing and using the Force cannot be taught, only learned." That made sense in a way. I had discovered who and what I was early on and had used the Force, Peter on the other hand has not had the same unfourtunate circumstances and so his skill has yet to be released. "It is growing late my friends, perhaps you would join me for dinner and we can think of what our next steps ought to be." The Oracle suggested, I readily agreed as I was at a loss of what to do next. ********************************************************************************************** Peter, being a typical teenage boy, was none too pleased to find only vegtables for dinner but the smell soon erased all his doubts. After the meal we sat and began to plan what to do next. "In times past," the Oracle said, "young Jedi were put through increasingly complex and frustrating trials until their use of the Force was awoken. That practice ended when some padawans died in a very dangerous trial set up by an unstable Master." Peter looked at me questionly as if I knew who that was. "Ahhhh," the Oracle said with understanding. "I see you have yet to tell him then, Eric please enlighten Peter as to what you know of the man." Sometimes I hate mind reading. "Eric?" Peter asked. "Alright, Peter I'll tell you. As I said before I killed a sith a while ago with a very powerful brother out to get me. Well it turns out that he is the same man of whom the Oracle just spoke of. He was... dark... and dangerous in his time. Often intentionally putting padawans in danger feeling that only the strong and powerful could survive. After being cast out he joined with the Sith and the rest is history." "Okay, so what does this have to do with me?" peter asked. I looked at the Oracle worriedly, understanding what his intention was. "Well Peter, our time is short and great darkness will soon approach you and Eric, so I suggest we put you through the trials," the Oracle said. Peter looked horrified, "What?! But you just said people died doing those things!" "Peter," I said as I turned him to look at me, "they were never meant to succeed, but both me and the Oracle will be here to guide you alright?" He nodded his head. "Isn't that right Orac- ah Shit!" The Oracle was asleep, snoring softly. "Is he asleep?" Peter asked. "Yep, hasn't changed at all. Just as old and annoying as ever. Come on, lets find a place to sleep you have a long day ahead of you." Little did we know what was in store for us the next day. We awoke that morning only to find the Oracle was gone. He tended to vanish when danger was nearby and so that was the first sign I had that something was off. I shook Peter awake and told him to get dressed. "Is something wrong?" He asked groggily. "Yes, there is a darkness that was not here yesterday. I fear something has arrived and does not have friendly intentions." Peters face turned pale, "We should leave then! Get on your ship and let's get out!" "No point," I replied. "they already know we're here. The best I can do is find a way to get you out of here and hope to hold them off while you escape." "Eric, stop. Stop being so fucking noble okay? We will escape together now how do we get to your ship?" I smiled at his confidence, I only wished I could have felt the same way. But that presence... ****************************************************************************** So we walked. The forest was both ominous and it provided excellent coverage as we made our escape. It was only once we reached my ship did I realize how seriously I had miscaculated. Standing there at the enterance to my ship was a Sith, he had waited for us to run. Judging by the lightsaber in his hand I was guessing this wasn't another assassin, in fact his presence almost felt... familiar. "My master wants you dead," he said in a raspy whisper. "You killed his brother and have evaded him all this time, but no more. When he wants a job done he sends me." "Wow," I said "I didn't know Mr. fancypants had gotten a new apprentice. You know, since I killed the last four-" the last word coming out in a choke as the Force gripped me. He was strong, stronger than any of the others I had faced so far. I tried to reach out to the Force but a strange pressure blocked me. I turned to Peter, "R-run!" I choked. Peter got a steely look in his eye and reached for his lightsaber, as it hummed to life the Sith looked surprised. He looked back at me, "training your runt to be a hero already? Pathetic." With his other hand he carefully removed his cloak and exposed his own lightsaber. The two stalked in a circle, almost a perfect imitation of my own first encounter. All I got was a twitch of a notice before they were on each other. Peter moved with incredible skill, far more than I ever would have with a blade. Had I been able to use the Force I would have wiped the floor with this Sith, but that strange pressure barred me. So I watched enraptured at the duel before me. Both were fighting to kill, but although peter had incredible talent with the blade moving like a leopard through stances, the Sith had far more experience and fought dirty. Finally, Peter began to lose ground before finally he was disarmed, lightsaber flying off to the side. "Now that that's taken care of," the Sith turned back to me. "thank you for waiting like such a good boy, ready to die?" His lightsaber hummed as if in anticipation of shedding my blood. Slowly the Sith placed the red blade inches from my throat. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!" The scream came from Peter. Though beaten and disarmed he rushed at the Sith, but was pushed back by the Force. He repeated this two more times. "Peter," I said, " just go while you can. I'll always be with you." With those words the Sith began moving the blade closer to me and suddenly I felt a shift in Peter. I looked over and a bluish aura surrounded him as he looked daggers at the now concerned Sith. "Put my Master down." And with that warning Peter threw the full weight of the Force on the Sith, who himself couldn't stand a chance. Have you ever watched a flower bloom? Yeah well imagine that and you essentially get what happened to the Sith, needless to say it was bloody. Peter passed out from the strain. I carried Peter back to the clearing to let him rest, and there sitting was the Oracle, smiling knowingly. "You know," I said as peter slept, "I really hate your plans, at least tell me them before you take action next time." He just smiled wider. "You're welcome," he said. "No seriously,"I replied, "I'm never asking for your help with this crap again." "Eric?" Peter asked sleepily, "Where are we?" I knelt down and cupped his cheek, "We're safe now thanks to you. Can you feel the Force fully now?" He nodded his head. "Good, then this trip wasn't a complete disaster." Carefully Peter picked himself up and together we made our way back to the ship, just before leaving the clearing I flipped off the Oracle. "It was nice seeing you too Eric!" he called back. *************************************************************************************** Back on the ship we had a few hours to spare, so after slowly licking my way up Peters body to his throbbing penis and making him squirm and moan in pleasure, I decided to thank him properly. "Peter," I said softly, looking into his beautiful eyes. "I love you." His eyes teared up, "I love you too Eric. We'll always be with each other, that way we can both protect each other always." And with that we cuddled in closer with each other and fell asleep in one anothers arms. The End ****************************************************************************** *Note by Author: Hey guys sorry for the long delay but school is hell in college. Anyways, I got some of your emails and thank you for the support and ideas. If you liked it or hate dit feel free to email me at: Derhunterboi@gmail.com. I don't know when the next issue will come out, but I'll try to get on it ASAP. Thanks again!!!!!