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@rebekah12

You’re totally welcome! And Rupert sounds awesome!! I think he’ll get along very well with Rex — they both fight with two guns, they are both cool and calm (from what I’ve seen so far), and both are in charge of others’ lives 😀

I haven’t read The Ashtown Burials yet, but they are now in my mental book list 😉 I looked them up, and ooooo!

Also, that is the type of magic I’m interested in! Thanks for explaining!

AHSOKA TANO

My footsteps echo faintly off of the smooth marble floor, so shiny that I can almost see my reflection in it. I divert my eyes from the  tapestries on the walls, intent on not being distracted; but I do keep an eye out for any opening such as a vent or sky-light. I noticed beforehand that the ceiling is painted in faded frescos* depicting dancing people, frolicking beasts, and wild plants, which I found rather interesting and odd. Why paint this many ceilings? Taking note of everything, I feel that the air is slightly humid and that there is no draft whatsoever. It also smells sort of old and musty, eww . . .

I hum a jaunty shanty Anakin taught me, twirling my lightsaber hilts in my hands as boredom starts to take over my excitement. Every corridor is the same and I’ve been jogging for a while. . . Stopping at an intersection of three corridors, I tilt my head and listen for Harry and the clones. I can sense their presence not too far off, and continue on, bobbing my head to the tune. This is boring . . . As I go, however, I can’t help but notice that there are hardly any doors in the walls. It really is all the same. It’s just like the corridors keep weaving and turning and sprawling all over in odd directions with no apparent order at all. . . .

I pause, shocked. Then a frighting thought flashes across my mind:

Is this a labyrinth???

“Uggg!” I smack my forehead with a balled fist. “Seriously, Snips? You just walked right into this, didn’t you?” I throw my arms out in exasperation and moan. “Well, should I go back to warn the others, or find Harry before they get deeper into this mess?” I ask myself.

But can I even find my way back?

I clutch my lightsabers even tighter and look about as if the walls might shift on me. Taking a deep breath, I push out with the Force, and I can sense, a far ways back, the others. Good. Harry, Drep, and Shorty are not to far away, either, and —

My closed eyes flash open. I sense another presence. Immediately, I bolt down the corridor, fingers poised on the buttons to my blades. Again, I feel the rush of adrenaline, and it feels good. Flying around a corner, I nearly collide into the chest of a tall, dark-skinned man. Leaping backwards, I take on my battle-stance and prepare to click the buttons.

“Who are you?” I ask darkly.

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*Think Michelangelo!