The ways of the force

     "Open up in there, younglings. It's Santa Claus."     "No. You are not Santa." Sasha protested, "You are Vader, And we're not letting you in here."     "Open up." the voice continued, "Open up now."     Sasha ran through the corridors. Her dreams where getting more real every night.     She used to be a youngling, but now she was a padawan, under Mace Windu.     He used to throw things and stuff at her, which she cut up with her lightsaber. She didn't understand the meaning or the reason for this training, but Mace meant that it was necesarry for her refleces, so she continued to listen to him.     Now she was heading to the council-chamber. She knew that they had a meeting in there right now, and she had spesifically been told to not disturb them, but she just couldn't resist it. She had to do it.     Because of her dreams, making her uncomfortably. Making it hard to breath. Making her wanna hide....

      Vader     Dark and dangerous Sith-lord.     He's after you, and he's everywhere.     You have to run. Run for your life.     Because, if he catches you, you are dead, probarly.     You have to hide, very good.     Hide good, so that he dosen't sees you.     But there is no where to hide, no where to hide.     Vader is coming out of the dark shaddows, his red lightsaber-blade ignited. He is coming straight at you, at your hiding-place.     He sences your presence and knows you're there.     He is haunting after younglings. Seeking to destroy and slaughter every last one.     "There's no where to hide." he utters under his mask.     Sasha immediately awakes from the nightmare. Her whole body covered in sweat.     Scared, she turns on the light above her and looks around at the other sleeping younglings in the chamber.     She's af...