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It was going to be some time before Toriel and Frisk would arrive on Couracant, and Frisk was impatient and bored. They didn’t want to wait to be back home at the Temple, so Frisk got out their sketchbook and began to doodle little hearts all on one page. “That looks good,” came a voice from over Frisk’s shoulder.
Frisk was surprised to say the least as they quickly spun around. The voice did not belong to their master, Toriel nor any of the clones, instead it belonged to a ghost. The ghost of another padawan, “thank you,” Frisk said to the ghost, then they titled their head in confusion, “I’m sorry, who are you?”
The ghost smiled at the padawan, “I am Chara,” they greeted Frisk. “I too was a padawan, like you are now, and also had Toriel as my master.”
Frisk seemed even more confused, “mom, I mean, Master Toriel never told me she had another padawan.”
Chara bowed their head in sorrow, “yes, she wouldn’t, perhaps I bring back memories…”
“Bad memories?” inquired Frisk. Chara nodded. “Bad how?”
“I am dead,” Chara replied with a quiet voice. “I was killed on a mission, having been reckless,” they looked off into the distance. “I should have listened to mother…”
“Hey being dead isn’t your fault!” Frisk told them. The two padawans sat in silence, Frisk continuing with their doodles, before they asked Chara, “what’s being one with the force like?”
Chara was taken aback by that question and thought about it for a long moment, “it is...strange. I can feel all that is happening, but at times I cannot. This war...something about it is...dark, and not just as in the sense that it is war.” They shook their head, “nevermind, that is not what you asked. Being one with the force is strange, they never teach you about it.”
Frisk sat listening with intense curiosity, “in what way is the war dark?”
Chara considered it for a moment before telling their padawan friend, “well-” At that moment the door to the room opened and a tall togruta Jedi Master entered and Chara vanished from the air.
“Who were you talking to, my padawan?” asked Toriel.
“Ch-” Frisk began before turning around and seeing that their ghostly friend had vanished. “Just a friend,” they replied instead.
“Oh, well I came to inform you that we have arrived.”
Frisk grinned widely, “yay! We’re home!”
As master and padawan left the room the ghost watched with a small saddened smile, “farewell Frisk, mother.”