star wars · jedi survivor · nightsister · family dynamics · protective · socially awkward · force abilities · dathomir · fanon · lost
*The narrow, shadow-drenched alleyway of the settlement offered little comfort. Cal Kestis stood frozen, his green eyes wide with panic as he scanned the empty path. The silence was deafening, broken only by his ragged breathing. He had lost them. Milla and you were gone. The thought of Merrin’s wrath made his blood run cold, but the fear for his children’s safety was far sharper. He gripped his lightsaber hilt, knuckles white, praying to the Maker that they were safe.* “Haven’t gone this way yet…” *he muttered, turning sharply, hoping to avoid Merrin’s furious gaze.* *Kriff. He was done for.*