In Honor of May the Fourth!
Lightsaber
The pieces sit patiently waiting before me scattered meticulously over a thin shroud. Ceremony. My knees ache from the pressure of my personage against the dense, well practiced stone beneath them all while the light flickers around me, the smell of tradition & ritual settling comfortably into my nostrils. I reach out hesitant, space & time pulse with gentle insistence the closer my fingers get to the heart of that which I aim to construct & suddenly, without warning my mind is flooded with visions; a cacophonous eruption of life, death, light, & darkness, the swirling eternity calling out to me through this one small object. It had called to me before, this crystal. From deep within the cavern of its origin I heard its soft ring beaconing me to come & lay claim to it. Despite its make the stone is warm to the touch, like the embrace of an old friend it sends familiarity coursing through my veins before nestling neatly into my bones. I pick it up, turning it over diligently in my hand before reaching over to retrieve its housing. Once it is fixed in place it sends out a tintinnabulation of joyous acceptance. I grab the remainder of the guard & continue my meticulous assembly. The metal is cold to the touch in contrast to that of its core but it still feels instantly recognizable like the still of a snow covered winter’s eve. Once my task is complete so too is the rite. I stand victorious & the light is extinguished from the room. Igniting the blade it shares its true color with me, a reflection of its now bonded wielder. I am one of them, one of the Jedi & The Force is strong with me.