Prismatic Visions

Valos sat in meditation on the edge of the amphitheater. He could feel the residual Force patterns flowing throughout the structure from the gatherings of thousands of adherents decades previous. Joy and Happiness, Pain and Fear, both Light and Dark flowed though this structure. Its numerous Pillars and Antechambers acting as channels and eddies for the flows of the Force. Valos had walked many miles throughout this old structure. He had meditated in alcoves seething in the Dark side of the Force. He had walked in flows of the Light side between pillars. He had let it all flow through him. Two sides of one great coin. And now he was realizing that his time here was coming to an end.
Visions had begun to spring in his mind. Terrible memories of his past, and cloudy unrealized portents of the future had penetrated his dreams and his waking reality. Something great, terrible, or both was approaching. He could feel the Force swirling around him as if he were the center of a great whirlpool drawing everything to him. He did not like this feeling. He had escaped it once before, only to be captured by the new Imperial Regime and thrown into one of their internment camps. They accused him of being a Jedi sympathizer, a traitor to the Empire, and sentenced to life in the salt mines of the repugnant planet he was interred on. Chance would have it that in the end, he would be rescued by a Jedi. At least he thought so. She had wielded a lightsaber with skill and a violence he had only witnessed on his home planet of Dathomir. She had set him free, but he never saw her again. He hoped that, one day, he would be given the chance to thank her once again. Tarla was her name.
 
"If the Force wills it, it shall be."
 
Valos stood up and faced the setting sun. He held a crystal to its light and it refracted into many different colors at his feet. Motes of light danced on the ground as he spun the crystal in his fingers. The time was almost nigh. A cloudy vision was becoming clearer. Turning to the horizon, he saw a speeder approaching.
 
"Time for tea." he mused and turned to his tent to prepare for his new companions.