POV: Per Te Vivebo
The first thing he felt was nothing. No heartbeat. No breath. No sound. Just a ringing, endless quiet that seemed to stretch beyond death itself.
Then came the cold, a low, dry wind brushing against his skin, coarse as powdered glass. When he opened his eyes, the universe blinked awake around him: a barren desert of silver dunes beneath two pale moons.
For a long time, he lay there, staring at the strange sky. The stars above weren't right. They were too many, burning with a sharp, crystalline brilliance, like shards of broken time. He didn't know the constellations, but the ache in his chest told him something fundamental: this wasn't Earth or at least not his Earth.
He sat up, breath ragged. His body felt heavier, stronger, even. Broad shoulders. Thicker hands. The faint hum of energy crawling beneath his skin like static electricity. His reflection shimmered in the sand's mirrored surface: the face of a man in his mid-thirties, sharp-eyed, streaks of silver in his beard, his build powerful and sure.
He didn't recognize the face, but the mind inside it was his, every memory intact, every detail precise.
His name. His life. The accident. And everything he had ever loved. Star Wars.Harry Potter. Two worlds he'd obsessed over since childhood, stories of destiny, of choice, of magic and power.
He laughed once, hollowly, into the desert night.
"Where the hell am I?!"He looked up at the sky. "Why am I even here?"
No answer. Just the wind rustling.
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He walked until his legs trembled. The horizon never changed, only dunes, and a faint aurora crawling across the distant sky.
He spoke aloud just to hear a human voice. "Okay, think. This isn't Tatooine, not enough heat. Not Jedha, no ruins. Could be-...."He stopped himself, realizing how absurd it was to catalogue fictional planets like they were travel destinations. But the act steadied him.
That night, he built a fire with the small survival instinct that remained. The wood burned strangely blue, releasing sparks that floated instead of fell, like tiny lightsabers flickering in miniature. He reached out to one and felt it hum against his palm, alive with an invisible vibration.
And something inside him hummed back.
He froze. Then whispered, almost involuntarily:
"The Force…"
The spark pulsed once, as if in response.
His hand trembled. He focused, remembering every scene, every line of dialogue ever spoken about the Force, "an energy field that binds the galaxy together." He closed his eyes, reaching inward.
For a moment, he touched it. Not as an idea, but as a presence. The desert breathed with him.
When he opened his eyes, tears fell from his eyes, he was crying, not from fear, but from the meaning of it. He reached for a stick, pointed it toward the dark, and murmured softly, almost shyly:
"Lumos."
Light flared. A steady, silvery glow at the tip of the stick.
"HAHAHAHAHA"
He laughed loudly until his throat burned.
"Okay," he whispered, "I've either officially lost my mind… or rewritten physics."
But deep down, inside him, something shifted. An idea bore in his mind, a what if, a possibility. If he could blend magic and the Force, maybe they weren't opposites at all. Maybe they were the same song, played in different keys.
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He wandered the desert for days, counting stars, cataloguing terrain, testing boundaries of the strange new power humming in him. When thirst and exhaustion gnawed at his mind, he used Aguamenti and Incendio, each time feeling the dual pulse of spellwork and Force intertwined.
He wrote notes in the sand, equations, sigils, trying to anchor the discovery in something tangible. And each night, as the twin moons crossed paths above, he whispered the same thought:
"This galaxy… it doesn't have to end the way I remember."
He could still see the faces from the films, Anakin's eyes turning gold, Obi-Wan's grief, the endless repetition of Jedi versus Sith, all trapped in a cycle of extremes. He thought of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, Harry and Voldemort, the same tragedy in another world.
Maybe, he thought, that's why I'm here.
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POV: (Old Droid Observer)
Far from the dunes, across a shallow ravine of crystal and sand, a pair of glowing photoreceptors watched the lone human figure through the shimmering heat. The droid's recording sensors whirred softly as it magnified the image.
"Organic anomaly detected," it intoned in binary. "Heat signature: unstable. Energy field resonance: unclassified."
Its joints creaked as it rose from its half-buried resting place, sand falling from its rusted frame. The droid, once a survey model from a forgotten mining expedition, tilted its head. The human below stood amidst the desert, holding a stick that radiated a faint, inexplicable light.
"Unknown technology," the droid logged. "Unknown phenomenon. Directive: observe."
It began to follow.
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POV: Per Te Vivebo
By the sixth day, he found a canyon.
It was like stumbling into the lungs of the world. Walls of luminous crystal thrummed with a sound too low to hear but impossible to ignore, a constant, vibrating hum. He knew it instantly.
Kyber.
He knelt, pressing his palm to the canyon floor. The resonance surged through him like the breath of a living being. The Force flooded his mind with flashes: ancient battles, temple ruins, starfire reflected on blades of light.
And amid the visions, something else. A tree, enormous and glowing, its roots spreading through stars. He didn't understand it, but it felt important.
When the vision faded, he whispered:
"You're showing me where to go, aren't you?"
A breeze answered. The canyon lights brightened. The Force felt almost amused, as if saying, finally, you're listening.
He smiled. "Alright then. Let's see how deep the rabbit hole goes."
A new world requires a new name. It came to him while he stood beneath the twin moons, staring at the vastness of the canyon.
He thought of every person he'd ever known who'd reached for something greater and fallen short. Every hero and villain. Every broken child and lost cause. He thought of the promise implicit in every story: that meaning doesn't die with its teller.
"Per Te Vivebo." meaning that I Will Live Through You.
The wind carried the words into the canyon, echoing them back, not in his voice, but in countless others, as if the Force itself was repeating them.
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In the canyon's shadow, the old droid crept closer, still recording. The light from the crystals reflected off its corroded plating as it leaned over the ridge. Its scanners flared red for an instant.
"Identification: none. Signal pattern inconsistent with known species. Directive update: follow and protect."
For the first time in centuries, its circuits pulsed with purpose.
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He camped beside the Kyber pool that night. The desert wind had died, leaving only the whisper of energy flowing through the crystals. He stared into the glowing canyon and felt, for the first time, that he wasn't so lost anymore.
He murmured into the night:
"If I can merge the Force with magic… maybe I can change what happens next. Maybe no one has to become Vader."
The air shimmered faintly, like a candle flickering in answer. He smiled and leaned back, the desert sky spilling its stars above him.
He didn't know that, a few hundred meters away, a droid stood watch, its photoreceptors gleaming faint blue. Nor that, far beyond even the canyon's horizon, the faintest tremor of his presence had already brushed against ancient minds, Jedi seers who woke screaming in their temples, Sith oracles whispering of a sorcerer beyond light and dark.
What he did know was this: This journey of his had just begun. And the galaxy would never be the same.