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Mirrors of the Force. Part 10 by barbarasobczynska Mirrors of the Force. Part 10 by barbarasobczynska
an illustration to the tenth(and the last) part of the "Mirrors of the Force" story, a very unique StarWars fanfiction written by my dear friend Sebastian :iconcharonferryman:
this part happens long years later, and here the grown-up Laar is remiscing the events that took place in her and other characters' past,
(to comment and +fav on the literary aspects of our collaboration - please leave comments under Sebastian's submission of the part of the story itself:nod: :spotlight-left: [link] :spotlight-right:)
thank you for reading and watching illustrations for those of you who followed "The Mirrors of the Force" and in advance to those of you who will do it in the future, may the Force be with you:jedi:!


Sebastian Buchner

Mirrors of the Force
Part X

You start out thinking that time is something that always passes the same way. A minute is always a minute, an hour always and hour. Time is a river and a day, you reason, can never be anything but a day.
How wrong you are. Days have passed since Iason…died…took over the ship, I do not know what he did. Days have passed but they feel more like years or eternities. Ages in their own right, filled with events and struggles and joys and at the end of it, your senses worked to a breaking point in trying to take all of this in, there stands death. But no, it is simply sleep, death’s younger brother, who delivers you to another age. Another eternity. I have become old, but how can one become old in a day or two?
Time is a still puddle filled with eddies and currents.
Trying to piece together how the ghost brother and I reached the sphere at the center of the ship I always find myself dissolving in giggling incredulity. To tell it…that’s a story even I would not believe and it has happened to me. How could I have known that the ship is controlled that way? So much pain and agony…but does that change the way I look at the ship, the place I had already called my former home? Perhaps. But this I must leave for later.
We rode the transporter and I was riveted, fascinated by the speed of our passage, by the unknown mental and intellectual abilities that the mind map opened up to me. It was clear, suddenly it was clear, why the ship had been built and why it had been sent off into space. Cynics and optimists had mingled to create their utopia, had separated it from homeworlds that sunk into chaos and warfare and had installed a simpler society than the one they had lost all hope in. They had dreamed of a new beginning. And for the first time I was aware that I was a descendant of these people. That I carried their dream inside of me. That I was about to be carried, myself, by that very dream far away from the ship.
Every movement of my thoughts was mirrored by a movement of the transporter. It was such a blissful synchronicity. A new corridor opened up before my eyes and a new corridor opened up before my thoughts. I knew were coming closer to the sphere and I knew that we would enter it. But how? I still don’t know that.
I’m sure it has happened to you that your thoughts were, for a minute or two, simply turned off and that you were left with nothing but the world around you. For me it was the other way round. The world that surrounded me was turned off and all that counted was the world of my thoughts. I know I was thinking that to enter the sphere was to enter the absolute core of my being, whatever that may mean. And the next moment we were inside and I saw all those withered and twisted faces and I saw Ti and I saw Iason who looked like he had been split in half. I ran over to them, held Iason by the shoulders. Ti’s face was so filled with shock and pain that I started to cry immediately.
We did the only thing we could. We did what he asked of us. We put him next to the woman that Ti called her sister and we left the sphere, drifting across empty space and immeasurable cold without oxygen, without suits, without losing our lives.
What happened in those old, short days? What happened just after Iason…left? The ship began to move. We saw it when sunlight came through windows that had previously been only dark and star-filled. Hostilities ceased. Some people had to be killed to establish order. Ti’s two sisters, Ro and Xza, killed themselves soon after. It was said that the voices inside their heads drove them insane. Ti, who never spoke much, stopped speaking entirely. The only thing she told me after Iason’s choice was that she could hear him, if she allowed the voices in her head to speak and that his voice was the only reason why she did not share her sisters’ fate. She is very weak now, barely more than a skeleton. She lives in the spirit place near the sphere amidst carvings and carpets and primitive patterns and I think she visits the sphere or tries to visit it. I bring her food and care. My children have started thinking of her as their aunt and I do not correct them. They come with me and spend time with their aunt. Some days she seems truly happy.
There is one thing that I do not like to speak about. I killed Jerek. It happened when I was examining the shuttles for the first time. The ghost brother was still with me at that time. Jerek came as I was climbing into one of the shuttles and he fired his gun at me. He hit me in the shoulder and the memory of him brings back that particular pain. The ghost brother helped me trick him. I took his gun from him and I shot him.
Later the ghost brother went away. I do not know how and why. Lug, my oldest kid, still met him. Something in Lug’s eyes reminds me of him, strangely enough. My ghost brother, who showed me the map…
My plan to leave the ship, to take up the dream that lived inside of me…that plan failed. There was no fuel for the shuttles and no way to make it. It took me long days of frustration before I understood that it was a blessing and that, had I boarded such a shuttle, I would have starved in a few weeks time. There is no habitable planet in five hundred years diameter from where we drifted. We have scientists now and astronomers and we have rediscovered many techniques and tools that our ancestors knew and we rebuild them, improve them and put them to use. They have found that out. They also found out, through vast and inexplicable star charts, that we are steering for the closest habitable planet. We all think that we…our offsprings…will settle there.
I have a family now. A husband and three children. Sometimes, in certain moods, I can see how my dream leaves me to live inside of Talha, my youngest daughter. It will take several generations until that dream, the dream of living on earth and under sky, can be fulfilled and I need to put trust into my children and their children and their children’s children that one day that dream will be fulfilled.
I have developed a foolish habit. If I were old I would understand but I am not yet old. When I use the computers of the ship, I imagine that I am talking to Iason. I imagine that it is him who is steering the ship and that when I touch metal, what I touch in fact is flesh. I talk tenderly to the ship sometimes…some other times I read the Do Ro M stories that my grandparents wrote to my children and I remember standing in front of a newly awakened man and how afraid I was of him then. He never got to read the stories. I’m a foolish woman. I imagine the lights on the computer change according to my voice when I read them…I’m a foolish woman and the days move too fast for my liking…


part I [link]
part II [link]
part III [link]
part IV [link]
part V [link]
part VI [link]
part VII [link]
PartVIII [link]
Part IX [link]
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Lithionn Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2013
I hope the story starts with part IV : )
halogirl237 Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012  Student Digital Artist
so beautiful, the writing and the artwork. Such a powerful emotion in these pieces, great job
GoblinQueeen Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2009
I love the texture in here, so alive :)
hell-on-a-stick Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2009  Professional Writer
your figures and perspectives are becoming more and more real and centered. they are createing a life for themselves and a movement....good. very good.
Pink-Pony Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2009  Hobbyist Photographer
great illustration!
jfkpaint Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2009
I keep getting an old Russian Folk art feel. Not sure why. Tried reading the segment but couldn't make it though. Are they all sad?
peltipurkki Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2009
Such a lovely illustration. Just can't describe it well enough. It's like some strange mixture of Star Wars and Rudolf Koivu (this one Finnish illustrator, which artwork I find particularly interesting)
inObrAS Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2009
Wonderful work! :clap:
white-porcelain Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2009
This is absolutely amazing. One of your best I would say. So much emotion in it, complex emotion too. And I love the "saintly" figure on the left - there is a sort of sad wisdom in her.
barbarasobczynska Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2009  Professional General Artist
thank you, lovely girl:smooch:
staatsf Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2009
beautiful Basia!
TokyoGo-Go Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2009  Hobbyist
I love the figure of the standing boy in the middle of the picture.
Vincent7995 Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009
Dim lighting with saturated colors create a great atmosphere. The detail of the outfits and the elongated figures makes everything seem so serious. The patterns draw the eye inward in such a captivating way. This is certainly some of your best.
KelliRoos Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009  Professional Traditional Artist
So lovely and touching, beautiful as usual. :-)
Sleetwealth Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009  Professional Traditional Artist
Your illustrations are always so magical and noble! I like thier blue skins and that they are looking at us. The embroidery of white designs is so pretty and the charming patchwork on the floor:)
irethkalt Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009  Professional Traditional Artist
Your illustrations become more and more beautiful. I can't put it all into words. And it's not a surface beauty. There's a deepness, and in this there's pain like it's remembered from long ago. I haven't read all of the story yet, but from your illustrations comes so much.
barbarasobczynska Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009  Professional General Artist
oh :floating::bow:, thank you so much for those words, lovely!:rose:
irethkalt Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2009  Professional Traditional Artist
you're welcome, you are such an inspiration :heart:
charonferryman Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009  Student Photographer
This is a very beautiful illustration, almost a painting in itself...there's something almost religious about it, strangely enough, Ti looks very much like a female saint in her abode with proud sadness on her face.

Laar looks wiser and beautiful herself...and the children are absolutely great :D I like the oldest, Lug, who does look a little like the Azad boy (and you were correct with your assumption concerning him :shh: something for a possible sequel ;)), and sweet Talha, and the puckish looking boy who comforts Ti...he does seem a little familiar...:sherlock:

Anyway, this is a wonderful illustration, a little unexpected in its peacefulness, but all the better for it :) It makes me feel a little sad that from now on I won't be recieveing some gorgeous artwork every week or so, but thank you very much for all those illustrations that you did. :hug: I hope you enjoyed doing them and enjoyed exploring the world (which isn't quite Star Wars, or if it is then hopefully only the good and interesting parts ;)) with me :) Seeing the children on this image I can't help but think that one day I'll write their story...
barbarasobczynska Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009  Professional General Artist
oh,yes,i've also noticed Ti seems to go for some sainthood in this illustration and the previous one:omg:,where she looks so Pietaish:giggle:,not to mention blue and red robes are typical attributes of Saint Mary in Christian iconography:paranoid:
oh,thank you for writing the story and letting me illustrate it:manhug:of course i enjoyed it:) (oh,but what makes you think the middle kid looks familiar:? does he resemble anybody particular,'cause myself i have no clue,i didn't use any photo references to draw any similarity to anyone in this case would be absolutely unintentional:slow:?)
charonferryman Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2009  Student Photographer
I'm not sure, but the puckish, mischievous face reminded me of someone...anyway, I liked him instantly :D
Saint Ti...and her resting place looks like some hermit's place, just the little alcove for a bed and people who bring her gifts...maybe I'll make her a saint in the sequel ;)
zedka Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009   Photographer
... And you managed to put some more white dots ! nice one once again !
barbarasobczynska Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009  Professional General Artist
thank you:bow:, and yes,i'm an incurable addict of putting white dots everywhere it seems:crazy:
experimentchocolate Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009
Beautiful coloring. It's so soft. :)
barbarasobczynska Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009  Professional General Artist
oh,thank you:smooch::milk::rose:
j-friLLyROtt Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009
so beautifulll

i was wondering tho, how you managed to make those white parts stand out : o is it just white watercolor? * 0 *
barbarasobczynska Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009  Professional General Artist
oh,here actually the white parts were done mainly with white ink and white marker:nod:,but,yes,you're right,i do use white watercolour sometimes,which is a kind of contradictory,'cause you're not supposed to use white while painting with watercolours or it practically ceases to be a classic,as watercolours kind of require using the paper-colour for white parts,but since i'm more of a drawer than of a watercolourist myself, i hardly ever paint pure-classic-watercolours^^;
Shamziel Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009
Oh... even though I know nothing of the story this picture is utterly beautiful. And what I am reading here has a kind of frankness and sadness and hope that I find very honest. Much like the picture itself. I hope you both are proud.

The patterns on this, and the expressions and poses, are lovely.

barbarasobczynska Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009  Professional General Artist
you're right,there is supposed to be some sadness and some hope in this illustration, thank you very much for your words:smooch:
Shamziel Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2009
Of course! You've earned the praise. :heart:
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