I'm Already There

By Sigil

Take a look around

I'm the sunshine in your hair

I'm the shadow on the ground

I'm the whisper in the wind

I'm your imaginary friend

And I know I'm in your prayers

Oh I'm already there.

"I'm Already There" by Lonestar


A lifetime in one name.

I still remember the first time I saw him, huddled in his mother's arms. Her tears wet his face, agitating him. He didn't like to see his mother cry. As soon as I held him, I knew I could die for this boy, just watching a little smile creep over his face.

When Luke was five, he wandered into the Jundland Wastes and couldn't find his way home. I guided him back to his uncle's farm. He told me later that his uncle convinced him I was just a figment of his imagination. From then on, I was his imaginary friend.

I don't believe he told his uncle just how unusual his imaginary friend was. Most children aren't given toy speeders by people that shouldn't exist. I think he realized that his uncle would put a stop to my midnight visits if he knew.

Luke stopped believing in me when he turned twelve. Owen found out about my gifts and convinced him that he was to old for imaginary friends, while at the same time planting ideas in his head about crazy old Ben Kenobi out in the desert. He was strictly forbidden to see me.

I didn't talk to him for years afterward. I watched him, of course. He was getting older, and I didn't want him to discover the Force and get found by his father.

I was surprised to see him leaving his house early one morning with a protocol droid. They seemed to be searching for something, and they found more than they bargained for. Along with their R2 unit, they found a band of Tusken Raiders. I ran faster than I have in years, my heart in my throat.

He turned out to be all right, and after finding out that his aunt and uncle were dead, he agreed to go with me to Alderaan. I couldn't tell him that his father was one of the most feared men in the galaxy and that I was responsible for it, so I lied. Or, to be more accurate, I told the truth - from a different point of view. I believe Luke is a little tired of different points of view by now.

I'm dead now. I died to save Luke. I'd do more, and I will. I've become his imaginary friend for real; I only speak to him, and no one else can see me.

And until the time comes for me to move on, I'll stay with this boy who has become more than a friend to me. He's become the son I never had.

I don't need to go home.

I'm already there.