WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?
Author's note: Okay, big author's note here! This is a POV fic but first I'm going to have to explain who the person in it is. It's a Star Wars fic (don't delete it yet! Wait!) . Rillao was tutored by Darth Vader early on and married a fellow human named Hethrir. She was a light side healer and could not be turned to the dark side, but when she became pregnant Vader had high hopes for turning the child to the dark side. Her husband was evil, and destroyed millions who lived on his home planet. Rillao was horrified and took herself and her unborn child into hiding. There's more to this jolly story but that's all you need to know. You don't have to read it but I was reading one of the novels and it made me write it. Don't sue.
What Am I Going To Do?
"I thought I knew him. My husband. Hethrir. The one who could make me do anything he wanted just by looking at me in a certain way. I was so in love with him. His baby. Our baby. My baby. What am I going to do on my own?
Of course, it would be easy to roll over and say all this was Darth Vader's fault. And indeed our Sith Lord did have a big part in destroying Hethrir's soul, but Hethrir was never the good person I thought he was. When I married him. It seems so long ago now. What am I going to do on my own?
Our planet - Firrerre - was beautiful. Of course I am biased, but I know of many who despise their homeworlds. Not I. My family lived there. Friends, acquaintances - peace loving people like myself. Jedi that are strong in the light side of the force. Mothers, fathers, sons, daughters. All dead. Our beautiful planet - dead. Like Hethrir. How can you live with
yourself? How can you go on knowing that you are dead inside?
I pray to the Force that I can come through this safely and that my child shall know no harm. I pray that he shall never end up in his father's hand. That man is dead to me and I will give my life to shield my child from him and be sure never to let the opportunity arise that Tigris - for that is what I will name him - should become a shell. Emotionally dead. Just a robot, really. One of Darth's toys, like his father. I will never let that happen. But if it does - what do I - what can I...?
I'm alone, now.
All alone.
What am I going to do?"
Author's note: Okay, big author's note here! This is a POV fic but first I'm going to have to explain who the person in it is. It's a Star Wars fic (don't delete it yet! Wait!) . Rillao was tutored by Darth Vader early on and married a fellow human named Hethrir. She was a light side healer and could not be turned to the dark side, but when she became pregnant Vader had high hopes for turning the child to the dark side. Her husband was evil, and destroyed millions who lived on his home planet. Rillao was horrified and took herself and her unborn child into hiding. There's more to this jolly story but that's all you need to know. You don't have to read it but I was reading one of the novels and it made me write it. Don't sue.
What Am I Going To Do?
"I thought I knew him. My husband. Hethrir. The one who could make me do anything he wanted just by looking at me in a certain way. I was so in love with him. His baby. Our baby. My baby. What am I going to do on my own?
Of course, it would be easy to roll over and say all this was Darth Vader's fault. And indeed our Sith Lord did have a big part in destroying Hethrir's soul, but Hethrir was never the good person I thought he was. When I married him. It seems so long ago now. What am I going to do on my own?
Our planet - Firrerre - was beautiful. Of course I am biased, but I know of many who despise their homeworlds. Not I. My family lived there. Friends, acquaintances - peace loving people like myself. Jedi that are strong in the light side of the force. Mothers, fathers, sons, daughters. All dead. Our beautiful planet - dead. Like Hethrir. How can you live with
yourself? How can you go on knowing that you are dead inside?
I pray to the Force that I can come through this safely and that my child shall know no harm. I pray that he shall never end up in his father's hand. That man is dead to me and I will give my life to shield my child from him and be sure never to let the opportunity arise that Tigris - for that is what I will name him - should become a shell. Emotionally dead. Just a robot, really. One of Darth's toys, like his father. I will never let that happen. But if it does - what do I - what can I...?
I'm alone, now.
All alone.
What am I going to do?"