Saturday. Usually my friends and I go and hang out at the mall, maybe catch a movie, grab some lunch, just regular teenage girl stuff. When my mom told me I had to help my cousin Eric clean out my Great-Aunt Miriam's attic, I nearly blew it. Cleaned probably once since she bought the house, organizing her attic is a task worthy of Hercules' twelve labors. Begging did nothing to help my case. Around 9:30, my mom, who seemed much too cheerful as she sent me off to "prison", woke me up so she could drop me off at Great-Aunt Miriam's home. Because she had errands to run, my mom just dropped me off out front and left.

I looked up at the monstrous mansion, took a deep breath, and banged on the front door. "Aunt Miriam!," I called. My heart was thumping.I hated her house, it terrified me. When I was younger, I always got lost in all the corridors and hallways. When I was nine, I got lost. I remember that I couldn't find my way out. I sat there for a while, and thinking I would never see my family agin, I started to cry. Huge, rolling wet tears. Soon, my twelve year old cousin, Eric, found me. He picked me up and carried me back to my mom and dad. The whole ordeal was terrifying, so After that, I always made up some sort of excuse not to come over. But now, at sixteen, I was back at Great-Aunt Miriam's maze house. The only reason I hadn't put up to much of a fuss was because Eric was coming. I hadn't seen him for awhile. I really missed him. He was like an older brother to me.

I banged on the door again. "Aunt Miriam!," I bellowed through the door. It opened, revealing... Eric.

Standing in the doorway in jeans and a plain red t-shirt, mt favorite cousin never looked happier to see me. "Carrie!" He grabbed me up into a bear hug and swung my tiny frame around in a circle.

"Eric!," I laughed.

He set me down and looked me over. " Carrie, you've gotten so big! I haven't seen you in so long!" He smiled so broadly I thought his face would tear.

"I'm not the only one whose grown up." And it was true. Last time I saw my cousin, he was just this scrawny little fourteen year old. Now he was this huge, muscular, eighteen year old. He had grown out his shiny black hair and now it flopped down into his sea-green eyes.

" Eric!," a high-pitched voice screeched from inside. "Whose that!"

Eric winced. "Its Carrie, Aunt Miriam!" He turned to me. "Lets go start working on the attic."

The attic was a disaster zone. There were several old chests and boxes lying around everywhere with there contents spilled out. There was broken glass all over the floor and dust bunnies the size of my head. Overall, it looked like no one had been up here for eighty years or so. We got started on cleaning. After a couple hours of work, I found a small box. It looked like a ring box. I opened it and gasped.

Inside was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. It had a rose gold band and several sparkling fluorescent diamonds that seemed to change color as I stared at it. At first I thought it was red, then green, and now blue. I put it on.

"Eric, what do you think? Who knows how much this is worth?" I turned my hand over, admiring how it looked on my small hand.

Suddenly, a wind started to blow, picking up the dust bunnies into a dusty tornado. "Eric? Whats happening?" Eric climbed over aunt Miriam's junk and held me close.

"What's going on?." Although he was yelling, I could barely hear him. I tried to reply, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I started gagging on dust. I had a crazy thought. I looked down at the beautiful ring, that now looked purple, and tried to pull it off. It was stuck in place. Eric and I were swept up into the air. An invisible force shoved us through the window and straight up into the air. On the way up, I lost my sweatshirt. My auburn hair was torn out of its braid and started whipping around in my face. I couldn't see Eric because of my newfound "hair issue", but I could feel his arms tight around my waist, keeping us from flying apart. We shot up past the clouds and atmosphere.

Suddenly, everything went black.

I woke up a few hours later on a pile of trash. Eric was next to me. He had a jagged cut across his scalp.

"Oh my gosh, Eric! Please be okay," I gently lifted his head and parted his jet black hair. The cut wasn't as bad as I thought, more blood than actual wound. I sighed in relief, and then everything that happened came back to me. I jumped up. Looking up, I saw thousands of buildings towering up around me. It looked almost like New York City. I looked around and realized we were on a platform over open space. Several people were walking past us. I ran up to one woman and tapped on her shoulder.

" Excuse me, but where am I?" I asked politely.

She turned, nearly stopping my heart. The "woman" had blue skin and two long green tentacles instead of hair. She had black eyes that, when she blinked, closed from the sides. I did the only thing that seemed sensible at the moment.

I screamed. I was so loud, I attracted the attention of everyone on the street. I screamed so long that I ran out of breath so I promptly fainted.

This time, I woke up in what I guessed was a hospital. I sat up and looked around. There was a desk with paperwork on it, a glass of water, and a plate of food. The door opened. I sighed in relief, seeing that the person was human. The girl that walked in looked about twenty or so. She had on a flowing brown robe and her reddish hair was cropped into a pixie cut.

" Hi there. I see your up now. I'm Zahara Den. Whats your name?" She smiled as if this was all perfectly normal.

" Where is Eric?' I growled. The woman didn't even blink.

" You mean the young man you were with? He's fine. We're taking care of him." She smiled as if everything was all right. " Now I need your name and what sector your from so we can get you back to your family."

Hold on. Sector? When I was twelve, Eric insisted I see this old movie series with him. It was all about these people with super powers and laser swords. Everyone was fighting against an Empire. "Wait, what is this place called? Whose the authority?" Please be wrong, I prayed. Please be wrong...

"You're on Coruscant. As for authority, Chancellor Palpatine's in charge." Zahara looked at me with concern. "Are you all right? You look like your going to be sick."

I looked at the open door. I counted to three then bolted. I ran around, opening doors, looking for Eric. I could hear yelling behind me. I opened the last door in the hall and sighed in relief. This was Eric's room. He was yelling at someone.

"-you're lying!" He was shouting at the young man next to him. Suddenly, Eric saw me. "Carrie!" I ran to him and he pushed me behind him, blocking me from the man he was speaking too. Zahara ran in.

"Skywalker. Sorry to intrude." She gave a little bow to the young man.

" Its fine, Zahara, " He turned, his sharp blue eyes looking critically into my own. " I'll finish up here, you can go." Zahara gave me the stink eye and left. "Now, where were we?"

"Get out!" I couldn't control myself. " Leave us alone! None of this is real. This whole thing is some sort of nightmare! This is just a trick! Who are you?!"

" Anakin Skywalker" The man pushed his golden hair away from his eyes. " Now tell me who you are."

My jaw dropped. I turned to Eric. " Your the expert. Please tell me this is a nightmare. There is no way we are on Coruscant. No. Way." I pointed at "Anakin." " And there is no way that is Anakin Skywalker!" My voice was getting shrill. " Eric. What is going on!"

My cousin grabbed my shoulders and shook me slightly. "Carrie. Get a hold of yourself. I think he is telling the truth. Remember how weird everything was?"

"You're right." I suddenly remembered everything that happened in the movies. I turned to Anakin. " This is going to sound crazy. But we are from the future and this guy named George Lucas knows everything that happened to you. People wrote books and made movies about your family. Please listen. I need to see the Jedi council."

Sure. I'm supposed to report weird activity there anyway, and I'm pretty sure this qualifies." Anakin says.

An hour later, Eric and I are standing in front of the Jedi council while Anakin explains what happened. My jaw dropped when I first came in. Oh my gosh. Thats Yoda! And Obi-Wan! And Mace Windu! Anakin finished, and now its Eric and I. Eric explains what happened to us, how we were cleaning out our Great-Aunt's attic and I found the ring. Finally, it s my turn.

"This is going to sound absolutely crazy, but I know for certain who the Sith lord is." I began.

"What? "

"Who"

"That's impossible!"

"Be quiet!" I screamed, immediately regretting it. All the Masters looked at me in shock. ' Um, sorry. I need to continue." I took a deep breath. " Tell me whats happening. Did Anakin and Obi-Wan rescue Palpatine from General Grievous yet?"

"Yes" Obi Wan stroked his beard thoughtfully. "We did."

"Anakin," I said turning to him. " Did you have a nightmare about someone dear to you dying?" A senator, perhaps?"

Anakin froze. " How did you know about that?" he almost whispered.

I looked at him sympathetically. "I know more about you but than anyone else. I know about the Tusken raiders. I know about Naboo. I know about Padme." As he stared in shock at my words, I turned to Eric. " Do you still have your phone?"

Half an hour later, We were all watching the story of Anakin's life. Anakin and Eric had managed to set up a holographic movie theater. Eric had the entire Star Wars series on his phone, so it was easy for them to upload it to a holocube projector. I watched the Masters reactions to the different events.

Obi-Wan groaned when Anakin flirted with Padme. Windu sighed when Anakin killed Count Dooku. Yoda looked down when Anakin sliced off Mace Windu's hand, helping Palpatine defeat him. Tears filled Anakin's handsome face as he saw himself turn to the dark side. Despair flooded his face as he killed younglings, choked Padme, and tried to murder Obi-Wan. When we got to Padme's death and the birth of Darth Vader, he stood up.

"I think we have seen enough," Anakin said stiffly. Another tear slid down his cheek as he stood up and left.

Yoda sighed. " Painful, this is to Skywalker. Harsh is the truth of his actions."

"Palpatine will be brought to justice. But first, we must show this to the Senate." Master Windu said darkly. "He will stand trial against a new, stronger chancellor. And he will not escape."

I sighed in relief. " Thats great, but I really need to get back with Eric. We need to go home."

"Hmm. Right, you are. Home you must go." Yoda pronounced.

Windu looked at my hand. "Where did you get that ring? He asked.

I looked at the ring. " I found it in my Great-Aunt's attic. When I put it on, it transported us here."

"That gem is a glitterstim gem. It attracts the Force into a tight bubble around the wearer. It can do different things depending on how much. And that is a lot of glitterstim." Mace Windu said. "Since you helped us find the Sith lord, you can have it. So you can travel in between realms. It should be able to get you home. Just whisper your desired destination into it, and it will begin to work its magic."

I grabbed Eric's hand, and he held me close. "It was great meeting you all," I called to everyone.

"Yeah, it was. Believe me. We will be back to visit." Eric said.

"Home," I whispered into the glitterstim ring. The wind started to blow, and Eric and I were lifted off the ground and thrown into the sky. For the second time that day, everything went black.

I woke up this time on a pile of old drapes and broken glass. "Ow," I muttered as I sat up.

"Carrie, I just had the weirdest dream ever," Eric said, sitting up too. "We were on Coruscant and-" He looked at me, then down at my new ring. "It wasn't a dream, was it?"

"No, it wasn't. And I have a feeling we will be using this thing a lot," I said pointing at the ring.

"Eric!," a shrill voice screeched from downstairs.

We looked at each other and started laughing. "Eric!," I mimicked, making both of us laugh even harder.

"Coming Aunt Miriam!" my cousin finally yelled back. We ran downstairs still giggling, to help our Great-Aunt.

Our adventures were only beginning.