Chapter 1)
Morning stirred me from my sleep as I awoke to the familiar sensation of Hux pecking at my face. I brushed his small green body away and groaned as I looked over at my clock. The small amount of sunlight that was allowed into my room was dancing along the walls surrounding my bed. The brightness irritated my eyes and I groaned. The small clock next to my bed reminded me that it was time to rise from my slumber and do the daily tasks.
"Another day hidden from the world Hux," I sighed whilst propping myself up onto my elbows my long hair tumbling down my sides. Hux blinked twice back at me. I'll never forget the day Mother Snoke brought Hux to me. He was just a small chameleon at the time as was I, in one form or another. He'd been with me for years; my only clue to what lay hidden outside my walls. Mother Snoke informed me that he'd come from a long way away, far away from the dangers of the immediate outside world. I should like to visit his old home someday, if I'm ever allowed.
Rising from my bed I stretched once before making the bed in the same way I had several hundred times before. I then proceeded to my wardrobe as if programmed and stopped for a brief few moments once I'd opened it. My eyes skimmed over the many robes and dresses inside. I appreciated the little variety there was in my life. A particular long black dress with red accents caught my eye and I grasped it feeling over the soft fabric in my fingers. I held it up to my exposed chest and glanced over to Hux. He was staring back at me blandly.
"What do you think? I'm feeling a little dark today," I questioned whilst posing for Hux. The chameleon blinked twice again before poking his tongue suspiciously. "I'll take that as a yes," I replied and changed quickly into the dress glaring at Hux when I caught him staring. A small sigh escaped my lips when I looked over my body in front of the mirror. I never particularly liked dresses but Mother Snoke insisted all the men wore them outside. My jet black hair contrasted deeply with my pale face. My jagged features looked odd against my soft hair that reached my waist. Mother Snoke never let me cut it. She told me that if I did it, it would grow back coarse, rough and irritating. I shuddered at the thought.
"What should we do today?" I questioned to Hux as my feet padded over to my bed.
Hux's tongue emerged before retreating back quickly into his mouth.
"Painting? Sounds good to me" I laughed to myself quietly and reached into my drawers. My hands filled with painting supplies I step over to a nearby wall. The entirety of my room was surrounded by walls with one door which lead to a bathroom. A window stood lonely allowing light to pass through the wall. The walls joined up together in the ceiling making my room a circular dome shape. Beams lined the upper part of my room enabling me to climb up and paint around the room. I had filled the whole ceiling with swirls which resembling galaxies as I had seen in my books and small splats of paint to represent the stars. This room was my life and the paints allowed me to personalise it to my liking.
I began to work on a section of the wall with my paintbrush tracing swirls over feint lines I had pencilled in previously. Mother Snoke would be here soon to visit me and I wanted to ensure I had something to show her and talk about during her visit.