OFF: This is my first Star Wars fanfic. I hope its written well for everyone. I am not an expert in Star Wars, so I could of made a few mistakes, and forgive me if I have. I wrote this mainly because Palpatine is my favorite character in the Star Wars movies, and sadly I don't see to many Palpatine fanfics, especially for romance, lol, which I understand. Not many find him attractive. But for some odd reason I do. Well here is the story, and please leave a review so I know you want more.
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"My dear Amelia. I wish things could be different, but you were meant for a different life than with me", whispered the mother of the child she carried in her arms. The mother's blue eyes were wet with tears from her sadness. She did not want to give her daughter up, but she had to save little Amelia. If she chose to keep her, the Jedi would be able to find Amelia more easily, and destroy her before the prophecy came true.
The Prophecy says one with the power of healing, and dark healing will destroy the Jedi. A female.
Months after that prophecy came out Amelia was born, and with her came this power. She could possibly be the one to destroy the Jedi. Her mother didn't know, but what she did know is she didn't want her daughter to die. Not before she had a chance to live a full life. So instead Amelia would be placed before the steps of an orphanege, and her mother would disappear. No one would know who Amelia was related to, and her life would not be in danger.
"Sleep well my Amelia, and may you grow up happy, and with no ill thoughts of your mother. I did only what was needed".
The mother placed Amelia on the steps covered in a soft blanket with the babies name on it so she would still keep her name hopefully, and quickly pressed a button to alert those inside the orphanege, and then she ran as fast as she could. She didn't know what would become of her. She could possibly be found, and killed for releasing the destroyer of the Jedi out in the world. But at least Amelia would be alive.
Twenty years later...
Senator Palpatine stared out the window of his office, his clear blue eyes were focused on everyone that was within his vision. He looked to be a kindly older man who would help anyone in need, and someone you could come with for your problems. He was good at helping with problems, but what would you give up to let him know your problems? He sighed, and lowered his eyes.
Patience. I must have patience, or what I see for the future will never happen.
Palpatine turned from the window, and walked slowly away as his long robe brushed across the floor. He knew how everyone saw him most of the time, as an older man with no physical strength, and one who would need protecting if he got attacked. But they never said it to his face. He was not weak as they believed, but unfortountly he had to pretend he was so no one would suspect who he really was. At least he was able to keep his intelligence real. As a politician he was seen as strong, but it was only mentally.
But it worked in his favor.
A smile touched his thin lips as he thought about this evening. He would be attending a performance by a theatre group. Most of the young adults would be from an orphanege, and hoping to make it big in the theatre world so they could escape their old lives. He found those just beginning in their life to be very entertaining. He liked to watch some fail, and some achieve, and to observe why they failed or achieved in their dreams.
But enough of his petty enjoyment. He needed to get ready for his speech with Queen Amidala. He was going to persuade the Queen of Naboo to make a motion to have Supreme Chancellor Finis Valorum removed from office. It would be an easy persuasion, and would allow him to move up and be the Chancellor. Though he was already a Sith Master, and did not need any other rank to feel powerful, and know he was, he still enjoyed the politics.
"Senator Palpatine. The Queen awaits you", speaks one of the Ladies of Queen Amidala. She had appeared shortly after Palpatine checked himself in the mirror. He knew she was coming, and prepared himself for her presence.
"Of course. Please, lead the way". Palpatine lifted his hand in the air, and indicated with it for the Lady to continue on. She nodded, and walked on ahead with Palpatine behind her. He was slowly getting to where he wanted to go. His plan would be achieved, but slowly.
Patience truly was a virtue.
Inside the theatre...
"Patience Marie. Your chance will come soon, and you will be wonderful. I know you will", spoke a smiling young woman to her friend Marie. The woman's name was Amelia, and tonight was also a chance for her, but she was always the one who was there for her friends. Especially pretty Marie. Everyone in the orphanege knew Marie would move up in the world, and have everything she wanted. She was just so beautiful, and smart. Perhaps Amelia was jealous of her, but she was still her friend, and would support her no matter what.
"Thanks Amelia. Your encouragement is always welcomed, and I know you truly believe in me, and not just saying that". Marie smiled as she turned toward Amelia, and gave her a hug. Marie would be the first to come out, and perform in front of everyone, and than Amelia. This performance from the Orphanege would help raise money for them, and to help the young adults who were serious about performing in the future.
Amelia smiled, and watched as her friend walked out of her view, and moved on the stage to perform in front of so many different people. Amelia clutched her white painted hands, and was glad the paint was water resistant, and unable to rub off. She could clasp onto them in nervious waiting as much as she wanted, and no paint would fall off. Her cobalt blue eyes stared out from a white painted face, and her long blonde curls were piled on top of her head in a stylish bun.
Don't bite your tongue Amelia. Not sure if the paint on your lips would rub off or not. Bloody hell! I should have asked someone. Always forgetting as usual.
Her hands dropped across her body that was covered in a Kimono style robe with the beautiful style of red roses across her dress. It matched her red painted lips. Her red sandled shoes rubbed across the floor as she prepared her mind, and body for the performance she would be giving. She was so afraid she would mess up.
All her life Amelia wanted to become a performer, and to feel the excitement as she danced across the stage, and spoke or sang words that had meaning to her. Before she had wanted to find her parents, and to know who she was. Like most of the children at the orphanege she was dropped off as a baby, and no one knew who she belonged to. Only that her name was Amelia. She had tried to find her parents, but was unable to. After many years of searching she gave up.
At least for now.
Now she would devote herself to stage acting, and hope that it would help her achieve her dreams. Her breathing increased as she heard Marie's song come to an end. Knowing it was her turn to perform in front of so many people. Her white painted hands trembled with fear, and excitement as she heard her friends foot steps come closer.
"I did wonderful Amelia! They loved me!", spoke a smiling Marie who danced around the room as soon as she entered it. Amelia sighed, and tried not to roll her eyes.
Of course they loved you. You are perfect. Me on the other hand. Well lets see my imperfections...
"Ok, Amelia. It's your turn"
Amelia looked up from her thoughts, and nodded. She took a deep breath, and tried her best to look like she was gliding across the floor with her tiny feet under her robe. She kept her hands clasped together, and as soon as she reached the middle of the stage she bowed her head. Her blue eyes looked up at the audiance. The large audiance with all the politicians, and royals who were watching. Her lips parted, and she sang her heart out.
"Armies have conquered
And fallen in the end
Kingdoms have risen
Then buried by sand
The Earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
She puts us to sleep
In her light we'll awake
We'll all be forgotten
There's no endless fame
But everything we do
It's never in vain"
Amelia's body moved across the stage as she danced to the music. Her lips moving to her song. Her arms raised in the air as she pretended to be flying.
"We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one's to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?"
Her blue eyes stared upward, and she raised her arms above her head. She could feel herself becoming a little emotional, and with her emotions came the powers she did not quite understand. She could feel the warmth flow through her, and knew her white painted hands were glowing a little. She quickly moved them down, and continued to dance.
No one noticed. Except for one individual who watched her with curioustiy across his features.
"Forests and deserts
Rivers, blue seas
Mountains and valleys
Nothing here stays
While we think we witness
We're part of the scene
This never-ending story
Where will it lead to?
The earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
But she's also a part
A part of the tale"
As her voice raised high in the air, she twirled around in a graceful move. She moved back and forth, and hugged herself as she came to a stop. Her eyes stared ahead of her.
"We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where is it going
What is the way?
We're part of a story, part of a tale
Sometimes beautiful and sometimes insane
No one remembers how it began."
As the music lowers itself, she smiled, and allowed the song to touch her soul. Her whole body felt wonderfully warm, and she knew the strange power she held within her body was coming a live. It always did when she was emotional. She lowered her eyes as she sang the last verse of her song.
"We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where is it going
What is the way?
We're part of a story, part of a tale
Sometimes beautiful and sometimes insane
No one remembers how it began."
The music plays for a little bit, and than it ends. Her blue eyes lifted up to the audiance, and she heard the sound of their applause. A large smile touched her lips. She bowed one last time, and danced across the floor, and back to the other room. The same pair of blue eyes from earlier watched her with true interest in his eyes.
Palpatine truly had to meet with this entertainer with the power of healing in her hands.