The Diary of Elaina Solo
I copy down this journal in this commlink for records at Amidala's request. I don't know why. Perhaps it is because she does not want anyone to forget our adventures and escapades of long ago. They were so long ago. I do this for her sake. She is on her death bed and it won't be long. I know that my own time is drawing near as well. My hour will be upon me soon enough. Therefore, I comply to her request. In a way, this seals my legacy, which I shall leave in the Naboo records for my husband and my children. Someday perhaps they will find this diary and know the truth of their past. But until that moment, I wait. My family will have such a cross to bear at my departure.
The Republic has been destroyed, the Jedi Knights soon to be exterminated at Anakin's hands. I don't care what he says. He shall always be Anakin to me. Not this Darth Vader. He knows what is to happen this night. He knows what will happen to me. He knows. He dreads and awaits it. The fate of his reign of terror rests on the little ones we took away, myself and my husband. The children are gone from Naboo's courts. The girl to Alderaan, the boy to his father's native Tatooine, to my husband's brother's home. They will be safe there, for now.
The visions come nearly every day now. Frequently, no matter where I am at, they always come, these visions of mine. Feelings and spectacles of things that are going to happen and of things that will happen many years later. I have suffered much from these visions, seeing my own death and my husband's. I cannot tell him his death. It is too painful. Though he begs me to tell him when and how, I cannot. Yoda says not to dwell on the future nor the past. But my visions follow no such rules. Enough of this talk. When opened, this hologram shall speak these words and this diary will be played. There is no catch. It is your decision traveler to open it or not. Choose your adventure. May the Force be with you. E.S.
Intro: Naboo is free. Hundreds of battle droids and the bodies of brave men lay in the streets. But Naboo is free. I have seen death, bravery, kindness and evil in its worst form. I have learned of the need to have friends and have learned what it is like to lose a friend.
I have learned of love. Love of a friend, and love of one's world and country. Both of which should be important. I am writing this journal to show all of these things, and to proclaim my past so that others may know me as me, in case for one reason or another, someone tries to seek me out. This is a true story. I have left nothing out. I am Elaina Solo and I am sixteen years old. This is my story.
I copy down this journal in this commlink for records at Amidala's request. I don't know why. Perhaps it is because she does not want anyone to forget our adventures and escapades of long ago. They were so long ago. I do this for her sake. She is on her death bed and it won't be long. I know that my own time is drawing near as well. My hour will be upon me soon enough. Therefore, I comply to her request. In a way, this seals my legacy, which I shall leave in the Naboo records for my husband and my children. Someday perhaps they will find this diary and know the truth of their past. But until that moment, I wait. My family will have such a cross to bear at my departure.
The Republic has been destroyed, the Jedi Knights soon to be exterminated at Anakin's hands. I don't care what he says. He shall always be Anakin to me. Not this Darth Vader. He knows what is to happen this night. He knows what will happen to me. He knows. He dreads and awaits it. The fate of his reign of terror rests on the little ones we took away, myself and my husband. The children are gone from Naboo's courts. The girl to Alderaan, the boy to his father's native Tatooine, to my husband's brother's home. They will be safe there, for now.
The visions come nearly every day now. Frequently, no matter where I am at, they always come, these visions of mine. Feelings and spectacles of things that are going to happen and of things that will happen many years later. I have suffered much from these visions, seeing my own death and my husband's. I cannot tell him his death. It is too painful. Though he begs me to tell him when and how, I cannot. Yoda says not to dwell on the future nor the past. But my visions follow no such rules. Enough of this talk. When opened, this hologram shall speak these words and this diary will be played. There is no catch. It is your decision traveler to open it or not. Choose your adventure. May the Force be with you. E.S.
Intro: Naboo is free. Hundreds of battle droids and the bodies of brave men lay in the streets. But Naboo is free. I have seen death, bravery, kindness and evil in its worst form. I have learned of the need to have friends and have learned what it is like to lose a friend.
I have learned of love. Love of a friend, and love of one's world and country. Both of which should be important. I am writing this journal to show all of these things, and to proclaim my past so that others may know me as me, in case for one reason or another, someone tries to seek me out. This is a true story. I have left nothing out. I am Elaina Solo and I am sixteen years old. This is my story.