I'm back, thanks to my wonderful friend Andrew who brought me back to Powell's books and showed me Star Wars again. Life and I have a hate/love relationship. I know this drabble is small and kinda bad and boring but it is a start. I need to get back into writing and my rhythm I promise to finish A Bundle of Hope this Summer for sure and if I don't I will just plain out give the ending. Hope you like this beginning tidbit.
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She remembered hands coming towards her trying to help her. She was falling and falling to the ground below. She heard a shout, maybe Anakin? She couldn't stop. She felt the force whipping around here, trying to lift her but fate had other plans. She closed her eyes and waited for the end. A sudden crack, a crunch of leaves then silence.
No one followed her, not even Anakin. She was dead to them ; she was nothing more than a simple pawn. She was like a clone trooper but with a different weapon. She lived that day even though she fell. Her life was never the same but it was for the better. She could never move her limbs again, she broke her neck. She could never could run or jump again. Never command an army or become a knight. Or die because of Order 66.
But because Ashoka Tano died that day, Ravia was able to live. She was only ever thankful to have fallen because she died, she lived. She felt love, relationships and lived life without boundaries.
Sometimes a gift is blessing and sometimes it is a curse. It is only when that gift is taken, can it be told which is it is.
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I know it's oober short but it's a start and I wrote is at 4 in the morning.
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