Hi folks, MooneyMarauder here! This is my second ever FanFic, and first ever Star Wars fic. I would love to get your constructive feedback regarding my writing! I look forward to hearing from you. I hope you enjoy!
The skies darkened. She stood still, and beautiful as a statue of a goddess long forgotten. The wind whipped her face, harshly. She doesn't seem to notice. Her hair was dancing wildly, erratically, to the violent beat of the wind. Her eyes, unfocused and wavering, looked toward the stormy horizon.
"Nothing," she whispers.
She took a step, her feet nearing the end of the dangerously rocky cliff. One more step and should would join the vicious turmoil of the sea.
Her mind was distant from the scene in which her body stood. Her mind was floating elsewhere, in a vivid dream of ecstasy and defeat. Trees around her bent violently, their leaves caught in the tyrannical storm.
Her thoughts, murky with remembrance did her no justice. One by one, they hit her. One by one, like a boxer against a twig. She never stood a chance. Her face, once vacant, now cracked as the potted soil of a lilac does on a sweltering day. The melancholy was clearly etched now; marked every crease, every wrinkle of her young, innocent face. Her eyes darkened with the maniacal sky.
Her knees gave in, collapsing her to the defeat soil. The skin of her knees tore like tissue. Dust and sand rose to greet her, caress her.
Tears and blood struck the ground with such force, even the thunder could not be heard. The skies, as suddenly as they had darkened, now opened to reveal the ocean of the heavens. Rain mixed with tears, though no differentiation could be made. She lay there, a wilted daisy, motionless, thoughtless, emotionless.
Her well ran dry. No longer had she the energy to linger in old remembrance. No longer was she willing to wallow in the pain.
She rose, swiftly, knowing the wind's breath. Rage engulfed her completely. She would no longer take the abuse. Never again. No longer would she be a slave to their exploitation. Not her, nor her people. She backed away from the cliff's jagged edge.
Spinning her body in the opposite direction, forward she ran. Forward, until there was no crimson soil beneath her feet. Forward, until the arms of the newly-born sun hugged her close, and vowed never to let go.
