"Once upon a time,"

A phrase which here implies that this is the beginning of a story that will go a very certain way.

Likely, meaning it will have a beginning, a middle, and a, formulaically happy, ending.

If this is your want, your need, your expectation, you should turn away.

Go back.

Find another story.

Any sane, emotionally-balanced person would do this, as the story that follows here will be one of lost expectations, and doubtless disappointments.

This story holds no happy endings.

Nor does it have a happy beginning.

It is jarring, and if you are not sure of your own constitution, I will say again - look away.

Hit the back icon.

Forget this story exists.

For those of you that remain we are now on a journey of which there may be no definite ends, no satisfying conclusion.

It is here I must confess, it is my solemn duty to record the happenings of the life of this one little girl.

For not many happy things have happened in the life of our heroine, though she never stops hoping that may one day be the case.

This is a story of the shattering and disillusionary journey of a girl named Rey.

Now that you know her name, you may be tempted to continue reading.

And I cannot warn you more than I have, so I will leave you with this disclaimer before we meet again: everything that you will see is a truer than true version of events.

Though alterations would make this story more palatable- a word which here means something akin to "satisfying" or "enjoyable"- that is not why I am here, intent on telling the whole story.

Why? – you may be asking yourself.

Why, because hers is a story deserving of being told, and because the dead are the only ones who can know all sides. Your omniscient narrator, as it were.

Of course, the word "omniscient" refers to the all-knowing or all-seeing nature of the narrator, myself, required because much of this tale lies strewn about the corners of the galaxy and veiled by the powers of Force users from the living, who can only go by what they can see, hear, touch, taste, or smell.

Well, for the most part.

And count yourself lucky, dear reader, as we will be together through this story, which is more than can be said for our heroine and the sequence of disadvantageous occurrences that landed her luckless form in her current situation – staring at a blank wall shackled to a restraint, waiting for a door to open and seal her doom.

But, that is not where this story begins.

This tale of woe and disappointment began many years ago.

Who am I, you might ask?

I am what used to be a called a "Jedi", though now I am a consciousness that has become one with the Force, as someday, we all will.

My name is, or, rather, was –

Qui-gon Jinn.

And this-

Is the story of Rey.


This story is, naturally, my own version of events, told in a way that is perhaps verbally reminiscent of the narrations and general depth of depressive tragedy of a certain popular children's book series, motion picture, and Netflix show.

Rey's story will be not unlike the Baudelaire's, except that she has no brother or sister for company and her parents may or may not have perished in a fire.

There is no Count Olaf, only the workings of the dark side hoping to catch and use her to their advantage.

If you feel you have the stomach to read further, I will be posting another chapter very soon.

If not, I will know that you are a sensible person who heeded my advice.

In either case, may the Force be with you, always.