An Odd Turnabout

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars (though with the amount I've spent on it, I probably should :) ). That belongs to my favorite director George Lucas. I also don't own Freaky Friday, which this story is based on. I'm not sure who does, though. Also, I suppose I should mention, I don't own Redwall by Brian Jaques, though I pull some ideas from it. Either way, I don't make any money off of this. At all. All I get (I hope) is people enjoying themselves on my account.

Author's Note: This is the first story I've ever released to the public, so please R&R but go easy. Constructive criticism is more than welcome.

Prologue

I got into bed at around 11:15. It was pretty late, but I had had a long day and felt justified. I had just got back from Celebration IV (or C4, as everyone jokingly called it) and could still recall the weird experience I'd had there.

I was browsing the displays, looking for a collectable or something to bring home, when this old man dressed Jedi robes appeared. This in itself was nothing unusual. I myself was wearing robes I'd made over the past year. I had even ordered my lightsaber from Master Replicas®. What was unusual was that his robes looked old and worn, like he wore them as normal clothes. He saw me and started making a beeline right in my direction. I was too scared to move an inch, and just pretended to be looking at the various items on sale, hoping he'd pass me. No such luck. He came straight up to me and whispered in my ear, "Tonight it will happen. Before the golden orb rises again, your dream will become reality. With pleasure bring travails. Pass them to find your true home. Fail them and be lost forever. He then walked off aimlessly.

I got into bed, the man's words echoing in my head. Before the golden orb rises again. I had read enough Redwall in my life to figure out that the "golden orb" meant the sun. So basically he was saying that before tomorrow morning something I wanted was going to happen. Supposedly, anyway. But what? What was my dream? I went to sleep pondering this question. Not that I actually believed it, but that I knew I'd know, one way or the other, in the morning.

Author's note: I know that's a short prologue. That's why I posted Chapter 2 (or 1, depending on how you look at things) along with it.