He'd been planning for months. A detailed moment-by-moment agenda for the day in question was kept on his bedside table, though he has long since memorized the schedule. Every night an hour - at least - of sleep was lost as he lay awake thinking of it. He knew the plans inside and out, and made sure his parents did too.
Yet, when his birthday comes, nothing goes as planned. All of his precious preparations go up in flames, along with his family. A small piece of him wants nothing more than to curl up and cry. But his once innocent heart is permanently tarnished with blood. As he watches his home burn, something dark sparks inside of him. A scowl forms on his face, one that will become a habit in years to come, and all he can think of is revenge. I will find the people who did this. I will hunt them down, and I will kill them.
He seizes what little is left of the naive child obsessing over parties, and he locks it away. Cassian swears to himself he will never take it out again. He can't allow himself the luxury of attachment anymore. So he takes his heart, his feelings, his one weakness. And puts it in a prison.
He is six years old.
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And here's another Rogue One fic! I know this chapter is pretty short, but I plant to make the rest longer. After seeing the movie again I just couldn't resist starting another story. Seriously guys, if you get the chance, SEE IT IN IMAX! Totally worth it, and made me love it even more!
Anyways, this fic will be longer than my previous Rogue One stories, and will go into Cassian's past a bit, as well as lead into the events we see in the movie. The next chapter should be up later today. Feedback is always welcome, so let me know if you like (or hate) it! Thanks for reading
-w&w