To those who know what I'm talking about: yes, the planet's name is in Elvish. You're welcome.
Prelude
Long ago, there once was a crystal of power, and whoever controlled it, controlled the universe. Many wars were fought to gain this power, only to end in more failure than success for either side. As the universe began to fall into darkness, the guardians began their search for a way to destroy it. Yet one day, it disappeared. The princess of Mela Ithil had taken the crystal, swearing to herself that not another soul would even have the chance to lay their eyes upon it. Some claim she destroyed it, while others say she became one with it. In the end, the princess was almost taken from her home by the sith, who invaded her planet.
"And then what happened?" Ahsoka was surrounded by a large group of younglings. She had begun telling her story to three, and at this point there were about a total of fourteen, each one listening intently to every last word that flowed out of her mouth. "Well…along with Mela Ithil, the princess had disappeared from existence. To this day, the crystal has never been recovered, but we still celebrate a minor holiday, known as Star Child's day. Since the princess was always known by her nickname, the Star Child, it only seemed right to name the holiday that way."
"Well now, you've become quite the story teller, so when did you come up with that one?" Anakin's smirk never left his face. The group had scattered about now, finding something more interesting to occupy their time. "It's actually an old story I learned from one of the village elders here."
The mission was simple; convince the ruler of Mydonia to side with the Republic. What wasn't simple about this mission was that it turned out that the king had been murdered weeks before their arrival, and that a cowardly puppet had been in place. Yet upon hearing news of the Jedi arriving, he had quickly turned power over to his brother, who was completely against the separatists. What complicated the situation even more was that he was (by the elders' laws) too young to rule, so he would have to turn some of the power over to his advisors; made up of his village's elders.
"Well come on snips, we're just about ready to-"The ground began to rumble, and as the two headed towards the center of the village, they noticed that the natives were staring in awe at a broken statue. Yet upon closer inspection, it was more for what was in front of the statue. A girl lied underneath the remains of it, her white dress stained with blood and dust. She was unconscious and a pool of what seemed to be her own blood began to spread. As the pool became larger, the villagers began stepping back. "Why isn't anybody helping her, can't you see she's dying!?"
As Anakin began clearing the debris, one of the village elders seemed to appear out of thin air. "Stop, Can't you tell that she is one of the cursed?" His voice was booming for an eighty year old man. Judging by the fact that his clothes contained patterns made of golden thread, instead of silver, meant that he was the head of the king's advisors.
"What do you mean she's cursed?"
"I was merely a young boy at the time of her arrival. She granted us the power of wisdom, and aided us where our king could not. Yet one day, the cursed one had corrupted our king. He saw what she had done for us, and decided that instead of making her an ally, shaped her into a weapon to gain control over the entire system. We all knew that the only way to end the madness was to end her life… yet none of us could find it in our hearts to do so. Instead, we hid her away inside the statue. The cursed one you see before you is the Star Child, princess of Mela Ithil!"
"Well that's still no reason to let her die!"
"You fool; do you realize what you're doing? You'll destroy us all! One day, she shall seek vengeance upon us, and destroy the entire universe!"
"That won't stop me!"
"No Jedi shall ever set foot on Mydonia until the end of time after you depart, and may the force help you all."
The entire center was cleared, leaving only Ahsoka and Anakin to help the princess. "Let's get her out of here; I doubt they'll let us help her anywhere on this planet."
*4 hours later*
Tic couldn't believe what had happened. The general had picked up a stranger that apparently was trapped in a statue. Not to mention, said girl was sleeping in the bed right next to his. He didn't know why, but there was something about her that felt so…alluring.
"Hey Tic, how's your foot doing? Your bones good as new yet?" Tack smirked as he joked with his brother.
"That depends, how's your girlfriend? Oh, I forgot, your hand doesn't count." They always took shots at each other, and at the end of the day, they were still close.
"Very funny, I just came by to check on you, and seeing as how you're doing fine, I guess I should go and see what else I can do to your bunk."
"Don't you dare do anything!"
"I'll see you around…brother." Tack's laughter echoed through Tic's mind before he noticed the girl's eyes fluttering. When she sat up, her hand shaded her eyes from the light.
"Excuse me, but where am I?" Her voice carried a sort of smooth, polite tone. Her blonde hair curled near the end, and a pair of grey eyes met his.
"Well... can I get your name first?" Tic had absolutely no idea what to do. She seemed so innocent and naïve, but at the same time, there was something hidden behind those eyes.
"My name is Ethel, and I'm the princess of Mela Ithil. Now will you please tell me where I am and what is going on?"
