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"Some Things Never Change"
Ennelei Starchaser is a young lady growing up on a small outer-rim world. She is engrossed in the task of unlocking the secrets of the past, and is determined to find out about her mysterious ancestors. As her journey through life progresses, she realizes that, while some things are quickly eroded in the sands of time, other things never change.
Prologue: Tall Tales
Grey, inquisitive eyes opened and focused on the receding figure that now stood near the open doorway. "Mama?"
The woman in question turned around to regard her six-year-old daughter. "Yes, Ennelei?"
"Tell me a story," the young voice insisted simply.
Serinya Starchaser spun slowly, prepared to comply with Ennelei's request, however reluctantly. The girl had been in a perpetual state of restlessness since as far back as her mother could remember. She was innately stubborn, as well, and would constantly try to devise new ways to forestall her bedtime, among many other antics.
Serinya lowered herself to her knees next to her daughter's bedside, placing her chin upon her arms that rested on the bed's edge. "Once upon a time, there was a young cub named Bantie who lived happily with his parents, until one day—"
Ennelei groaned and wrinkled her nose. "No, mama! Not the Little Lost Bantha Cub again!"
Serinya sighed. "Sweetheart, I don't have any other stories to tell."
"Well, make up one. Tell me about… the galaxy. The real galaxy, outside this ball of sand."
"Ennelei—" Serinya began reproachfully, but found that she couldn't contradict. Tatooine was nothing more than a forsaken sandball, lost in the black depths of space. Not for the first time during her existence, the suffocating possibility that she might be wasting away her life arose in Serinya's mind. "I've never been off-planet," she conceded in a more subdued tone. "I haven't the slightest clue about what goes on in the greater galaxy."
"Didn't your mommy ever go off-world and tell you the story? What about her mommy?"
Serinya shook her head. "Both the Sheplin family and the Starchaser family have been here since the dawn of time."
"How do you know? What if…" the child's voice trailed off for an instant, and her tiny brow furrowed, a mark of deep thought. "What if the first person from the Sheplin family that came to Tatooine was really a hero? A hero who freed all the slaves on Nar Shaada and then came here to continue." Ennelei's voice escalated, and she made animated gestures with her arms as she told her tall tale. "… But then, there was this big sandstorm, the biggest one ever, and his ship got buried, and he had no other way out, and then—"
"Ennelei," began her mother sternly. "You know your father doesn't like it when you let your imagination run free."
"But, I'll bet it was true" the child interjected earnestly.
Throwing up her hands in defeat, Serinya rose. "I don't know, Ennelei. None of us will ever know. Just make sure you don't recount your wild imaginings to your father. He will be less open-minded to them that I was." Serinya bent over one last time to kiss her only daughter good night.
