Author: Callista Loveday
Disclaimer: I wrote this story myself, the characters belong to George Lucas, yada yada.
Leia woke up in the middle of the night, crying. When no one
answered, she screamed as loud as her little lungs would let her,
sending her father to come running down the hallway.
"What is it, what is it?" her father worried, trying to brush away
his daughter's sweaty bangs away from her forehead.
"The dark! The dark!"
"What about the dark? A nightmare?"
"No, no! It was so real, it couldn't of been a dream." She tried to
explain what had happened, but nothing would come. No, nothing could
explain what she had seen. The horrible noise, that crying woman
that kept reaching for her hand...
"Just go back to sleep. Morning will be coming soon," was the only
advice Bail Organa could bring, for even he was at a frenzy of what
to say.
Leia simply watched his long robe make it's way out of the room, and
through the crack of the door saw it disappear down into one of the
bedrooms.
"Why won't the dream go away? Please, let it go away..."
The Next Morning:
Eloise Organa, though, wasn't so patient about her daughter's
outburst.
"Why can't you keep that child quiet at nights? I swear, I have
never seen a child so spoiled! Why, my parents NEVER let me get away
with stuff like that-"
"Perhaps that explains why you can't understand her dreams," he
murmered. "You know, Eloise, it's almost as if... Almost as if she
remembers her mother. I see so much in her at times."
"Well, I suppose you're right about that. She has the little traits,
like lifting her chin when she looks in the mirror, and she has her
looks."
"Who's looks?" a little voice said from behind.
"Nothing, Dear, now sit down and eat." Eloise commanded, and started
reading the newspaper.
"Oh look, there are more summer activities. And it says here that
it's perfect for a kid of any age..." the princess began.
"I'm late for a meeting!" Bail Organa exclaimed, bursting any
hopes Leia had of going to play with other little kid's. "Leia, your
aunts will be here any moment. Go out there and get ready for them."
"Just once I wish I could go and be a regular kid," Leia whispered,
pressing her small face against the cold glass of the window.
~~~~~~~~~~
8 Years Later:
Han Solo sat in the quietness of his cockpit inside the Millennuim Falcon, trying not to think about the mission Mon Mothma had sent him on. And he was with the princess, of all people.
But a cry broke into his thoughts, and he instinctivey ran down to Leia's cabin, where the princess sat sniffling.
"What is it?" Han asked. He knew she was 19, but suddenly she looked like a frightened 2 year old.
"It was raining and raining, and for some reason I was frightened of it.
I wanted to scream or cry out, but nothing would come. Then I was so little, like the size of a baby, and this beautiful woman set me down into this trunk.. But she was crying."
"It was just a nightmare. Go to sleep."
"I know, but I have this feeling like it's so familiar..." she said, then set her head down on the pillow.
"It was just a nightmare," Han repeated to her, but couldn't shake that weird protective feeling that had overcome him when he saw her so scared...