Constant
Rated: G
Category: Double Drabble. Gen. Leia POV.
Time Frame: During A New Hope.
Spoilers: General Star Wars knowledge only.
Summary: When your world is falling apart, you reach for what you know.
As a girl, I worshipped him.
I'd beg my father to tell me his stories over and over again.
He was larger than life and though I never understood why my parents would sigh and share a funny look every time I asked for the same bedtime story, I didn't care. I just wanted to hear it again.
I certainly didn't know why I wasn't supposed to talk about him, but that worked for me. He was our special secret, and my imaginary friend – my constant companion in the lonely world of an only child.
Years later, when I realized the stories were true (and learned why I couldn't share them), he became so much more. A childhood hero turned actual knight in shining armor. An adolescent infatuation turned hero of the Republic.
And so, though I have only vague reports to go on and only the tiniest hope of success, I reach out to him now, as my world crumbles. I know it's probably silly, but I have to try. So I send my message to the stars, like I did when I was little, and pray that this time, he answers.
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope.