I'm very proud of this one. 'Nuff said. Nah, but seriously, I really like this story, and I hope you like it too. This is the prologue, a very short one, but hope it's okay.
Oh, and I don't own anything.
Enjoy!
Tatooine : Stories from the Sands
It had always been there, from the beginning, and it always would, to the very end of times. A dusty ball of sand, endless, burning sand, and the twin suns that heated it to merciless, scorching temperatures.
It was a planet of no meaning, just one of many, a typical world of the Outer Rim. It was a planet of no significance, there were no palaces, no kings or queens, just the simple houses and the simple people.
And yet, all those who visited it, would end up playing a big part in the future, bigger than what they propably wanted. And then it turns out, that Tatooine had all the meaning and significance in the universe.
No need to review yet, since this is so short, but I hope that when you've had more to read, you'd write a word or two :)