Hey! I got two reviews! YAAAY!! That makes me sooo happy!

FallonFallon: Thank you very much! I'm glad you think so. Vader's point of view is very hard to write...so I was REALLY hoping people wouldn't mind how it turned out.

ILDV: Thank you! I hope this chapter is as interesting as the last...

And thank you to anyone who read this!

Well, here's the next chapter...I warn you now, it's very graphic at the end. I really don't like writing rape scenes, in fact, I kept procrastinating on it. But it's necessary for you as the reader to see exactly what young Leia saw. It's what drives her to become stronger.

And I'm sorry if I wrote five year old Leia wierd. I haven't been around any five year old princesses, so I don't know exactly how she would have acted, but I can see her being mature for only five and yet childish at the same time. Well, I hope you all like this chapter and I apologize if it's written badly...

It had been another average day for the young Princess Leia Organa. She woke up early, as usual, put on in her usual white gown, sat impatiently as her hairdresser piled her long brown locks on her head, and waited for her mother and father to finish getting ready. Today, Bail Organa and his wife Breha had promised their young daughter that they'd take her to the National Museum of Alderaanian Cultures, a place she had wanted to visit for a while. And since her fifth birthday was nearing, they figured they could spare the time to take her.

She had run around the museum enthusiastically, reading about each culture and mostly about their different forms of art. Little Leia had always been unnaturally interested in art and loved learning about different cultures.

Her parents smiled at her enthusiasm. Leia also had another fascination, one her parents weren't so keen about, and that was speeder bikes. She loved looking at them and could tell you every part of one. But she was much too young to ride one. And her parents wished she'd be much too young forever. They were terrified at the thought of her riding one. It's not that they had no confidence in her abilities; they were just very overprotective of her and worried about her often. Especially since she already got into enough trouble around the palace.

So this less than average, yet still somehow average day finally came to an end. Breha cooked a wonderful homemade meal, one of Leia's favorites, and the three sat down together to eat. They chatted about politics, a subject that Breha and Bail loved and Leia found mildly entertaining, and art, a subject that all three enjoyed.

After dinner, Breha began washing dishes, but one of the palace servants took over the job.

"Thank you, Sulbe." Breha smiled at the young woman.

"Come on my little Princess." Bail smiled and scooped up his daughter. She giggled and playfully struggled to get away from him.

"Help me, Mama! The monster's got me!" She cried out and began banging her small fists on her father's back. Her mother just grinned as Bail growled and began nibbling at his daughter's toes. Leia shrieked and giggled and tried her hardest not to kick her father in the mouth, but it was very difficult.

Luckily for both of them, Breha snatched the small girl away from her father and began carrying her to her room.

"Now Bail, you can play with her tomorrow. But right now I believe our little Leia has stayed up way past her bedtime."

"Mommy, I'm a Princess; I shouldn't have a bedtime…" And as soon as she said this, her mouth widened in a long yawn.

"When the Princess is almost five years old, yes she should. Plus, I believe yawning is your body's way of saying you need sleep."

"Nuh-uh. I read somewhere that scientists still don't know why we yawn, but it doesn't always mean we're tired…" Breha smiled at her daughter. Only five and she was already correcting her parents.

"Well, just because that's true doesn't necessarily mean you DON'T need sleep. Now, no more arguing. We'll tell you a bedtime story and then it's time for you to sleep." The young girl sighed in defeat.

"Okay…"

Leia never got the chance to hear what kind of story her parents would have for her this night. Almost immediately upon arriving in her room, blaster shots and screams of pain and fear rang through the palace in melodious harmony. Breha was barely able to shove her beloved daughter under the bed before a group of seven men burst through the door. They weren't wearing their helmets and their armor was only half on, but it was apparent who they were.

"Stormtroopers?" Bail pulled out his own blaster and aimed. "What are you doing here?"

Leia bit deep into her hand to keep from screaming as her dear father was shot down in cold blood. He was given no warning, no explanation, nothing. Blood gushed from the gaping hole in his abdomen and his eyes stared open in shock.

Breha screamed out, grabbed her husband's blaster, and blindly fired it. She managed to hit two of the troopers, killing one and injuring the other, before the blaster was snatched out of her hands and she was pinned to the ground.

"Let me go!" She flailed her arms around, hoping to hit one of them hard. The smallest of the group squatted behind her and held her arms down as two others easily ripped through her clothes.

'Mommy!' Leia was too focused on her mother to notice the blood dripping from her mouth. She had almost bitten through her index finger trying to keep from screaming. She had no idea what was going on, no five year old would, but she knew it was something very unpleasant. Tears streamed down both mother and daughter's faces in perfect synchronization.

Blood flowed freely as one of the troopers thrust in and out while another relentlessly groped her. Leia hadn't a clue how long they defiled her mother, but it felt like it was forever. By this time she was shaking so bad she feared it was a permanent thing. She had never witnessed such a vile act and it scared her that anyone was capable of it. She didn't know what the thrusting was, but she certainly did cringe when one of the stormtroopers shoved the thing in her mother's mouth. It didn't look all that appetizing and young Leia couldn't imagine why one would do such a thing. But she did almost cheer when her mother bit down HARD and the guy yelped in immense pain. It was just like her mom to fight back.

However this did earn her a hard slap across her cheek, one that drew blood. Leia's teeth once again clamped over her index finger. How long would this torment go on? She knew this couldn't be pleasant for her mother. Why didn't they just kill her and be done with it? Or was that the point? What did the Royal Palace ever do to these men to earn such torment?

'Mommy…'

After what seemed like an eternity, they finally ended it. Another trooper let out what Leia thought was a pained gasp and then gave the order "Kill her." Leia's heart stopped at those words. She knew they were coming, she had known the whole time her mother was going to die. But hearing them sent her into another bout of shakes as she squeezed her eyes shut.

But something made her open them again. She stared directly into her mother's eyes and her mother stared into hers. Breha forced a smile and mouthed the unforgettable words 'I'm…sorry…' Leia whimpered as one of the blasters was brought rather ungracefully down upon her mother's skull again and again until blood spattered the walls and her limp form was all that remained.

'No! Mommy! Daddy!' Cries threatened to escape her throat, but she held them back as best as she could. Her mother saved her; no point in getting caught. But it was too late.

"Lookie what we got here. Another little plaything. Come on, doll." Leia tried to crawl as far away from them as she could, but as she was doing so, one of the troopers grabbed her ankle and dragged her out. Each of the men leered down at her and she shivered.

"Oh, come on guys. She's a pipsqueak, only three at best."

"I'm not small! And I'm turning five in a week!" Leia knew she was in danger, but her anger always had gotten the best of her. Plus, anger kept her from being terrified.

"Oh, she's got spunk." They laughed and Leia felt her anger rise.

"Let me go! You have no right doing this to the Princess of Alderaan!"

"You think you have power in this situation. No. We have the power. We'll let you go if we want to. But since you, heh, 'commanded' us to, I don't think we will."

Leia shook in anger and disgust as a tongue slid out and across her cheek. The troopers laughed again.

"You think THAT was bad. You saw what happened to your mommy, didn't you?" The Princess's eyes widened. She still didn't understand exactly what they had done, but she didn't want it done to her.

"PUT ME DOOOWN!!" She struggled and shrieked and did manage to get away. But she only got as far as the door before they caught her again. Just as they did her mother, strong hands tore easily through thin fabric.

'You killed my father for no reason! You defiled my mother and then killed her. You killed all of my nannies. I WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS!!'

A huge light flashed, burning an angry red, and the next thing Leia knew, she was facedown on the ground. She shakily pulled herself up and examined the scene. The troopers, all seven that had entered the room, lay dead scattered around the floor. The ones that had killed her mother and tried to kill her were all mutilated beyond recognition. Leia's small stomach did a flip and she resisted the urge to vomit. Blood lined the floors, walls, and ceiling. She was covered in the sticky red substance.

She looked down and examined herself. The troopers hadn't completely undressed her, but her clothes were torn and tattered.

Hardly noticing the pain in her legs, she half crawled, half limped weakly over to her mother's body.

"Mo…mmy…" She pulled her mother's limp for closer to her, placing her head in her lap and stroking her hair. "I'm…sorry…"

And for the first time since the troopers arrived, she let herself cry. Her wails could be heard throughout the entire palace. It was a shame no one was left alive to hear her melancholy music.

So...what'd you think? Too graphic? Not graphic enough? Horribly written? Gross? I'm sure. But as I said before. I needed a reason for Leia to become evil and here it is. I realized half way through two things. One, Leia PROBABLY should have been a bit older, maybe seven. Buut, I don't feel like changing it...And two, this probably would have been more powerful if it was written in Leia's point of view. But I was almost done and I didn't want to retype it...Besides, it KIND of is written from her POV. It's more written in third person but focuses on her. I guess...I DON'T KNOW...

Well, please review and tell me what you think!!