2- Childhood Arc: BEGIN
(A/N: Contains spoilers for The Last Jedi!)
I'll admit that after that initial stage of panic, life got extremely boring afterwards.
You try being in a baby's body and then tell me if it's not boring?
Seriously, all I do all day is just eat, sleep, shit. Eat, sleep, shit.
I didn't even have the opportunity to go to a toilet. I literally just slept there and shit. Really, you try being stuck in a bed all day and then tell me if it's not boring?
Anyway, I think we'll just stop with those details yeah. I'm sure you don't want to hear me rant about all the horrors of breastfeeding, especially when you aren't really a baby mentally and CAN REMEMBER EVERY DETAIL AND YET STILL HAVE TO DO IT OR ELSE YOU'LL STARVE AND DIE.
Okay, lets stop there.
I learned a few things too, of course. Thank whoever out there that the people in this world speak English too, so I was able to catch bits of information here and there.
For example, I've learned that my name is Alice. Alice Green.
I've also learned that the war against the Empire is already over. Apparently, my dad of this world was a fighter pilot that fought alongside Princess Leia, and my mum was a technician who also served under Leia in their fight against the Empire. So yeah, you could say that my 'parents' of this world had some cosy connections with the Skywalkers.
I managed to learn of their backstory one night when my parents started talking about life together in the middle of the night. Oh, so it's not just us teenagers who wonder about life, apparently, adults do that too.
Maybe my reaction to their story wasn't that normal. But when I realised the war was over, I could only think of one thing. Shit, again.
Because the end of the war means the birth of Ben Solo. And that means that Kylo Ren will happen and then The First Order will happen, and then I'll just die again.
I mean seriously, with the number of Resistance members killed in the second movie, the odds of me surviving this world isn't really that high.
The first two years of my life passed in a blur. Between all the things of eating, sleeping, learning how to talk and walk again, my social circle only consisted of my mum and dad of this world. Oh, that is when I count out all my aunts and uncles that came to see me. But, I didn't recognise any of them, which I guess means that I'm not connected to any lead characters in Star Wars. Or another possibility could be that since I've only watched the newest two films and none of the older films, I simply didn't recognise any older generation lead characters.
The third year, was when things became interesting.
As I mentioned earlier, my parents were pretty familiar with the Skywalkers. So I guess it only makes sense that during my third birthday, when my parents decided to throw a birthday party for me, they would, of course, invite the Skywalker family too.
Some kids and their families had already arrived. I, being me, was currently hiding under the dining table, judging all these kids, and eating cookies.
"Alice! You come out this instant or I'll -"
I never got to know what my mother would do, because the doorbell rang for what seemed like the tenth time that day. Seeing that my father was busy taking out another batch of cookies from the oven (I ate all of the previous batches, oops), she quickly ran to the door to open it.
"Leia!" I heard my mum exclaim in joy as she hugged the famous Princess Leia. Out of curiosity, I peeked out of the tablecloth, only to be greeted by a mop of black hair.
"Alice!" My mum, upon seeing my appearance - crumpled dress and a mouth full of crumbs - gave a sign of exasperation and dragged me out from the dining table.
"Alice, this is Princess Leia. And this is Ben, Leia's son. He's a year older than you, but I'm sure that you'll get along just fine."
I would like to say that before this party, I had made up countless scenarios of me meeting Ben, and what might happen in the future.
The fangirl side of me screamed for me to pounce on him because he was freaking Ben Solo for goodness sake! But the logical side of me felt disgusted at the way he was, the way he was willing to murder people, real, living, breathing people. And I also knew that getting close to him risk me just being killed by him in the end too.
But as I looked at the four-year-old boy standing before me, eyes holding nothing but innocence, all those voices in my head quietened down.
He was just a little boy. He wasn't Kylo Ren yet. He was, is still Ben Solo.
And I... I have a chance to change things?
Maybe... maybe I could prevent him from turning to the Dark Side?
Maybe... maybe I could save him from becoming Kylo Ren?
I had been staring at the boy for about a minute now, and he was fidgeting nervously under my intense gaze. My parents and his were looking at me curiously, wondering what was going on in my head.
"H...Hi?"
He gave me a timid, nervous smile, and that sealed the deal.
A wide grin broke across my face. "Hi! Sorry for staring at your face, but I'm Alice! Wanna be friends?"
"Oh, and before I forget, I stole some cookies just now! Wanna have one?"
