Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. Also, I am SO SO sorry I haven't updated this in so long!
Anakin stood blinking in the sunlight. The room was decorated much like the bed, with purples and blues dominating. One wall was made entirely of transparisteel, letting in natural light from outside. And the outside was the most captivating.
Green stretched as far as the eye could see, with dots of red and blue and yellow and purple and all the colors of the rainbow and more everywhere. The shades of green made patterns - a maze here, a garden there. And the patterns continued as far as the green did.
The grounds must go for miles, he thought. Whoever owns this place, they must be rich.
He heard Padme slip out of bed and come to stand next to him at the floor-to-ceiling window. "Whoa," she said softly.
"Whoa indeed," Anakin replied.
They stood in silence for a while. Then Padme spoke.
"Maybe we should get dressed. Meet whoever brought us here."
"Yea, good idea." There was a door open. Beyond it was a walk-in closet filled with fine clothes just their size.
"Either we're being held hostage with luxury accommodations, or somebody really likes us," Anakin reasoned.
Padme chose a blank white T-shirt with simple black sweatpants, opting to go barefoot. Her husband chose a similar outfit.
Leaving their bedroom, they noticed that the door wasn't locked. There goes the hostage possibility.
They passed many rooms, some of them with the doors ajar. There must have been hundreds of rooms. Anakin took a peek in some of them, and couldn't really figure out what they were for.
Then they found the elevator.
"This place is gigantic," Anakin said aloud.
Padme simply nodded. Anakin pressed a button, and seconds later, the doors opened with a ding that didn't fit with the mood. The inside was velvet lined, with low seats around the edges. The couple sat down, but not before Anakin pressed the ground floor button. They felt a tug in their stomachs, signifying that they were going down. There was no elevator music, strangely enough. Somehow, the person holding them here knew that neither liked it.
The doors opened at the lobby after only half a minute. The elevator must have been pretty quick - Anakin had seen many floors on there. Both occupants stepped out, noticing the other person standing near the window. He was tall-inhumanly tall-with graying hair and a long, flowing light blue robe. He turned, and both Anakin and Padme were struck by how similar he looked to Anakin.
Then he said five words - only five words - but turned Anakin into a hopeless mess as soon as he said them.
"Anakin. My son. Welcome home."
Well, then. Seems I wrote more. Again, this is a cliffhanger. And I would dearly love it if you review.
