Hidden Past, Unsure Future
Part: 2
Author: Lesietta Wehs aka LP
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, but most of these characters are MINE. Well, except for Luke and Beru and Owen, obviously. I'm just borrowing them, I swear!
Summary: this part: Nike returns home after a smuggling run, and reflects on things
Over all: Nike forgets her own past until she has a vision.
Author's Note: Not much happens, but you get an idea of where Nike comes from. More to come on the Lars thing…
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"An academy? They BELIEVED you?" Kajsa asked, incredulously.
"Yeah, I was shocked too. I mean, it was such a LAME cover story." Nike replied, leaning back in her chair with this huge grin on her face.
"You always get so lucky with those types of things. Once I was with Fenja, and she had to pretend I was insane to save my sorry ass." Her friend said, with a slight giggle.
They would probably would have continued talking, but at that moment Wiya entered the room. "Ok, time for bed." She announced.
This announcement was met by a chorus of groans.
"It's one in the morning, you all need rest."
A collective sigh was heard as the group of children in the room got up and headed to their quarters.
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Nike flopped down on her bed, and yawned. She reached over and grabbed her diary out of a drawer on her night stand, and began to write.
Sometimes I can't believe what I'm doing, how my life has changed in the past two years… But that's all in the past, and no use staying on that subject. All the same, I really miss Juliet and Zain. I do wonder if they are even alive, and if they are, where are they, are they together? Or separated from each other, as well as me?
Why do I bother? That's no longer me. At least not to others. What I do tell them is I was a street rat back on Tatooine. Why should they believe any different? Even Wiya and Asa don't know.
I know Luke, Owen, and Beru knew that I was never really from there at all. They were so nice to me, why didn't I stay?
Oh, of course. It was too sudden. By no means was I ready for new 'parents', a new 'brother'. That desert world is so foreign to me… I couldn't have survived there, most defiantly not. Corellia is my home, as it always has been, and always will be.
Running out of things to write for the moment, she replaced her diary in its proper spot, and rolled over onto her back.
She closed her eyes, still thinking about her year on Tatooine.
Flashback
It was dark, but then, of course, both of the suns had set several hours ago. And it was cold, unexpectedly so to the girl who still wondered around. 'I can't believe I'm separated from Jewls. I'll probably never see her ever again. Ever.' She though unhappily.
But out in the distance, she saw lights. Lights? House? In the desert? 'It must be a moisture farm.. I wonder if they'd let me stay the night. Only one way to find out.'
She continued walking, and finally reached the farm. She timidly knocked gently on the door. A few moments later, a blonde hair, blue eyed, slight short male answered the door. He looked to somewhere around her age, which made her wonder why HE was answering the door, in such a dangerous place.
"Hello." He said simply. "Who are you?"
"Um, I-I was wondering if I could stay the night here. I don't have a place to stay and I'm all alone-"
She would have kept going on with her explanation, but at that moment, a kind looking woman came up behind Luke.
"You need a place to stay?"
The girl nodded.
"You're welcome to stay here. Come in. before you freeze. The desert gets so cold at night." She smiled, and moved back a step so the visitor could come in.
"Thank you." The girl said softly.
"My name is Beru Lars, and this is Luke Skywalker." She said, indicating the boy who had answered the door. "That over there is my husband Owen." She paused. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name? And why are you all alone in such a place?"
The girl hesitated. They seemed nice enough. "I'm Lesietta. And I'm all by myself because my parents are dead. My mother- she died just recently."
'Yeah, like, last week recently.' She though miserably.
"I'm sorry."
The girl bit her lip. "She died with honor." Was all she said.
'You're sorry? So am I.'
End Flashback.
Nike bit her lower lip, tears springing to her eyes. "I'm sorry too." She said softly, before falling asleep, tired from the day's events.