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Lola-
Prelude.
Greetings to you traveller. I am Lola, Lola Skywalker. You may know me as the youngest daughter of the Empress Leia Organa Solo, or you may not. Indeed, at this very moment you may be thinking, "Empress Leia?!" or, "Didn't Han and Leia only have three children?" Well, I will do my best to explain my existence.
As many know, and have testified as much, the Force works in mysterious ways, and many have speculated that one element of it that has baffled Jedi for eons, is its relationship with time. It is believed that in certain circumstances, the power of the Force can split reality, creating multiple realities, so that each separate reality exists beside the others. The implications of such a notion are that in another time and reality, I do, in fact, exist, and have merely crossed over into your reality. If this is the case, and you have no idea who I am, I'll tell you a little about myself, before I begin in earnest.
In my reality, which is more than likely in the future of yours, I am nineteen years old. I was born on the Ewok planet of Endor, to a humble barmaiden - Already I can see your brow furrowing in confusion, but be assured, all will become clear as my tale unfolds.
I began my Jedi training at an early age, and it was soon apparent that I possessed an exceptional talent for channelling the Force through my mind. Indeed, it was no uncommon sight at the Imperial Palace, New Alderaan, our main time home, to see whole battalions of ornaments and precious statues parading down the west wing, where I had my room.
Needless to say, my childhood had been a happy one, although this was more due to my tendency to do just as I pleased, rather than comfortable living. Indeed, my mother abandoned all hopes of my becoming an Ambassador for the Republic long ago, accepting that if I wished to become a pilot like Dad, then this was just what I'd strive to be. And when news reached the palace that a land speeder bearing the Royal insignia had been spotted outside some infamously disreputable tavern or other, Mother would simply look at me, hopelessly shaking her head, whilst Dad would shrug, saying something like, "Well, at least she's not into smuggling." Then, he'd turn a pair of anxious eyes on me, as if to say, "Please tell me you're not, Princess." At which I'd just laugh. A phrase I often heard from behind the closed doors of my parents' chamber was, "Lola does as Lola wants." Those words made me giggle with so much delight, that they were to become my motto through my teenage years.
Please, don't misunderstand me now; I was never bad, or wicked, I just tired of things quickly, and was merely always on the look out for new and exciting challenges. I guess, deep down, I was always a little uncomfortable with royal duty, and the like. And although I loved, and still do, my brothers Jacen and Anakin, and my sister, Jaina, there was always some sensation that I was different to them, somehow. But I could never, quite, define the feeling, and had difficulty understanding it myself, let alone explaining it to others.
I suppose that frustration at this, played a small part in the manifestation of my rebellious ways, but truth be told, the main reason I refused to be tied to the Palace was because I rather enjoyed my reputation as the "Wayward Royal". Mother's stern warnings were lost on me, and one of my sweetest smiles at Dad was always enough to secure me the use of the Falcon for the weekend. Life was for living, and I loved to live life as dangerously as possible. What follows tells of how, in a relatively short time, my whole out look on life was to change, forever. Maturity, it is said, catches up with everybody, eventually.