*Author* Hey all! I put this out a while ago and I shudder at it now. Ah. I was awful. Not really, just inexperienced. So I've improved it. Believe me it's not the same story it was last time. But just wanted to say that this WAS put out before, but is redone now for your enjoyment. :-)
T.H.
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I copy down this journal in this commlink for records at Amidala's request. I don't know why. Perhaps it is because she does not want anyone to forget our adventures and escapades of long ago. They were so long ago. So long. And though I am not past twenty-four, I feel older than sixty. But I do this for her sake. She is on her death bed and it won't be long. I know that my own time is drawing near as well. My hour will be upon me soon enough. Therefore, I comply to her request. In a way, this seals my legacy, which I shall leave in the Naboo records for my husband and my children. Someday perhaps they will find this diary and know the truth of their past. But until that moment, I wait. My family will have such a cross to bear at my departure.
The Republic has been destroyed, the Jedi Knights soon to be exterminated at Anakin's hands. I don't care what he says. He shall always be Anakin to me. Not this Darth Vader. He knows what is to happen this night. He knows what will happen to me. He knows. He dreads and awaits it. The fate of his reign of terror rests on the little ones we took away, myself and my husband. The children are gone from Naboo's courts. The girl to Alderaan, the boy to his father's native Tatooine, to my husband's brother's home. They will be safe there, for now.
The visions come nearly every day now. Frequently, no matter where I am at, they always come, these visions of mine. Feelings and spectacles of things that are going to happen and of things that will happen many years later. I have suffered much from these visions, seeing my own death and my husband's. I cannot tell him his death. It is too painful. Though he begs me to tell him when and how, I cannot. Yoda says not to dwell on the future nor the past. But my visions follow no such rules. I see so many things, so many people. Of the boy with the spaceship and his friends, a teenage boy, an old man, and a girl with the bearing of royalty. I so long to hear their voices, to discover their identities. But it is impossible. How I wish I knew whether they were future or past. But anyway, enough of this talk. When opened, this hologram shall speak these words and this diary will be played. There is no catch. It is your decision traveler to open it or not. Choose your adventure. May the Force be with you.
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T.H.
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I copy down this journal in this commlink for records at Amidala's request. I don't know why. Perhaps it is because she does not want anyone to forget our adventures and escapades of long ago. They were so long ago. So long. And though I am not past twenty-four, I feel older than sixty. But I do this for her sake. She is on her death bed and it won't be long. I know that my own time is drawing near as well. My hour will be upon me soon enough. Therefore, I comply to her request. In a way, this seals my legacy, which I shall leave in the Naboo records for my husband and my children. Someday perhaps they will find this diary and know the truth of their past. But until that moment, I wait. My family will have such a cross to bear at my departure.
The Republic has been destroyed, the Jedi Knights soon to be exterminated at Anakin's hands. I don't care what he says. He shall always be Anakin to me. Not this Darth Vader. He knows what is to happen this night. He knows what will happen to me. He knows. He dreads and awaits it. The fate of his reign of terror rests on the little ones we took away, myself and my husband. The children are gone from Naboo's courts. The girl to Alderaan, the boy to his father's native Tatooine, to my husband's brother's home. They will be safe there, for now.
The visions come nearly every day now. Frequently, no matter where I am at, they always come, these visions of mine. Feelings and spectacles of things that are going to happen and of things that will happen many years later. I have suffered much from these visions, seeing my own death and my husband's. I cannot tell him his death. It is too painful. Though he begs me to tell him when and how, I cannot. Yoda says not to dwell on the future nor the past. But my visions follow no such rules. I see so many things, so many people. Of the boy with the spaceship and his friends, a teenage boy, an old man, and a girl with the bearing of royalty. I so long to hear their voices, to discover their identities. But it is impossible. How I wish I knew whether they were future or past. But anyway, enough of this talk. When opened, this hologram shall speak these words and this diary will be played. There is no catch. It is your decision traveler to open it or not. Choose your adventure. May the Force be with you.
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