Hello anybody who might be reading this! This is just to tell you that
Leia's diary is between *, okay? Thanx! BTW, I'd appreaciate if anybody
would review this!
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*Hi! How do you address a journal? It wasn't my idea anyway. It was Winter's. I won this as a gift from her on my 18th birthday. This is silly, talking to a journal. But anyway, I should write about important stuff that happened to me right?
Well, to begin with, I'm a Princess. Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan. I'm heir to the throne of this same planet and about to take my first official steps into Galactic Politics as Senator and representative of Alderaan in the Imperial Senate. I've been trained my whole life for this. Do I like it? It's not as if I have any other choice. It is as if I was born for it. My calling. My destiny. All this talk makes me nervous. I know I'm more than prepared for it but it's a huge step. I want to change things there you know. Call me naive, I don't care. Have you ever had that feeling that you were born to be special? Ok, I know I'm a Princess but it's more than that. I can feel it.
In a month's time I'll leave Alderaan and go to Coruscant to take my place in the Senate. I think it'll be hard for me to gain their trust. I'm 18 after all. But I know how to do things my way. I'll show them.*
Anakin read his mother's first addition to the journal. She was really excited about her career, he thought to himself with a smile. He suddenly realised how tired he was. He didn't know when was the last time he had taken a nap. He really ought to take some sleep before going....wherever he was going.
Before closing his eyes, he thought about his family. His brother and sister must be really worried about him right now. They must be really scarred for him. He missed them. Before he knew it, he was deep asleep.
And he dreamt. He was in a place... indescribable for human eyes. Only through the Force he could conceive it. He felt it was the place where time and space met. Where you were more one with the Force than never before. Then he saw: many faces at once, all of them familiar. Some of them, though he had never personally seen them, he instinctively knew who they were. Obi- Wan Kenobi, Yoda, Qui-Gon Jinn... It was so fast that the faces almost became a blur. Suddenly, they stopped. Only one face remained and now there was a body to go with it. It was a young man, in his twenties, not much older than Anakin himself. He wore old Jedi robes and he had a funny haircut (a thin braid that started somewhere around the back of his head and went about shoulder length). He had the same blue eyes that he had seen over and over when he looked himself in the mirror or whenever he starred at his uncle's face. He looked serene and wore a roguish smile, much like his own.
"Hello, Anakin." The young man said.
Anakin was still too stunned to find his voice. He finally managed to say "Hi... What...Where..." He looked helpless at the man before finally saying "What's this place? Who are you?"
"Calm down, little one. Through the Force, all things are possible." The man calmly replied.
"Am I dreaming?"
"Sort of. When we dream, we let our conscious self relax, therefore we become closer to the Force."
"Are you ever going to give me a straight answer?" he was starting to lose his temper.
"You are truly your mother's son" the young man gave him a smile and then extended his hand "I'm Anakin Skywalker. Your grandfather."
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*Hi! How do you address a journal? It wasn't my idea anyway. It was Winter's. I won this as a gift from her on my 18th birthday. This is silly, talking to a journal. But anyway, I should write about important stuff that happened to me right?
Well, to begin with, I'm a Princess. Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan. I'm heir to the throne of this same planet and about to take my first official steps into Galactic Politics as Senator and representative of Alderaan in the Imperial Senate. I've been trained my whole life for this. Do I like it? It's not as if I have any other choice. It is as if I was born for it. My calling. My destiny. All this talk makes me nervous. I know I'm more than prepared for it but it's a huge step. I want to change things there you know. Call me naive, I don't care. Have you ever had that feeling that you were born to be special? Ok, I know I'm a Princess but it's more than that. I can feel it.
In a month's time I'll leave Alderaan and go to Coruscant to take my place in the Senate. I think it'll be hard for me to gain their trust. I'm 18 after all. But I know how to do things my way. I'll show them.*
Anakin read his mother's first addition to the journal. She was really excited about her career, he thought to himself with a smile. He suddenly realised how tired he was. He didn't know when was the last time he had taken a nap. He really ought to take some sleep before going....wherever he was going.
Before closing his eyes, he thought about his family. His brother and sister must be really worried about him right now. They must be really scarred for him. He missed them. Before he knew it, he was deep asleep.
And he dreamt. He was in a place... indescribable for human eyes. Only through the Force he could conceive it. He felt it was the place where time and space met. Where you were more one with the Force than never before. Then he saw: many faces at once, all of them familiar. Some of them, though he had never personally seen them, he instinctively knew who they were. Obi- Wan Kenobi, Yoda, Qui-Gon Jinn... It was so fast that the faces almost became a blur. Suddenly, they stopped. Only one face remained and now there was a body to go with it. It was a young man, in his twenties, not much older than Anakin himself. He wore old Jedi robes and he had a funny haircut (a thin braid that started somewhere around the back of his head and went about shoulder length). He had the same blue eyes that he had seen over and over when he looked himself in the mirror or whenever he starred at his uncle's face. He looked serene and wore a roguish smile, much like his own.
"Hello, Anakin." The young man said.
Anakin was still too stunned to find his voice. He finally managed to say "Hi... What...Where..." He looked helpless at the man before finally saying "What's this place? Who are you?"
"Calm down, little one. Through the Force, all things are possible." The man calmly replied.
"Am I dreaming?"
"Sort of. When we dream, we let our conscious self relax, therefore we become closer to the Force."
"Are you ever going to give me a straight answer?" he was starting to lose his temper.
"You are truly your mother's son" the young man gave him a smile and then extended his hand "I'm Anakin Skywalker. Your grandfather."