*I don't know how I managed to be alive right now but here I am. Actually,
I know why I'm alive right now: thanks to a brave and kind farmboy and a
scoundrel. I can't believe I was saved by these two most extraordinary
counterparts. I was so certain I was gonna die till the last minute, when a
trooper stormed into my cell, took off his helmet and said "I'm Luke
Skywalker. I'm here to rescue you." It was almost surreal, I couldn't
believe my eyes. And who the heck was that boy anyway? I only believed him
when he said he was with the legendary General Obi-Wan Kenobi, whose help
was my only hope. And his friend, Captain Han Solo. How unpleasant and
arrogant! I can't stand being arround him for two minutes. He has an answer
for everything and thinks so highly of himself. Ah, the nerve of him! As if
he were somebody important. We're fighting for justice and freedom and all
he can think about is his money.
Meanwhile, people are dying. My people are all dead. Alderaan... My father... But I can't think of that now. I'll mourn for those who died when justice has finally prevailed.
I arranged myself in fine clothes and put my hair in the most intricate style I could manage without help. I look at myself in the mirror and put myself in the most regal bearing. I can't help but think of my mother now. My real mother. She died when I was very young, I was three or four. I can't remember her clearly but I think I have her hair. She had the saddest eyes I've ever seen. They carried so much sadness, it's something I'll never forget. When I was at the prison cell, in the worst moments, I tried to think of her. It kept me from going insane, I guess. My father Bail never talked about her. Yet, sometimes he'd look at me and it was as if I could almost read his mind saying something like how I am like her. When I was little I wanted nothing more than to know as much as I could but he'd say someday he'd tell me all about her, when I was prepared. I think I'll never know now. Oh, how I'm gonna miss him.
It's time I left. I must go to the celebrations. Today will probably go to History books. What will it be called? Probably the Battle of Yavin or something like that. Yet, we should call it Luke Skywalker day. He saved the rebellion, not only mine but thousands of lives. It was our first major victory against the Empire. And I'm still here to see the end of it.
Luke Skywalker. I think we'll hear that name a lot from now on. May the Force be with him. And Han Solo. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Naturally, they became heroes. *
Anakin Solo once more closed his mother's journal. He couldn't help but smile at her opinions of his father. He wondered what made her change her mind about him.
His grandfather was right, he had a lot to think about. His mother's screams were still ringing in his ears, he doubted he'd ever forget them. And he could also hear Ani's words to him "To show you what you can become." How could he become a monster like that? And why was he being shown all that? Because of his name? What made him more apt for the Dark Side than one of his siblings? Jacen was the most calm of them all but Jaina had quite a temper. What made the difference between using the Dark Side or not?
Meanwhile, people are dying. My people are all dead. Alderaan... My father... But I can't think of that now. I'll mourn for those who died when justice has finally prevailed.
I arranged myself in fine clothes and put my hair in the most intricate style I could manage without help. I look at myself in the mirror and put myself in the most regal bearing. I can't help but think of my mother now. My real mother. She died when I was very young, I was three or four. I can't remember her clearly but I think I have her hair. She had the saddest eyes I've ever seen. They carried so much sadness, it's something I'll never forget. When I was at the prison cell, in the worst moments, I tried to think of her. It kept me from going insane, I guess. My father Bail never talked about her. Yet, sometimes he'd look at me and it was as if I could almost read his mind saying something like how I am like her. When I was little I wanted nothing more than to know as much as I could but he'd say someday he'd tell me all about her, when I was prepared. I think I'll never know now. Oh, how I'm gonna miss him.
It's time I left. I must go to the celebrations. Today will probably go to History books. What will it be called? Probably the Battle of Yavin or something like that. Yet, we should call it Luke Skywalker day. He saved the rebellion, not only mine but thousands of lives. It was our first major victory against the Empire. And I'm still here to see the end of it.
Luke Skywalker. I think we'll hear that name a lot from now on. May the Force be with him. And Han Solo. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Naturally, they became heroes. *
Anakin Solo once more closed his mother's journal. He couldn't help but smile at her opinions of his father. He wondered what made her change her mind about him.
His grandfather was right, he had a lot to think about. His mother's screams were still ringing in his ears, he doubted he'd ever forget them. And he could also hear Ani's words to him "To show you what you can become." How could he become a monster like that? And why was he being shown all that? Because of his name? What made him more apt for the Dark Side than one of his siblings? Jacen was the most calm of them all but Jaina had quite a temper. What made the difference between using the Dark Side or not?