Prologue
by dreamingofani
I just wanna get out, stuck inside of this. Waiting for something else, waiting to exist.
A tall, cloaked figure was running down the busy streets of Coruscant. He wore entirely black—black boots, pants, and a long, sweeping hooded cloak. He ran desperately. Several people stopped and looked to see who was chasing him. But no one was. The figure turned a corner and stopped, panting for breath. He slumped against a wall and pulled back his hood to reveal a man's intent face, a head of spiky black hair, and a pair of bright blue eyes. His eyes seemed to be the only thing that stood out against the black of his robes and the shadows on his face. They looked desperate. Pleading.
There he sat, on the corner of the street, seemingly pondering his next move.
Where could she be? he wondered, not for the first time.
His master had ordered him to kill her. He must find her.
A/N: The lyrics are from Do You Like It by Our Lady Peace.
