Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, or any of the characters from it. I think Star Wars is a great story, which has been contributed to by many people, making a great little story-universe, and I wanted to add in m own little sector. Nikki, in all her coolness, is mine, so is the originallity of this story. And that's about it.
Prologue-
He was dreaming again. He new he was dreaming, subconsiously, he could wake up at any point he wanted by acknolleging the fact. But he didn't want to wake up. He wanted to know who she was. She was kind of pretty, he guessed. She looked alot like his sister and his mother. He couldn't explain how he made that connection, but it was there.
Anakin Solo wandered through his dream-world, the millions of inter-lacing black silk curtains creating a Labyrinth for him. He kept walking, pushing them aside. He couldn't sense her, as she wasn't real, or if she was real, she wasn't anywhere nearby. Not in the real universe, anyway, but in his dream world, she exsisted
Anakin pushed another curtain aside. Now he was standing on the top of a building on Coruscant. She was there, sitting on the railing around the building, brushing her hip-lenth hair. He didn't make a sound, he was too afraid he'd startle her, and make herself fall. The buildings of Coruscant were very tall, and this one was no exception.
She stopped brushing her hair. She let the hair brush slip from her hand, obviously on purpose, then gracefully slipped from the edge. She hadn't even looked at him.
Anakin rushed out towards the railing in a futile attempt to save her. He leaned over the railing, and looked straight down. There was a very small, though a little wide, balcony right underneath where she had jumped from, and an open door into the building. He caught a glimpse of a shadow moving inside. He was about to go back to where ever it was he came from, but before he could turn around, she leaned out of the doorway, and for the first time ever, she spoke.
"Are you coming along, or not?"
It was a simple, flat-out question, and yet it shocked Anakin as much as if she had just shown him a Mooka dancing to Ishi Tibb. Usually these dreams, and most of his other dreams, had no sound.
"Yeah," Anakin answered timidly, "Sure." He jumped over the railing, very carefully, and landing on the balcony. He was about to follow her inside, and ask her every question he could think of asking, but out of nowhere a speeder was hovering behind him, with a very loud siren going off.
Anakin woke up quickly, and shut off the alarm on his bedside table. She had spoken. That girl never spoke. Ever. He knew she had been in his dreams for a very long time. Ever since he could remember, somewhere, in the background, there she was. Always the same age, just barely too young to be called an adult, though her face gave her soul's age away. And those eyes that saw right through you. She knew everything about you, but you were never embarressed by it. She just understood. There was no other way to put it. Yet somehow, from her posture, probably, not everything of her was at peace with the universe. An eternal shadow haunted her.
Prologue-
He was dreaming again. He new he was dreaming, subconsiously, he could wake up at any point he wanted by acknolleging the fact. But he didn't want to wake up. He wanted to know who she was. She was kind of pretty, he guessed. She looked alot like his sister and his mother. He couldn't explain how he made that connection, but it was there.
Anakin Solo wandered through his dream-world, the millions of inter-lacing black silk curtains creating a Labyrinth for him. He kept walking, pushing them aside. He couldn't sense her, as she wasn't real, or if she was real, she wasn't anywhere nearby. Not in the real universe, anyway, but in his dream world, she exsisted
Anakin pushed another curtain aside. Now he was standing on the top of a building on Coruscant. She was there, sitting on the railing around the building, brushing her hip-lenth hair. He didn't make a sound, he was too afraid he'd startle her, and make herself fall. The buildings of Coruscant were very tall, and this one was no exception.
She stopped brushing her hair. She let the hair brush slip from her hand, obviously on purpose, then gracefully slipped from the edge. She hadn't even looked at him.
Anakin rushed out towards the railing in a futile attempt to save her. He leaned over the railing, and looked straight down. There was a very small, though a little wide, balcony right underneath where she had jumped from, and an open door into the building. He caught a glimpse of a shadow moving inside. He was about to go back to where ever it was he came from, but before he could turn around, she leaned out of the doorway, and for the first time ever, she spoke.
"Are you coming along, or not?"
It was a simple, flat-out question, and yet it shocked Anakin as much as if she had just shown him a Mooka dancing to Ishi Tibb. Usually these dreams, and most of his other dreams, had no sound.
"Yeah," Anakin answered timidly, "Sure." He jumped over the railing, very carefully, and landing on the balcony. He was about to follow her inside, and ask her every question he could think of asking, but out of nowhere a speeder was hovering behind him, with a very loud siren going off.
Anakin woke up quickly, and shut off the alarm on his bedside table. She had spoken. That girl never spoke. Ever. He knew she had been in his dreams for a very long time. Ever since he could remember, somewhere, in the background, there she was. Always the same age, just barely too young to be called an adult, though her face gave her soul's age away. And those eyes that saw right through you. She knew everything about you, but you were never embarressed by it. She just understood. There was no other way to put it. Yet somehow, from her posture, probably, not everything of her was at peace with the universe. An eternal shadow haunted her.