Disclaimer: I own the characters. I own the plot. Lucas owns the Galaxy.
Rowling owns the world the woman is from.
Summary: One thousand years before the Empire was even imagined, the Sith were running rampant, trying to take over the entire galaxy. They might have succeeded, if it weren't for one hot-headed Padawan.
"There hasn't been outright war in the Galaxy since the foundation of the Republic a thousand years ago" -Governor Sio Bibble, episode II
"The Sith have not been seen in one thousand years" -Mace Windu?, episode I
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Del Myriad, episode I: The Sith Wars
Prologue
It wasn't safe. The senses of the young mother screamed danger, though she could see none. When she disapparated from the place she had called home for almost all of the 21 years of her life, she had only concentrated on a place, any place where her newborn child would be safe from its father. She had trusted him, believed in him, followed his vision, but he had taken advantage of her youth and innocence while she was blind to his true nature. She now saw him for what he truly was: a snake, a monster, the incarnation of evil.
The woman stood on a platform in a city unlike any she had ever seen. Its massive buildings, stretching as far as the eye could see, had an air of something ancient about them, but they were nothing like the centuries old stone-wrought manors she knew and grew up in. These buildings were sheer monuments of glass and metal, caked with filth. It reminded her a bit of a muggle city she had once glimpsed, she had been told it was 'the bad side of town'. Between the buildings flew vehicles of varying sizes and shapes. There were so may of them that they flew in layers, one layer going one way, the next one up or down going another. Her platform seemed to be on one of the lower layers, because there were countless layers of traffic above her. She wondered why this place that reeked of danger would be the place where her daughter would be safe. Whatever made these vehicles fly, it wasn't magic.
A gust of wind came up, causing her black velvet robes to billow about her, revealing the small bundle she held close to her bosom. A piece of trash was blown over the edge of the platform. She watched it fall. Down... and down... and down, until it was engulfed in the darkness below.
"What is this place?" she wondered aloud, realizing that not only did the city tower thousands of feet above her, it also plunged thousands of feet below her. She had never been this high above the ground before, not even on a broom, and she was always the one that went the highest.
"Coruscant." The answer came from a man in a roughly woven brown hooded cloak. An air of peace seemed to emanate from him, a counter-balance to the danger seeping from the very atmosphere of this strange city.
What looked like a sleek train car pulled up to the platform, and a door on its side opened. Creatures she had never seen before got out of the car while others that had been on the platform with her got on. She realized the strange train car was something like a bus, and her instincts told her she should board it as well. They had failed her before, the result being her standing in a strange city with a two-day-old child in her arms, but she had nothing else to go by. She boarded the bus.
"Half a credit fare!" the driver called out to her. She had simply walked onto the bus and sat down. It had completely slipped her mind that she would have to pay a fare.
"She doesn't have any Republic credits. I'll pay her fare." It was the man in the brown cloak. Normally she would have been offended that a complete stranger had paid her way, but the peacefulness that surrounded him quelled any objections she may have had. She knew then that this man would know how to keep her child safe.
She watched him the entire ride, barely noticing how the cityscape outside went from dark and grimy to bright and glamorous as the bus made its way up the layers of traffic. She did notice that the sense of danger she had when she first got to the city grew less and less the higher the bus climbed, though. How may times it stopped, letting off passengers and taking on new ones, she didn't know, and frankly didn't care, as long as she got off when the man in the brown cloak did.
The bus had stopped near a great square building with spires that pierced the clouds. The man in the brown cloak was the only one to stand up to disembark. She followed him, and took hold of his cloak as he stepped onto the platform.
"How did you know I didn't have any of your kind of money?" She knew she couldn't ask him right away how she could keep her child safe, so she said the first think that came to mind.
"I am a Jedi. My name is Kor-Ben Tai"
A Jedi. She didn't know what that meant, but she knew it was the answer. The Jedi spoke again.
"The Force is very strong in your daughter."
"The Force?"
For some reason, the fact that he knew her child was a girl didn't surprise her in the least.
"The power of the Jedi."
"Does this mean my daughter could become a Jedi?"
If this Force thing was what caused the peace that surrounded the man, she wanted her daughter to have it.
"With training, yes."
It was beginning to sound like the Force was similar to magic. It was something you were born with, but needed training to properly wield.
"How can I get her training?"
"She must be presented at the Jedi temple. With the Force as strong as it is upon her, it should be no problem to get her accepted.
As the man was still speaking, the young mother winced. She thrust her child into the bewildered man's arms, and then gripped her left forearm in pain. "Can you take her there? She is no longer safe with me."
Before the Jedi could say anything, the woman pulled three objects out from under her cloak. She laid the first of the three in Kor-Ben Tai's arms, alongside her child. It was a polished mahogany stick, about 10 inches long.
"This is my wand. Tell her it belonged to her mother."
She then pressed the second object, a wrought iron key, into his hand.
"I have a feeling I apparated us into another world. If she ever finds her way back to the world she was born into, this key will come in handy while she is there.
Lastly, she handed him a small velvet bag.
"In this bag is a pendant that will allow my daughter to identify her father. He must not find her. He must not even know she exists, not until she is able to defend herself against him."
Having given everything she had of importance to the Jedi, she began to walk away, towards the edge of the platform. By then, Kor-Ben had recovered from the shock of the previous minutes. He called out after her.
"Wait! You never told me your name!"
"My name is of no importance. Her name is Amy Riddle"
With these words, she stepped off the edge of the platform, plummeting to the depths of the planet-city like the piece of trash she had watched earlier that day. The knowledge that her daughter was safe made the pain from the mark burning black on her forearm almost bearable.
Kor-Ben Tai watched in horror as the strange woman plummeted to her death before he could stop her, but a voice inside told him that even if he had, it would have been of no use. Pondering her strange words, he opened the velvet bag. Though he didn't know it, the pendant was identical to the mark on the woman's arm: a skull with a snake protruding from the mouth like a tongue.
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I'm assuming you all know about the Star Wars universe, this story being posted in the Star Wars section, but for those of you who are clueless as to who Rowling is, here are a few pointers that may help you understand this story better.
-JK Rowing is the author of the Harry Potter books. -The woman is from the Wizarding World. -The major bad guy in that world calls himself Lord Voldemort, but his real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, kind of like the Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker thing, even though he's probably closer to Palpatine on the evilness scale. He wants to rid the world of all Muggles and Muggle-born witches and wizards, and he can talk to snakes. -A muggle is someone non-magical -Voldemort's followers, called Death Eaters, have his Mark branded on their left forearm. It's usually red, but it burns black rather painfully when ever he summons them. It's called the Dark Mark, and it's in the shape of a skull with a snake protruding from the mouth like a tongue. -Apparition and Disapparition are a wizarding way of travelling. It's kind of like Teleportation, except with magic. How it works is you concentrate on your destination with your wand in hand, then the magic makes you disappear (disapparate) from wherever you were and appear (apparate) wherever you wanted to go.
Just to note, I based the description of Coruscant on the opening scenes of episode 2. I'm working under the assumption that not much would have changed in the thousand years between when my story is set and when the movie is set.
As for the quotes at the beginning, I don't own the movies, so I don't remember the exact words and I'm not absolutely sure they were said by the people I said they were. I think they're pretty close, but if anyone knows for sure the exact quote and who really said it, I'd appreciate it if you could let me know in your review.
Summary: One thousand years before the Empire was even imagined, the Sith were running rampant, trying to take over the entire galaxy. They might have succeeded, if it weren't for one hot-headed Padawan.
"There hasn't been outright war in the Galaxy since the foundation of the Republic a thousand years ago" -Governor Sio Bibble, episode II
"The Sith have not been seen in one thousand years" -Mace Windu?, episode I
~*~*~
Del Myriad, episode I: The Sith Wars
Prologue
It wasn't safe. The senses of the young mother screamed danger, though she could see none. When she disapparated from the place she had called home for almost all of the 21 years of her life, she had only concentrated on a place, any place where her newborn child would be safe from its father. She had trusted him, believed in him, followed his vision, but he had taken advantage of her youth and innocence while she was blind to his true nature. She now saw him for what he truly was: a snake, a monster, the incarnation of evil.
The woman stood on a platform in a city unlike any she had ever seen. Its massive buildings, stretching as far as the eye could see, had an air of something ancient about them, but they were nothing like the centuries old stone-wrought manors she knew and grew up in. These buildings were sheer monuments of glass and metal, caked with filth. It reminded her a bit of a muggle city she had once glimpsed, she had been told it was 'the bad side of town'. Between the buildings flew vehicles of varying sizes and shapes. There were so may of them that they flew in layers, one layer going one way, the next one up or down going another. Her platform seemed to be on one of the lower layers, because there were countless layers of traffic above her. She wondered why this place that reeked of danger would be the place where her daughter would be safe. Whatever made these vehicles fly, it wasn't magic.
A gust of wind came up, causing her black velvet robes to billow about her, revealing the small bundle she held close to her bosom. A piece of trash was blown over the edge of the platform. She watched it fall. Down... and down... and down, until it was engulfed in the darkness below.
"What is this place?" she wondered aloud, realizing that not only did the city tower thousands of feet above her, it also plunged thousands of feet below her. She had never been this high above the ground before, not even on a broom, and she was always the one that went the highest.
"Coruscant." The answer came from a man in a roughly woven brown hooded cloak. An air of peace seemed to emanate from him, a counter-balance to the danger seeping from the very atmosphere of this strange city.
What looked like a sleek train car pulled up to the platform, and a door on its side opened. Creatures she had never seen before got out of the car while others that had been on the platform with her got on. She realized the strange train car was something like a bus, and her instincts told her she should board it as well. They had failed her before, the result being her standing in a strange city with a two-day-old child in her arms, but she had nothing else to go by. She boarded the bus.
"Half a credit fare!" the driver called out to her. She had simply walked onto the bus and sat down. It had completely slipped her mind that she would have to pay a fare.
"She doesn't have any Republic credits. I'll pay her fare." It was the man in the brown cloak. Normally she would have been offended that a complete stranger had paid her way, but the peacefulness that surrounded him quelled any objections she may have had. She knew then that this man would know how to keep her child safe.
She watched him the entire ride, barely noticing how the cityscape outside went from dark and grimy to bright and glamorous as the bus made its way up the layers of traffic. She did notice that the sense of danger she had when she first got to the city grew less and less the higher the bus climbed, though. How may times it stopped, letting off passengers and taking on new ones, she didn't know, and frankly didn't care, as long as she got off when the man in the brown cloak did.
The bus had stopped near a great square building with spires that pierced the clouds. The man in the brown cloak was the only one to stand up to disembark. She followed him, and took hold of his cloak as he stepped onto the platform.
"How did you know I didn't have any of your kind of money?" She knew she couldn't ask him right away how she could keep her child safe, so she said the first think that came to mind.
"I am a Jedi. My name is Kor-Ben Tai"
A Jedi. She didn't know what that meant, but she knew it was the answer. The Jedi spoke again.
"The Force is very strong in your daughter."
"The Force?"
For some reason, the fact that he knew her child was a girl didn't surprise her in the least.
"The power of the Jedi."
"Does this mean my daughter could become a Jedi?"
If this Force thing was what caused the peace that surrounded the man, she wanted her daughter to have it.
"With training, yes."
It was beginning to sound like the Force was similar to magic. It was something you were born with, but needed training to properly wield.
"How can I get her training?"
"She must be presented at the Jedi temple. With the Force as strong as it is upon her, it should be no problem to get her accepted.
As the man was still speaking, the young mother winced. She thrust her child into the bewildered man's arms, and then gripped her left forearm in pain. "Can you take her there? She is no longer safe with me."
Before the Jedi could say anything, the woman pulled three objects out from under her cloak. She laid the first of the three in Kor-Ben Tai's arms, alongside her child. It was a polished mahogany stick, about 10 inches long.
"This is my wand. Tell her it belonged to her mother."
She then pressed the second object, a wrought iron key, into his hand.
"I have a feeling I apparated us into another world. If she ever finds her way back to the world she was born into, this key will come in handy while she is there.
Lastly, she handed him a small velvet bag.
"In this bag is a pendant that will allow my daughter to identify her father. He must not find her. He must not even know she exists, not until she is able to defend herself against him."
Having given everything she had of importance to the Jedi, she began to walk away, towards the edge of the platform. By then, Kor-Ben had recovered from the shock of the previous minutes. He called out after her.
"Wait! You never told me your name!"
"My name is of no importance. Her name is Amy Riddle"
With these words, she stepped off the edge of the platform, plummeting to the depths of the planet-city like the piece of trash she had watched earlier that day. The knowledge that her daughter was safe made the pain from the mark burning black on her forearm almost bearable.
Kor-Ben Tai watched in horror as the strange woman plummeted to her death before he could stop her, but a voice inside told him that even if he had, it would have been of no use. Pondering her strange words, he opened the velvet bag. Though he didn't know it, the pendant was identical to the mark on the woman's arm: a skull with a snake protruding from the mouth like a tongue.
~*~*~
I'm assuming you all know about the Star Wars universe, this story being posted in the Star Wars section, but for those of you who are clueless as to who Rowling is, here are a few pointers that may help you understand this story better.
-JK Rowing is the author of the Harry Potter books. -The woman is from the Wizarding World. -The major bad guy in that world calls himself Lord Voldemort, but his real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, kind of like the Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker thing, even though he's probably closer to Palpatine on the evilness scale. He wants to rid the world of all Muggles and Muggle-born witches and wizards, and he can talk to snakes. -A muggle is someone non-magical -Voldemort's followers, called Death Eaters, have his Mark branded on their left forearm. It's usually red, but it burns black rather painfully when ever he summons them. It's called the Dark Mark, and it's in the shape of a skull with a snake protruding from the mouth like a tongue. -Apparition and Disapparition are a wizarding way of travelling. It's kind of like Teleportation, except with magic. How it works is you concentrate on your destination with your wand in hand, then the magic makes you disappear (disapparate) from wherever you were and appear (apparate) wherever you wanted to go.
Just to note, I based the description of Coruscant on the opening scenes of episode 2. I'm working under the assumption that not much would have changed in the thousand years between when my story is set and when the movie is set.
As for the quotes at the beginning, I don't own the movies, so I don't remember the exact words and I'm not absolutely sure they were said by the people I said they were. I think they're pretty close, but if anyone knows for sure the exact quote and who really said it, I'd appreciate it if you could let me know in your review.
