Disclaimer: I don't own them; I'm only having a little fun. No harm done
right!?!
Summary: The daughter of General Rieekan is evacuated from Hoth. Her background makes it imperative to reach her new home before anyone realizes what she is. Before leaving Hoth she encounters the future Jedi, Luke Skywalker, and even though he doesn't know what she is he can still feel their connection. She must hide her identity as much as possible until she can reach her new guardian on Coruscant and fulfill the destiny of her race.
Daanahlin
Chapter 2 Who am I
There was a pause before the door opened, and Nanya was certain that who ever opened the door would not be surprised by what they found. There was a soft crack of an old fashioned lock being released, and the door slid open to reveal a young girl covered from head to toe in a white cloak almost identical to the one Nanya was wearing accept her face was shrouded in a semi transparent veil letting the shape of her face through, but nothing else. A curious smile showed through, and with only a softly spoken "come in" they were ushered into the foyer.
The soft click of the door closing sounded like thunder in the large marble encased room as it echoed off every wall. Smooth white covered every surface, and clean was an understatement. Immaculate would be the only proper description, and the warmth of the wood doors faded as the cold perfection and sheer emptiness of this too large space seeped into their bodies.
They followed the girl through the next set of doors into a large sitting area. There were windows that spanned the full height and width of the far wall showing a pristine garden showcasing a rare collection of tea roses. They were all blooming at once and the sight was breath taking. The room they were in had two story-vaulted ceilings, and the warm summer colors of the garden were used in its decoration making the room seem more an extension of garden than a separate space. The girl ushered them in and showed them where to sit before exiting silently through doors to the left leaving them alone.
Classical music played softly in the background, and Nanya felt as if she were safe for the first time since her mother had died all those years ago. She honestly hadn't even realized it until this very moment. She sat back on the couch noticing idly that the fabric covering it was a soft white covered in wisteria blooms matching the ones blooming on the far wall of the garden. Looking around proved to her that each piece of furniture was matched to something in the garden in some way but it was not over done. Elegant was what came to mind as she noticed some of the more thought out details.
Her mind kept drifting as they waited, and she found herself surprised when an older yet attractive woman cleared her throat softly, and then sat down across from them. What she said to her shocked her to the core.
"I have been expecting you for some time now Nanya. I am so glad you made it here safely. Your mother and I were quite close, and she confided in me a number of times about your welfare if something were to happen to her. When I heard of her death you might imagine how upset I was not only to loose her, but also to find you had disappeared shortly after. It is truly a blessing for you to be here today. Were you told anything about why you were to come here or any details about me at all?"
Nanya's shock faded away quickly, and was soon over come with curiosity though not forgetting to be cautious. She hadn't been told anything from her parents, but she knew that it was important to get Fiona out before any of her secrets were revealed. They were still practically strangers after all and she might try to lay some sort of claim on her if it turned out she was valuable. "My mother only gave me a card with the name Madame Hera and this address on it with instructions that I was to come here if anything were to happen to her. When she died father forbade me from leaving him so I stayed, but when he died I knew it was time to come here. Fiona was kind enough to assist me on my journey since there are a few things about me that seem to be troublesome." She hoped bringing up Fiona was enough of a hint.
It was, thankfully, and the two women talked for a bit before Fiona was politely escorted out with full passage to where ever she wished. The goodbyes were short, and Nanya sat down again hoping that the answers she had longed for would finally come.
Madame Hera gave her a knowing smile before she began. "Now, where to begin."
And so the day slipped away as Nanya listened intently as her background was explained, and her purpose made clear. Exausted wasn't even close to what she felt when she was ushered into what would become her home indefinitely, and she made quick use of the bath before allowing herself to completely relax and truly rest.
Feeling better than she had in a long time, Nanya woke the next morning fully rested and excited about her training. She hopped out of bed with a quiet giggle and bounced gracefully to her wardrobe where she stood for a moment taking pause before slowly opening the doors to peek inside. Since the day she was born her mother had dressed her in white and only white. She had never worn any other color. Even after she was gone her father had insisted that she keep wearing it without explanation. As the light fell on her new robes she was completely giddy. Nearly tearing the first one her hand touched as she pulled it from the wardrobe, Nanya bounced toward the full-length mirror in the corner of her spacious bedroom. Breathless with anticipation she slipped not so gracefully out of her white night dress and slid smoothly into the pale pink hooded robe.
She was in awe of her own reflection. She had always thought of herself as pale and washed out with little beauty not counting her stunning eyes, but with seeing her reflection for the first time in a robe with color she knew she had been wrong. The pink brought out the soft rose of her cheeks and lips as well as the soft gold of her skin. For the first time in her life she was happy with what she saw in the mirror.
What had been explained the day before had only been the tip of the iceberg according to Madame Hera. The reason her mother had insisted she wear white had been because she was an untrained, unclaimed, virgin under the age of 15. According to the Daanahlin laws from thousands of years ago anyone that fell under all of these conditions was to wear white and white only until training began. Even with the freeing of slaves when the Republic was formed the Daanahlin laws had stayed in place. They were slaves for a reason, and always well cared for by their masters.
Nanya contemplated that for a moment. "I'm a slave..." she whispered to no one in particular. The moment passed, and she pushed it to the back of her mind knowing that their were other much more important things to think about right then, and plenty of time to contemplate such things in the future.
oo0O0oo
Breakfast was interesting. She had never imagined that so many people lived in this house. It was more like a hotel with restaurant size dining room filled with men and women of all ages. Almost all of them seemed to be discussing Nanya in one way or another, and she was grateful Madam Hera had provided her with a matching veil to cover her face like the girl she had met the day before.
She ate quietly, sharing a table with three other girls that wore similar robes to her own without the veil. They watched her surreptitiously throughout the meal, and when she was about to stand from her seat the girl sitting to her right spoke to her quietly. "Are you really half?"
Nanya smiled faintly behind her veil in relief. She was glad that they were only curious. It fed her hopes of finally being able to have friends. This was where she belonged, and these were her people. A weight over her heart that had been there since her mother's death was gradually starting to lift.
"Yes. My mother was the only one to survive the fires of the laboratory and training facility on Alderaan. According to Madame Hera my mother was the secret reason Lord Vader destroyed Alderaan recently. He sought out as many of our kind as he could and destroyed them. The fact that my mother, a pure blood Daanahlin had escaped his wrath angered him. She was considered to be a threat to his plans for destruction of the Jedi. I think in the end he succeeded in killing all of the pure bloods including my mother. If he hadn't burned the Compound then my mother would have been bound to a Jedi, enabling her to live as long as he did, but through her life debt she was bound to my father. In the end she did not survive. Madame Hera says that I am luck my life debt is to a Jedi. If he wasn't then my fate would be the same as that of my mother."
The other girls looked at her in awe as she spoke and when she was finished the silence stretched. They ate quietly for the rest of the meal, each wondering how to break down the wall that seemed to be standing between them.
As they were leaving the table one of the three girls approached Nanya timidly before speaking, "I'm only 1/8th. I'm considered Daanahlin, but Madame says that I am to willful to be considered for choosing. I am more human than she had hoped when she took me in. I can feel why she is so excited about you though. Of all the slaves I've met old and young, you are different. There is power in you that they will all want. Your children will be very powerful. You must be careful.
"Jedi come secretly all the time to choose from the new ones or take one of us that has reached maturity. Madame will protect you, but you must make sure they never trap you or corner you. If they take your virginity then the life debt claim is forfeit. There are those that you would not want to be bound to. There is one in particular. He will want you. I know it. He's been waiting for one that has what you have. None of us like him so we will help you hide, but he is powerful. It will be difficult."
Nanya listened intently to all of what the girl said. She felt so safe here, and to think that someone could get to her suddenly terrified her. Her whole life had been about hiding from those that might hurt her. Even when she didn't know what she was it was always made clear that she had to be kept from certain people. It was a relief to know that these girls would help her even if only to hide her when she needed to be hidden.
"Thank you. I don't really understand everything that's happening right now, it's all so sudden. I really needed to know I'm not alone here. I...I'm just glad you accept me. I've always been different. I've never really had any friends before..."
The other girl took her hand and squeezed it gently to let her know she understood. "We're all different, but you're one of us now so you don't ever have to be alone again. I'm Sarah. We'll be taking all of our classes together since we're the same age and at the same level so we'll be together a lot. I'll make sure you're safe."
Sarah gave her hand one more squeeze, and then pulled her over to introduce the other two girls. Their names were Issabeau and Kirei. They were both polite, and much more suitable to be slaves than Sarah and Nanya was beginning to see why Sarah would have a hard time.
It didn't take long for the four of them to become close friends. Classes began immediately, and Nanya learned quickly that being a slave did not mean that she was going to be ignorant. It was made clear from the beginning that she was to be her master's companion throughout life. Jedi were no allowed wives or any traditional form of family so she would essentially be her master's lover, wife, friend, companion, and fill any other role he might desire. These things would include serving all of her master's needs, but since the Daanahlin were engineered to be monogamous as well as obedient the relationship would definitely be lasting. There were other details of the Daanahlin that she hadn't learned yet, but it was clear that what ever they were they would only add to the fact that when she is claimed by her master, they would be together for the rest of his life.
End of chapter 2 Feedback is appreciated. Thanks.
Summary: The daughter of General Rieekan is evacuated from Hoth. Her background makes it imperative to reach her new home before anyone realizes what she is. Before leaving Hoth she encounters the future Jedi, Luke Skywalker, and even though he doesn't know what she is he can still feel their connection. She must hide her identity as much as possible until she can reach her new guardian on Coruscant and fulfill the destiny of her race.
Daanahlin
Chapter 2 Who am I
There was a pause before the door opened, and Nanya was certain that who ever opened the door would not be surprised by what they found. There was a soft crack of an old fashioned lock being released, and the door slid open to reveal a young girl covered from head to toe in a white cloak almost identical to the one Nanya was wearing accept her face was shrouded in a semi transparent veil letting the shape of her face through, but nothing else. A curious smile showed through, and with only a softly spoken "come in" they were ushered into the foyer.
The soft click of the door closing sounded like thunder in the large marble encased room as it echoed off every wall. Smooth white covered every surface, and clean was an understatement. Immaculate would be the only proper description, and the warmth of the wood doors faded as the cold perfection and sheer emptiness of this too large space seeped into their bodies.
They followed the girl through the next set of doors into a large sitting area. There were windows that spanned the full height and width of the far wall showing a pristine garden showcasing a rare collection of tea roses. They were all blooming at once and the sight was breath taking. The room they were in had two story-vaulted ceilings, and the warm summer colors of the garden were used in its decoration making the room seem more an extension of garden than a separate space. The girl ushered them in and showed them where to sit before exiting silently through doors to the left leaving them alone.
Classical music played softly in the background, and Nanya felt as if she were safe for the first time since her mother had died all those years ago. She honestly hadn't even realized it until this very moment. She sat back on the couch noticing idly that the fabric covering it was a soft white covered in wisteria blooms matching the ones blooming on the far wall of the garden. Looking around proved to her that each piece of furniture was matched to something in the garden in some way but it was not over done. Elegant was what came to mind as she noticed some of the more thought out details.
Her mind kept drifting as they waited, and she found herself surprised when an older yet attractive woman cleared her throat softly, and then sat down across from them. What she said to her shocked her to the core.
"I have been expecting you for some time now Nanya. I am so glad you made it here safely. Your mother and I were quite close, and she confided in me a number of times about your welfare if something were to happen to her. When I heard of her death you might imagine how upset I was not only to loose her, but also to find you had disappeared shortly after. It is truly a blessing for you to be here today. Were you told anything about why you were to come here or any details about me at all?"
Nanya's shock faded away quickly, and was soon over come with curiosity though not forgetting to be cautious. She hadn't been told anything from her parents, but she knew that it was important to get Fiona out before any of her secrets were revealed. They were still practically strangers after all and she might try to lay some sort of claim on her if it turned out she was valuable. "My mother only gave me a card with the name Madame Hera and this address on it with instructions that I was to come here if anything were to happen to her. When she died father forbade me from leaving him so I stayed, but when he died I knew it was time to come here. Fiona was kind enough to assist me on my journey since there are a few things about me that seem to be troublesome." She hoped bringing up Fiona was enough of a hint.
It was, thankfully, and the two women talked for a bit before Fiona was politely escorted out with full passage to where ever she wished. The goodbyes were short, and Nanya sat down again hoping that the answers she had longed for would finally come.
Madame Hera gave her a knowing smile before she began. "Now, where to begin."
And so the day slipped away as Nanya listened intently as her background was explained, and her purpose made clear. Exausted wasn't even close to what she felt when she was ushered into what would become her home indefinitely, and she made quick use of the bath before allowing herself to completely relax and truly rest.
Feeling better than she had in a long time, Nanya woke the next morning fully rested and excited about her training. She hopped out of bed with a quiet giggle and bounced gracefully to her wardrobe where she stood for a moment taking pause before slowly opening the doors to peek inside. Since the day she was born her mother had dressed her in white and only white. She had never worn any other color. Even after she was gone her father had insisted that she keep wearing it without explanation. As the light fell on her new robes she was completely giddy. Nearly tearing the first one her hand touched as she pulled it from the wardrobe, Nanya bounced toward the full-length mirror in the corner of her spacious bedroom. Breathless with anticipation she slipped not so gracefully out of her white night dress and slid smoothly into the pale pink hooded robe.
She was in awe of her own reflection. She had always thought of herself as pale and washed out with little beauty not counting her stunning eyes, but with seeing her reflection for the first time in a robe with color she knew she had been wrong. The pink brought out the soft rose of her cheeks and lips as well as the soft gold of her skin. For the first time in her life she was happy with what she saw in the mirror.
What had been explained the day before had only been the tip of the iceberg according to Madame Hera. The reason her mother had insisted she wear white had been because she was an untrained, unclaimed, virgin under the age of 15. According to the Daanahlin laws from thousands of years ago anyone that fell under all of these conditions was to wear white and white only until training began. Even with the freeing of slaves when the Republic was formed the Daanahlin laws had stayed in place. They were slaves for a reason, and always well cared for by their masters.
Nanya contemplated that for a moment. "I'm a slave..." she whispered to no one in particular. The moment passed, and she pushed it to the back of her mind knowing that their were other much more important things to think about right then, and plenty of time to contemplate such things in the future.
oo0O0oo
Breakfast was interesting. She had never imagined that so many people lived in this house. It was more like a hotel with restaurant size dining room filled with men and women of all ages. Almost all of them seemed to be discussing Nanya in one way or another, and she was grateful Madam Hera had provided her with a matching veil to cover her face like the girl she had met the day before.
She ate quietly, sharing a table with three other girls that wore similar robes to her own without the veil. They watched her surreptitiously throughout the meal, and when she was about to stand from her seat the girl sitting to her right spoke to her quietly. "Are you really half?"
Nanya smiled faintly behind her veil in relief. She was glad that they were only curious. It fed her hopes of finally being able to have friends. This was where she belonged, and these were her people. A weight over her heart that had been there since her mother's death was gradually starting to lift.
"Yes. My mother was the only one to survive the fires of the laboratory and training facility on Alderaan. According to Madame Hera my mother was the secret reason Lord Vader destroyed Alderaan recently. He sought out as many of our kind as he could and destroyed them. The fact that my mother, a pure blood Daanahlin had escaped his wrath angered him. She was considered to be a threat to his plans for destruction of the Jedi. I think in the end he succeeded in killing all of the pure bloods including my mother. If he hadn't burned the Compound then my mother would have been bound to a Jedi, enabling her to live as long as he did, but through her life debt she was bound to my father. In the end she did not survive. Madame Hera says that I am luck my life debt is to a Jedi. If he wasn't then my fate would be the same as that of my mother."
The other girls looked at her in awe as she spoke and when she was finished the silence stretched. They ate quietly for the rest of the meal, each wondering how to break down the wall that seemed to be standing between them.
As they were leaving the table one of the three girls approached Nanya timidly before speaking, "I'm only 1/8th. I'm considered Daanahlin, but Madame says that I am to willful to be considered for choosing. I am more human than she had hoped when she took me in. I can feel why she is so excited about you though. Of all the slaves I've met old and young, you are different. There is power in you that they will all want. Your children will be very powerful. You must be careful.
"Jedi come secretly all the time to choose from the new ones or take one of us that has reached maturity. Madame will protect you, but you must make sure they never trap you or corner you. If they take your virginity then the life debt claim is forfeit. There are those that you would not want to be bound to. There is one in particular. He will want you. I know it. He's been waiting for one that has what you have. None of us like him so we will help you hide, but he is powerful. It will be difficult."
Nanya listened intently to all of what the girl said. She felt so safe here, and to think that someone could get to her suddenly terrified her. Her whole life had been about hiding from those that might hurt her. Even when she didn't know what she was it was always made clear that she had to be kept from certain people. It was a relief to know that these girls would help her even if only to hide her when she needed to be hidden.
"Thank you. I don't really understand everything that's happening right now, it's all so sudden. I really needed to know I'm not alone here. I...I'm just glad you accept me. I've always been different. I've never really had any friends before..."
The other girl took her hand and squeezed it gently to let her know she understood. "We're all different, but you're one of us now so you don't ever have to be alone again. I'm Sarah. We'll be taking all of our classes together since we're the same age and at the same level so we'll be together a lot. I'll make sure you're safe."
Sarah gave her hand one more squeeze, and then pulled her over to introduce the other two girls. Their names were Issabeau and Kirei. They were both polite, and much more suitable to be slaves than Sarah and Nanya was beginning to see why Sarah would have a hard time.
It didn't take long for the four of them to become close friends. Classes began immediately, and Nanya learned quickly that being a slave did not mean that she was going to be ignorant. It was made clear from the beginning that she was to be her master's companion throughout life. Jedi were no allowed wives or any traditional form of family so she would essentially be her master's lover, wife, friend, companion, and fill any other role he might desire. These things would include serving all of her master's needs, but since the Daanahlin were engineered to be monogamous as well as obedient the relationship would definitely be lasting. There were other details of the Daanahlin that she hadn't learned yet, but it was clear that what ever they were they would only add to the fact that when she is claimed by her master, they would be together for the rest of his life.
End of chapter 2 Feedback is appreciated. Thanks.