The Storyteller
Summary: "So you've come to hear the story, like many before you have, and I always knew you would...sit down my dear, this will be all night. But by the end you will know. Just like you always have. The tragedy that haunts each of us."
Rating: M, for later chapters.
Disclaimer: I'm sorry I do not own Star Wars? Do I?Oh wait nope, I don't. Wait? Yep, still don't.
Author's Note: This is a kind of interactive story, some surprises, some creativity liberties I'm taking. I think this will go on for awhile, and it's all supposed to take place in one night. I'm fairly very excited about this. Reviews areso very apperciated.Sit down andpull up a chair,The storyteller will be in shortly.
The afternoon sun swept across the meadow, the white painted clouds graced the light blue behind them, and in the meadow sat a girl. I found myself walking, not sure as of why, or of the task itself, but being drawn nonetheless. All of this was like this, drawn, unsure, and unplanned. I'd never felt it before.
The girl's face was the thing I was transfixed by most, her movements. She was sitting in the middle of the meadow, in a simple light blue dress. Her hair was long and golden, the sun catching pieces as it hung down her back to her hips.
Her skin was white, and porcelain looking and reaching out I looked at her. I realized then that she was beside me; I'd reached the spot where she sat picking wildflowers. She wasn't fazed, nor did she look at me.
"What's your name?" Kneeling down next to her I said in my softest whisper. Everything was so quiet and beautiful, and a mixture of the girl, the atmosphere, and this place made me want to whisper, as to not hurt the delicateness of it all.
She did not answer me at first and kept going about her task but finally looking up she looked straight at me. She wore a red painted lip and her eyes carried sadness, both hopeful and as if she'd seen far more than a girl of her age should've.
I didn't say anything else, but continued to be mesmerized and stunned. She looked at me straight in the eyes moments later,
"Amidala, my name is Amidala."
