Chapter One
Earthia
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A/N: How'dya like it so far? Keep reading, I PROMISE you its one of those stories everything makes sense so far.
"I will do anything you say, master. Just please, don't let anything happen to her..."
I dropped to my knees as these words escaped my mouth. And not out of respect.
The world began to spin. It was as if someone had put me in a washing machine and turned it on. Blackness spun around the corners of my vision, and a roaring in my ears began. I heard a tiny moan, I think it was myself, and heard the faint cackle of Darth Sidious in front of me. I closed my eyes, and gave myself in to this torture.
BLAM.
I opened my eyes, and saw blue sky dotted with clouds.
I closed my eyes again.
Preparing to wake up to the hideous Sidious, I opened them.
The sky was still there.
I listened. There was silence, except for birds chirping in some far off trees. I raised my head just over my chest. There were no trees. In fact, I guessed, the birds probably had to be miles off, and it was just so quiet that they echoed.
The sweet grass brushed me, and when I sat up, I saw I had left an imprint. I pinched myself. Ow. Not a dream.
Despite my beautiful surroundings, I was terrified. Thousands of questions ran through my head. I was on my feet in a matter of minutes, lightsaber out.
There was nothing but hills, birds, grass, and me. I listened to the silence, before pulling my hair.
Ow. It officially wasn't a dream.
I thought about what I could've done so that I was condemned here. I had given myself to the Dark...
No.
I hadn't.
I was a Jedi. I'd never do that. Never.
The thought led a mental assault on my mind. In seconds, I was back on the grass, pulling at my head and feeling ready to die. I held the lightsaber above my neck. I didn't. I couldn't have. But I did.
"It's okay... Please, it's alright now."
The woman's voice startled me. The lightsaber that had been ready to kill me was now aimed at the direction from which the voice came. I looked up.
The woman had her hands up, clearly unarmed. She was about 24, with longbrown hair. Her eyes were blue, and she wore the weirdest clothing I've ever seen. They were what she called 'jeans' and a 'tank-top.'
She was pretty, but my eyes were only for Padme.
She put a hand on my back and gave me a pat. "What's your name?"
I felt like a child again. "Anakin."
A pause, and she made a motion to continue.
"Skywalker."
There was an awkward silence, and I wondered if it was possible she'd heard of me and hated me. But, no, she smiled and held out her hand. "My name's Des-Edri."
I sat back. "Do you happen to know where we are?"I asked.
She smiled. "You're in Earthia."
I looked at her curiously. I'd never heard of Earthia before. "Is that a planet?"
She nodded, then shook her head. "It's weird," she told me, "It is and it isn't."
"What?"
"Although everything you feel here is real, it isn't. What you are sitting on right now is not a physical planet."
I jumped to conclusions. "So I'm...dead?"
Des-Edri chuckled to herself. "Not yet."