Ch.4—A "Dreamy" Result
Darkness. Then, light. Then, a scene flashed before her eyes. A meadow.
"I don't know…" the young woman muttered under her breath teasingly. She was the same woman from the previous dream, but she wasn't pregnant. Her beautiful brunette curls bounced about her shoulders. Her doe-brown eyes danced with those of the one sitting just across from her. He was young, handsome, and his clear blue eyes were breathtaking. You could tell just by a single glance, that he cared so much for this beautiful lady. He could barely take his eyes off of her.
"You just don't want to tell me," he said. They smiled at each other. They giggled. The scene disappeared into a fuzzy, blue blur. Now, a new scene unfolded itself. A dim scene. There was a long tunnel, and a two people standing in a low cart. Two chained people. The same two people from before.
The man looked at her lovingly and spoke.
"Don't be afraid," he said. The woman looked at him.
"I'm not afraid to die." The man looked away, until she spoke again.
"I've been dying a little bit each day since you came back into my life." The man looked up, curious and confused.
"What are you talking about?"
"I love you," she said sincerely.
"You love me?" he asked, gaping for the right reaction. There was a pause. A longing. A…a…
"Leia, get up sweetie," Breha shook her daughter awake.
"No, mommy," she said, stuffing her face under her pillow.
"But daddy is waiting for us at the breakfast table," Breha said. "Half the day is gone…you never sleep this late." Leia looked up at her mother. She looked into her eyes and saw the love. This is not my mother…
"Breha, why am I here?" Leia asked. Breha's eyes went wide.
"Sweety, what are you getting at?" she asked, worried.
"You're not my mother, and I want to know who is," Leia said, with determined eyes. Breha looked away. She let a stray tear fall down her face.
"Breha," she said.
"I don't know, Leia," she said, holding her face tenderly. "I have nothing to say." Leia looked down upon her bed, and brushed her hand against it.
"Does daddy know?" she asked. Breha was silent.
"Yes," Breha said crying. She ran out of the room.
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"Bail Organa! Who are you and why can't you tell me?" Breha shouted at her husband, who was reclining in the living room. He looked up at her and stared sincerely.
"Your daughter knows I am not her mother, and it is clearly from her dreams. So, if she knows, and you know, and she doesn't understand, and you do…tell me, or so help me, I will leave you," she said, letting the tears fall freely. Bail stood up and embraced his wife.
"Do you remember Anakin Skywalker? The young boy from Tattoine who saved the Jedi's necks and became one of them?" he asked sincerely. Breha sat down on a nearby chair.
"Yes," she said.
"And do you remember the beautiful, young maiden who was the queen of Naboo and later the Senator?"
"Miss Amidala?" Breha questioned. Bail nodded.
"They married."
"Oh," she said. Suddenly it was all so clear to Breha. She didn't know the back-up story, but maybe she didn't have to. It was clear enough. Jedi. Senator. Forbidden love. Pressure. Yes, there were still some things she was unclear about, but she didn't have to know it all right now.
"They are Leia's parents," Bail said. She hugged him.
"Thank-you," she said.
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"Breha," Leia said, creeping into the room. Breha and Bail looked up. "Tell me about my real mommy," she said. Breha looked away, and nearly cried. Bail's eyes flew open, but then he turned to his wife, and whispered sweetly into her ear.
"It's alright. We can do this…together." Breha smiled, and turned toward her daughter.
"Come her sweetie," she said. Leia excited herself, and bound onto Breha's lap. She whispered into her ear. "I love you, mommy."
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