Chapter IV
Han sat, alone, in his cabin. he had left the commands of the Falcon to Lando and, if all occurred as envisaged, they would arrive on Corellia in less than two hours. As for now, the ex-smuggler needed to be alone, alone with memories hidden at the bottom of his heart. He had never really spoke about his past to anyone. Even Chewie, his best friend, had been unaware of the existence of Mayra.
Mayra... The only memory he kept of his sister was the image of a charming young girl with longs braids and eyes of jade. He had missed her during those 14 years. Fourteen years... Lots of things had occurred in 14 years. He took a box under his bed and opened it. A drawing that a very young Mayra had made was still in there. A pink ribbon was also preciously stored there... He remembered his mother patiently braiding his sister's long hair. "Patience is the first quality of a jedi" had said his mother. If only she hadn't been a jedi! He then started to play with the ribbon, thinking of the day when, fourteen years ago, he had left Corellia.
Mayra was in the library of the Solo's villa when she heard her brother Han violent fight with Drake Krane. She hidded behind the door to see what was happening.
Han: Not! Is this so hard to understand? I'm not him and I would never be him!
Drake: Han you do not have the choice, it is your future!
Han: My future! It is certainly not the future which I had in mind! I made this political studies to please aunt Adena. Now you announce me that I have to run for the presidency of Corellia? Come on Drake I'm nothing but a diplomat! With me everything can be arranges with a blow of blaster! If I had the choice I would have followed Kyle and I would have integrated the black-ops!
Drake: The son of the late president of Corellia member of the black-ops! Come on Han, you are intended for more than that!
Han: Who are you to told me what to do with my life? You are neither my father, nor my uncle! You only see in me one way of reaching the presidency, to revive the past glory. You simply need my name. What had you told me about my name? Ah yes, it could open me all the doors. I would rather say that it could carry you to the power.
At this point Krane slapped Han in the face. Still hidding behind the doors, Mayra let escape a small cry.
Drake: I will not allow you to talk to me on this tone, young man!
Han: I don't owe you anything Krane! And your hope of politic will fall, I'm leaving!
He then climb the stairs to the second floor. Mayra left her hiding-place and took the same way as her brother. She went in her room and started to make her luggage. In less than three minutes she had finished and she went to join Han in his room.
Mayra: I'm ready Han! Where are we going?
The young man turn around, surprised to see his sister in the door frame.
Han: Hey princess, what are you doing?
Mayra: I'm waiting! You told Drake that you were leaving... I'm ready!
He had not envisaged that! But he couldn't leave her behind.
Han: Listen princess... I'll leave first, but I'll come back! I don't know when, but I promise I'll come back for you!
The small girl eyes filled with tears as she throw herself in her big brother arms. He then drop a light kiss on her forehead before removing the pink ribbon of her hair.
Han: Promise meto never forget who you are! And be nice to aunt Adena...
Mayra: I promise. I love you Han!
Han: I know, I love you too princess!
He had never returned. What a pitiful brother he made. He put the drawing and the ribbon back in the box and left the cabin. He was finally going to hold his promise, with fourteen years of delay, but he was still going to hold his promise.
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