Chren was sitting on the floor. There was nothing to do. Chren's mind was racing ideas, thoughts, and emotions, but he couldn't do anything. The place he was in was empty, not even a way to let out even a wink of his ideas. He didn't know what to do. Ever since he was brought to this underwater city he'd only had a sense of hopelessness.
Ah… Before the constant water and clicking. Chren loved what his life was like before now. There was nothing to worry about. He had a nice house, an amazing bed, and good education. Now, he realizes that he shouldn't have taken those things for granted. Oh, and his family. Oh, how he misses his family. The way they hugged him tight, the way they cared for him, they even spoke Basic properly. There would never be something like that here. Chren didn't even know how he was still alive; the Gungans couldn't care less about the Naboo. Although, that statement does contradict itself, as they also live on Naboo, making them Naboo themselves.
Chren's adoptive parents did not talk to him much. Chren wasn't wanted here. Or anywhere. His parents would come to his door on occasion to scold him, but nothing more. There was only one thing he wished more than his life to return to what it once was; to feel loved. This may be a safe place, a place to sleep and eat, but there was no love. Without love, there is nothing.
Chren heard a banging on the door. "Wesa comin' in!" exclaimed his mother, in Gunganese.
Gunganese. Chren never liked the language. It was a messed up form of Basic. It was hard for him to understand at first, but now it's become second nature. Basic was his native tongue, but if you weren't a Gungan you could have bet a million credits that Gunganese was his first language. He had the accent, the grammar, he even had that messed up way of writing. But that doesn't change it, in his mind, Gunganese was the worst language in existence.
"Why yousa have to be a-comin' in here?" Chren replied, puzzled. During his reminiscing, he was not able to hear the banging.
"Yousa has un visitor," his father replied. Now Chren was more confused. Who would be wanting to see him? It was unfathomable! He rushed over to the door and opened it, excitement coursing through his veins in equal amounts as blood.
When he opened the door, his mother and father were standing there. "Whosa bein' here to meet mesa?" Chren asked. They stood out of the way, and a tall man stood before him. It was a human, brown hair and white skin, tan garments running from his shoulders to his kneecaps.
"Hello, child. You're coming with me."