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I am completely new to this, so it would be great if some of you could read and review my story. Of course I hope you all enjoy it.
I also have to admit that I am no native English speaker, let alone writer, so any corrections on grammar, vocabulary, idioms etc. are most welcome! I am trying to learn, so don't spare me any criticism. Thanks to all of you!
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3. Awakening
She was a baby in her mother's womb. Red warmth, pressing constriction. Screams, far away. She was being born.
Anakin held Padmé's hand while the priest was blessing the two of them. They kissed and the young girl – their only maid of honour besides two droids – felt her heart rise. If only she would be as happy as they were on the day of her marriage!
She was on board a starcruiser on the way to Coruscant.
Obi-Wan visited Padmé in her flat.
The Jedi-Temple was burning.
The pictures that flashed over her mind started to change faster, more and more incoherent.
A battle droid levelled its gun at her.
Lightsabers buzzed up, hit each other with angry, humming noises.
Her sister left her to start her service for the senator.
C-3P0, talking to Padmé.
Anakin and Obi-Wan. The chancellor and Padmé. The senate. The senator of Alderaan.
Naboo's lake country.
The queen of Naboo.
Faster and faster, faster and faster the pictures changed, the emotions changed.
Master Yoda. Master Windu.
They flashed up and vanished, before the girl could tell what she was seeing: A memory? The here and now? A dream?
All illusions. Just imaginations?
A battle rampaged over Coruscant. A storm swept across Alderaan. Anakin, as a Padawan. As a bodyguard.
Padmé, queen of Naboo. A wookie with an ammunition belt. What was happening here? Had she ever met a wookie?
Separatist droids fought agains clones.
Her mother kissed her on her forehead. Clones charged the Jedi temple. Obi-Wan as a fugitive. Her father, he took her into his arms, threw her upwards. Was that really her, with the cute brown braids?
She was smuggling information, working for the democracy's continuity. Her sister in the lake country. Herself on a swing, two years old. Darth Vader entering the flat. Where was Padmé?
Her father, crying at her mother's grave. A white room filled with flashing lights on instruments that were unknown to her. Glowing carbonite covered a screaming girl while people in white scrubs were watching her magnetized… no help… A lasergun in her hand, battledroids closing in on her. A process, they adjudged her guilt. Darkness. Cries, her mother was crying. Father's grave. Padmé's son, struggling in her arms. Senator Organa, he left her, a child on his arms…
When had that happened? Were those really all her own memories? All her own?
Obi-Wan smiled at her, she wanted to follow him… and was again at that process, trying to defend herself…
Finally the turbulence had slowed down and even become more orderly. Then it suddenly just stopped.
She opened her eyes, but she could not see. Despite the maddening pain in every limp she dozed off, unable to move. She woke up two times, only to find the world a confusing chaos of dark schemes, growing clearer only slowly. It was the third time for her to wake up when she finally could make out her surroundings.
She was lying in a cool room on her back. The walls were grey and uniform. Carefully she based herself on her arms. At once the wrists started to hurt more than ever. She sat up, looking about the torn up areas of her skin, surrounding her wrists like red handcuffs. Where was she? What had happened? Confused she shook her head. What had actually happened?