In the wake of the night, as starlight twinkled high in the skies, growing ever more faint like little flames withering without the oxygen needed to keep them aflame, the earliest sunbeams of morning fell over the rolling hills surrounding Mytoro, a quiet, peaceful village. The village, mostly a farmer's village, with the exception of one family, slowly woke as the sunlight started to fill the dark streets. A certain family, the sole family that wasn't involved in farming, lived in a large manor at the far end of the village, north of the village center. The manor was walled, in order to keep the, in comparison to the rich family, poor farmers outside of their private domain. Within the walls, beautiful gardens decorated the white house, its windows were blinded, allowing the people inside to look outwards, but not the other way around; all of it was in line with the wishes of the inhabitants, the Chron family. Yrus Chron had, in keeping with family tradition, served the House of Organa his entire life, as they had been a small house under the protection of the House of Organa. As reward for his service, Yrus received the manor in Mytoro. Over the course of many centuries, the Chron family kept serving the Organas, now as the supervisors of the small farmer village. Over time, the Chron family started to develop some unhealthy pretentions, nearly resulting in a feud between the Organas and the Chrons. Yroo Chron was able to avert a conflict, but the Organas would hold a grudge against the Chrons.

But that was a long time ago, more than five generations. All what remained from that time was the strained relation between the Chrons and Organas, who had revoked their protection of the Chron family. But the Chrons didn't need that protection anymore, or so they thought, as they didn't involve themselves in politics anymore, keeping to Mytoro and hardly ever leaving the area. Ylo Chron, the patriarch of the family, would visit Coruscant on rare occasions, to be updated on the food supplies of the planet-city, as even though a rift remained between House Organa and Chron, Mytoro was able to provide a lot of food for Coruscant if need be.

Due to Yroo's doings, Ylo had nothing to really worry about, aside from the troubles of everyday life. As his family was safe in its isolation, and his bloodline was secure through his young son, the Chrons would at least remain for another century, and he and his wife were still in good health. Fourteen years earlier, that had been different. Sure, he and his wife were in good health then, but he had no sons, only daughters. Daughters, however, would not be able to continue the bloodline, and the family name would have been lost to history. Oh how much Jayn Organa would have liked to see that happen. But history took a different turn as Ylio was born, a son to safeguard the Chron legacy, which in turn of course, was quite the disappointment in Jayn Organa's eyes. But Jayn could not prevent that little Ylio grew up, enjoying the riches of his family, hardly ever leaving the grounds of his home. Ylo preferred it that way; he and his wife feared the day that their son would leave the premises into the village. If some sort of danger would befall him, it would devastate them and the family. After a time though, it seemed those fears were ungrounded, because Ylio would leave the safety of the gardens from time to time after his tenth birthday, to scurry through the streets of the village and even play with the farmer children. Of course, he would only be able to play with the youngest children during harvest, because the other children would work on the fields with their parents. Ylo had tried to change that in the past, he tried to abolish all kinds of child labor, but parents and children alike refused to give in. They enjoyed working on the fields, they enjoyed it more than receiving education, or playing with other children.

The morning was like every other morning, Ylo would wake up, get dressed, order his servants to serve breakfast and wake the rest of his family, after which he would prepare himself for another day of work. Looking out of the windows of his office, he saw the farmers leave their homes, along with their children who had the proper age, to go to the fields as it was time to harvest the crops. It wouldn't be long, soon Ylo would have to check up on the farmers and their granaries. It was his task after all, to be up to date on how much food the farmers would have in stock. But the farmers weren't the only ones to leave their homes, so it seemed, as Ylo was alerted by the movement of an opening gate; to be precise, the gate to his house. From his office, Ylo saw his son running for the gate as the gap between gate and wall grew, eventually disappearing behind the walls as he ran through. Having grown used to this ritual, Ylo couldn't suppress a smile as he left the office, to enjoy his breakfast.

Ylio had wandered off, leaving the borders of the village behind him. He had done so before, multiple times actually, to a little creek, flowing as far as the eye could see. The cold water splashed against a few rocks in the middle of the stream, little froglike creatures jumped around, while Ylio tried to catch them. He had to do something to keep himself entertained after all, apart from what other boys his age would do, but that he wouldn't do out in the open. The harvest season had grown boring, because all the other children would work on the fields, leaving him alone. No guys or girls to chat with, no one in the streets to prank. He wondered how his father had survived for so long, through so many harvest seasons, without siblings, without friends. Siblings, something he had, but his father never had. Not that his siblings could entertain him at the moment, his four sisters had married with men from other noble houses. Besides, they were far too old to understand him, Ylio viewed them as if they were four extra mothers. He threw himself on his back, his head resting on the fresh grass, which were still a bit moist, even though the sun would set soon. He looked at the sky, wondering what wonders would lie beyond that sea of blue. His father told him a bit about Coruscant, where, from most places, the sky wouldn't even be able to be seen. But Alderaan was all Ylio knew, and from what he knew a great desire to see what was beyond Alderaan for himself grew within him. The simple life of living in the fields, watching the farmers come and go, just wasn't something that appealed him. But his father would never allow him to leave, he would start blabbering about family duty, legacy and all that, as if legacy and duty were things that interested Ylio. He hardly understood what his father meant with it, and that was proof enough that it was of little importance, at least, to Ylio. And there was something about the Organas, but Ylio couldn't fathom why the Organas had anything to do with him, or him going somewhere that was not Alderaan. He had tried asking for an explanation, but all his father would do was to direct him to the library, pressing him to read up on the history between House Organa and House Chron. Ylio knew the tale, by heart even, but still, he had no idea why the near full-blown feud between the two houses would impact him, centuries after the event. House Organa had no dealing with House Chron, House Chron had no dealings with House Organa, so why did the history between the two houses prevent him from travelling to other planets, to live life to the fullest? It had posed problems before as well, because his parents, his mother mostly, used it as an argument to keep Ylio in the confinements of the gardens. As if something horrible would happen if he were to tread outside, into the village. After a lot of nagging and whining, Ylio had won his father over, allowing him to explore the village and play there. The gardens were just too boring, but he found out that the village, and even the surroundings of the village, were no difference. Too soon, the village grew boring, and the boredom would reach a climax during the harvest season, since the only thing interesting about the village, the other children, would be out of grasp.

He heaved a sigh, playing with the grass, plucking it out of the muddy soil and throwing it into the air, watching it flutter around. He closed his eyes, imagining far away worlds, life-forms that would never be able to exists outside of his imagination, and adventures he would experience were he to leave Alderaan. The planets, life-forms and people he would meet had no names, everything he encountered had no identity, but the picture of it all was enough for Ylio, enough to make him yearn even more to live what he imagined, to encounter what he could only dream about.

A soft hum took Ylio back to reality. He opened his eyes and looked around, bewildered, as it was a sound he'd never heard before. High up in the sky, he saw a small spacecraft coming towards him. Or so it seemed, in fact, the spacecraft set out to land at the eastern end of the village, where the landing platform was, but Ylio didn't realize that. He had never dealt with spacecraft, even though his father had made use of spaceships in the past. To be fair, his father hadn't left Alderaan ever since Ylio was born, and there was no reason for the farmers to own a spaceship, let alone use it, nor was there a reason for a dignitary to visit Mytoro.

As the spaceship passed overhead, Ylio jumped up to chase the flying marvel. In his head, in his imagination, the piece of flying technology was being incorporated, as the main means of transportation. Even though the ship had a name in reality, though it couldn't be read from the distance it was, the ship remained nameless in Ylio's head. Names didn't matter to him, the faces, the outlines, the picture, that was what mattered. He never had run so fast as he did that day, speeding through the fields, over hills, towards the village, where he saw the spaceship land. As he got closer, the name of the ship became more readable.

"JMC-VA01."

He nearly slipped as he turned around a corner, into one of the many alleyways of the village, but with effort, he remained on his feet, still running at high speed. However, it had distracted him thusly, that he failed to notice the man in the middle of the alleyway, bumping into him with so much force that he was flung backwards, almost out of the alleyway. Dazed, and rubbing his sore behind, teeth clenched and narrowing his eyelids , Ylio tried to suppress the pain he felt, but more importantly, tried to suppress the tears that were starting to well up in his eyes. Tears of shock, not of pain, he had been in pain before, worse pain, but he had never been shocked like this. He tried to apologize, but further than a half-cried out "sorry", he couldn't get.

The man, who's silhouette Ylio could only see due to the darkness of the alley, huffed, grumbled, and rubbed his belly, into which Ylio had bumped; surprisingly, the man was still on his feet.

"You are excused, kid, though I would very much appreciate it if you'd avoid bumping into me another time."

"O-of course sir," Ylio answered, making a few fast-paced nodding motions, before jumping to his feet. He paced past the man, avoiding every sort of contact, feeling his jaws heat up in shame. As he was about to leave the alleyway to see the spaceship he'd been chasing, the man turned towards him, calling after him:

"Wait a minute kid!"

Ylio stopped in his tracks, feeling slightly frightened, as he expected some sort of punishment for what he did.

"Do you know who is in charge of this village?"

Ylio heaved a sigh of relief, turning around, still slightly fearful, hesitantly telling the man that he knew exactly who was in charge, leaving out that it was his father who the man was searching.

"Could you bring me to him?"

Ylio nodded, again hesitantly. He gestured the man to follow him, which the man did, as Ylio turned around the corner once, twice, and another time, onto the main street of the village, towards the manor that was his home. He was silent, as was the man, though Ylio had the idea that the man was watching him, his every movement, as if he wanted something off him. He tried to shake it off, leading the man through the gate, into the garden, towards the doors to Ylo's office. It seemed that the latter had noticed, as the doors opened before Ylio and the man had gotten to it. Ylo approached the two, being on his guard as if he was expecting some sort of danger.

"Who is this man, son?"

The question sparked something in the eyes of the man, Ylio noticed. It wasn't anger, nor disappointment, nor recognition, but more something that could be described as realization. Ylio however, interpreted it as anger, taking a step away from the man, and slightly towards his father.

"This man wished to speak with you, dad," Ylio answered in honesty, affirming the relation between him and his father to the man, again, feeling a bit ashamed . He didn't get why he felt that way, as if it was a bad thing that he kept the fact behind that he was the son of the village's supervisor. The man hadn't asked after all…

"Is this true?" Ylo inquired.

"Very much so."

The man's words were articulated and stretched, casting a mysterious sauce over those simple words. A chill went through Ylio's spine, who, without another apology or even a simple "goodbye", ran into the manor, leaving the man and his father.