Xanquor (A pretty name I thought up on the spot!)
A girl woke up to hearing her own heartbeat. Soft, rhythmitic beating, her small, five year old body shook as she looked at her hands as if she's never seen hands before. She lightly touches her face and traces her nose and eyes.
A huge, steel container sits on her chest. It's not very heavy, so with only little resistance did she push it off of her fragile body, feeling as if a huge weight got lifted off of her chest. SLowly, she gets up to her feet. Their shaking, but she doesn't know with what. She has to use her hands to push herself up as a hard throw of dizziness hits her. Her head pounds inside of her skull and her fragile figure slowly gets up. The room is kind of warm, but was gradually starting to get hot.
With light footsteps, she makes a footstep on the ground, her heart beating so fast, she can barely move. Then, as she inspects the room, she continues walking until she slips on something and bumps her head. She gasps and holds her head, which makes the pain multiply by a thousand. Her breathing as ragged as she looks for what she tripped on.
She sees a silver object, long and majestic, staring at her. The girl didn't know what came over to her, but she reached for it. It was fate. She grabs it and feels it's somewhat familiar rough edges. Then, she looks at it, inspecting edge to edge light the curious five year old she was. Some lettering is on it, but her memory is foggy and she can't quite seem to read yet. Weird lines drawn on there by force.
Then she hears a noise. She freezes and looks around to see that there was a long line. She frowns and lightly pulls at it. It's hot in that tiny room, and she knew being too hot was a bad thing. Somehow, she knew.
"Mommy!" A voice shouted. Young and childish. The little girl trapped in that room didn't quite know why, but she somehow felt a pull of jealously at that little girl. Somehow, she felt a string of jealousy at the little girl she didn't know.
"Mommy! Look, a crashed ship!" She shouts and the young girl hears more footsteps. Her heart beats faster.
"Okay, let's raid it for supplies. Looks like it belonged to the Empire. There must be some good things stuffed in." A feminine voice says. The girl trapped in has a feeling that she shouldn't make a sound, so she stays very, very quiet.
Minutes ticked by as the girl trapped in the room was sitting in the corner, not making a noise, while rubbing the metal cylinder lovingly. She didn't know why, but she liked the object that was rough on the fingertips. She really liked it.
THen, she felt the door get pushed open as she hid in the corner, hoping nobody would find her.
"Jackpot!" The lady said and grabbed the metal box when she spotted the little girl in that hot little room.
The woman let go of the box and walked up to the little girl. Not many people survived when their ship crashes, so the woman never encountered a survivor. The woman looked at the little girl and saw her delicate features.
A huge, purple bump on her forehead. Arms and legs bruised up. But that was everything that she could actually see. Then the lady sees the light saber trapped inside her hands and her heart almost stops.
A youngling? Maybe even a Padawan? She thought they were all dead by the empire. The girl seemed no older than five, probably a youngling. She stares at the lady with her big brown eyes and the lady grabs her arm and pulls her up.
"Are you a youngling, little one." The lady asks, her hand near her belt, right where her handy blaster is. Who knows, maybe she's actually a Sith. The little girl doesn't respond.
"Do you talk, little one?" The lady asks and the girl holds the light saber even tighter, causes bruises to form on her hands. The lady finally sees the sweat on her forehead and lightly smiles.
"Little one, let's get out of here. It's pretty hot." The girl nods eagerly. So she can talk, the lady says.
They get out for the little girl to see another little girl. Probably the same age or a year older than her.
"Ou! A friend, Mama?" The little girl asked and the Mother smiled.
"Yes, hopefully one. A good one. Be nice, Caroline." The Mother taunted and the little girl smiles and brings out a hand.
"Hi, my name's Caroline!" The little girl with the name of Caroline says.
"Hi." The other girl whispers. She's shy, The Mother thinks.
"Okay, you can go now." The Mother said and pointed towards a wad of trees. "The town's over there. You can find some communication there. Maybe find your master and contact the rest of the Jedi Order. In secret of course." Unlike most people, the Mother still believed that The Jedi Order was still alive, just in hiding. They simply couldn't just kill everyone. Like, how can some JEDI MASTERS go down because of a few Stromtroopers. Plus, aren't Stromtroopers lousy shots? And somehow they can kill JEDI MASTERS? It just didn't add up, they had to be alive.
But the little girl didn't go. She watched as the mother and daughter loaded up their bags with food rations, which they was excited about. There were hundreds of credits in the room the little girl was hiding in, not to mention enough food and fresh water to last months. THey've never been this lucky before, as they loaded up their bags and saw that the little girl still hasn't left.
"Hey, you should go. I'm sure your master is worried about you." The Lady said, but the girl shakes her head.
"Nowhere." She whispers. "To go."
"You mean... Your master's dead?" The lady said with fear in her voice. The little girl looks at her feet before responding.
"Don't remember." She mumbles and taps her head before wincing. It hurt. The mother understood, this must be a little girl who hit her head while influtating The Death Star. There was an attack going on up there, obviously she was about to eject with the escape pod, but her ship got shot down and now she has amnesia. It makes perfect sense.
"Alright, well," The Mother said and handed her a few credits. The Mom knew she was ripping her off, after all, the credits were her's to being with, but she needed them. "Make good use of those." The Mom said before the little girl speaks up.
"Please... More." She whimpers. She knew the credits were useful. The Mom sighed before handing her a couple more.
"That's all, we need those." The Mom said before heading off. Caroline walked by her before slipping a Baggie into the little girl's hands.
"You need them more." She whispered before following her Mother.
As they vanished into the horizon, the little girl looked at the Baggie and herself then to her light saber. She wasn't dumb, she knew that she needed to leave.
So she left in the direction of the town, tracing the letters that said LYRA all the way there.
***Blob Monster***
Lyra may or may not have gotten amnesia from hitting her head. So, yeah, she has no idea who she is anymore.
Your welcome for the clarification.
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