Xanquor

Lyra stood next to the gas tank, staring at the man with a black suit and black mask with hatred blaring from her eyes. Her hands clenched her silver stick. Her heart beat faster than ever, and then, before she didn't even know what was happening, the stick threw a beam out. An orange beam.

Luckily, it wasn't towards Lyra, it was towards the ship she was found in.

THe gas tank to be excat.

It blew up, lighting a fire. The impact knocked Lyra back as fire erupted over her tattered clothes as she patted it fiercely, all she could hear was ringing. When the fire was off, she only suffered from minor burns and her heart was beating as fast as her body shook. Then, she realized that her stick wasn't in her hands. She turned her head painfully before seeing it, on the ground.

Lyra grabbed it like her life depended on it and stood up.

The man in the black suit was gone. Darth Vader, they called him, was what Lyra could recall. Her hearing gradually came back as she walked. The excat direction of the village.

***At The Village***

The second Lyra saw what happened to the once lively village, she fell to her knees. Men, women, and childern, crumbled over eachother, dead. The sight broke her innocent, clean heart as her body shook at the sight.

She didn't need to touch their pulse, she knew, she just knew, that they were dead. Gone. Lyra attempted to blink the tears away, but they kept coming rapidly. When she wakes up, it's only too death. She lightly touched her head, feeling lightheaded. She felt like she wanted to throw up, faint, or both. She had to hold a tree to steady herself.

But then she saw the senator. She saw Tyrack. Her heart dropped to her stomach as she ran over to him. She knew he was dead, but she couldn't help but lean over him, her tears dropping to his face, her curls dropping down her shoulders. Her hands shook as she saw the blood over his heart. A hole was there, a light saber went through. She had to breath rapidly to stop fainting as she touched his face, still warm.

Maybe if she was a little faster, she could stop the man in black, the man called Darth Vader. Maybe if she sacrificed herself and showed that she was the one he was looking for, then maybe he would still be alive. Maybe if she just told him no, then maybe he would be alive.

But instead he was dead. His body lifeless, lying on the cold ground.

Lyra stood up, she couldn't stare at him any longer.

She felt like she couldn't walk. She felt her heart getting ripped out of her body and getting shoved back in. She felt like everything, absolutly everything, that was happening was her fault. Only her fault.

Lyra traced the letters engraved in the light saber that said LYRA, and sighed.

The only thing left of her old life, her name, not even her last name.

Lyra.

***Somewhere Near The Village***

Lyra grabbed all the food rations she could find. There were a lot, but most of them were crushed or burnt in the fire the Stormtroopers had set.

As Lyra approached a river, she smiled in joy and started to dip her head in to take a drink when a warm, hard hand pushed her back so she couldn't have a sip. Lyra widened her eyes, it was the mother who helped her. The Mother looked frightened at her and LYra looked at her curiously but then understood when she saw where her eyes were staring at. Lyra's hands automatically went to her light saber and was holding onto it for dear life. Lyra quickly let go of her light saber and the lady sighed.

"Stupid, ignorant girl!" She shouted, once the lady saw that the light saber was out of her reach. "Do you know what kind of chemicals are in that water. And a dead body or two are probably upstream!" The woman shouted, scolding Lyra. Lyra cringed and gave her a sad look.

"Sorry, I didn't know." Lyra spoke with soft words.

"Your lucky your even standing here! If I haven't come along, you'd probably join the diseases that flood this stream!" After a few more minutes of ranting, Lyra nodded her head and the lady shakes her head, heaving a sigh. The lady actually liked Lyra a little bit. She listened when she talked, and not many people did.

"How did you survive that massacre anyways, you foolish child." Lyra shrugged, "Well, what do you know?" The lady asked and got up, dusting off her clothes, even though they were stained with mud and she didn't bother to wash them. Lyra took the question seriously and her face lit up with realization.

"I know my name!" She exclaimed.

"Oh yah?" She asked, and her voice sounded slightly German. Only certain words sounded like it though. Like, yeah for example, she said it like yah. Lyra liked the accent. "What is it?"

"Lyra!" Lyra said with excitment flowing through. The lady's face paled. Her suspicions were correct. She is a youngling who Darth Vader wanted. She wondered why, after all, she is only a youngling.

"Lyra?" The lady whispered, almost afraid to say it.

"Lyra!" Lyra shouted again and the lady clamped her dirty hand over Lyra's mouth.

"Shhh!" The lady said and grabbed her arm. "We're getting out of here." The lady whispered harshly.

"Why?" Lyra asked. "The bad men are gone."

"They can easily come back. Your in danger, Lyra." The woman said and dragged her deeper into the forest. Somehow, though, she knew where she was going, even though the trees looked excatly the same. Lyra frowned at the statement.

"THey think I'm dead, though." She exclaimed and the lady nodded.

"Well, that's good. I don't know what they'll do to you if your alive." The lady continued when Lyra realized she didn't know the lady's name.

"What's your name?" Lyra asked and the lady looked at her funny before keeping her head straight.

"Lady Maryann. Call me Mary." Mary had pride in her name, something that she didn't have a lot of. "I'm from Naboo, Lyra. When the empire came and attacked... I had to flee. I was part of the politics, but now." She shook her head. "Used to have a great deal of power too."

"Like, the queen?" Lyra asked, her eyes bright. The lady gave a small smile.

"No, but the queen's right hand lady. I loved that job. It was the best job I could ever hope for." Mary looked at the ground and sighed. "Now, I'm just a scavenger." Naboo wasn't ruined. Well, it wasn't in its best shape. The queen was assassinated soon after Darth Vader appeared. Mary didn't know why, but she knew that even though the empire tried to cover it up, the queen was killed by Darth Vader. It was funny, she died right right Senator Padme Armidala died. From child birth they say. But Mary knows better.

Padme Armidala is the strongest lady she knew. She couldn't just die of child birth. It must've been something else. They also say that her child didn't survive. A shame, really.

"A scavenger!" Lyra screamed, but not in fear, but in excitment. "That's so cool! I wanna be like you when I grow big!" Lyra smiled a goofy smile and Mary shook her head.

"I hope you don't." Mary whispered.

But before Lyra could question Mary, they reached the city, ashes remaining with Caroline crying, tears flowing down her face.

And a stormtrooper standing right beside her. A gun to her head, ready to shoot.

Lyra knew that Mary must've said something. But she couldn't hear it. All she could hear was her heart pounding inside of her, trying to break free of her rib cage almost. Lyra could barely breath, all she could do was watch as the gun shifted from Caroline to Mary.

It was moving by so slowly. Time was moving by so slowly as a laser shot out of the gun.

And Lyra could feel her heart stop.

Then, her instincts took over.

She couldn't even feel it happening, she didn't even feel her hands grip her light saber. All she felt was the wind blowing through her hair. She didn't even know what she was doing until the orange Ray was out on the light saber and the Ray got deflected, right to the Stormtrooper.

If Lyra did a flick of her wrist, it would've hit Caroline. If Lyra was a millisecond slower, it would've hit Mary. If Lyra wasn't Lyra, none of ths would've happened.

The Ray hit the Stromtrooper's hand, right where he held the gun and he groaned in pain and released his grip on Caroline, who came running back to her Mother. Lyra ran right up to the Stormtrooper, light saber out, and then he spoke one word that made her freeze.

"Lyra?" It was a question, almost. Lyra's heart sped up, and then he pressed his ear with his good hand and spoke into his helmet. "This is Z-997, I think we foun-" He almost finished his sentence before a Ray went right through his head.

But the Ray wasn't from Lyra.

When Lyra turned around, she saw Mary. A gun in her hand, and Caroline in her other.

And she was smiling.

***Update!***

Yeah, yeah, it's been a while. I was just caught up in stuff that you wouldn't excatly care about.

Ouuuu! Shout out time!

This chapter is dedicated to MysteryFan4ever.

Why you may ask? (Oh, you didn't ask why...)

Well, I love his story, Light and Darkness, which is also about there being another twin. Did we copy eachother? I have no idea, I just know he review this, I wanted to make sure he wasn't a stalker (A profile can tell you a lot about a person) and one thing led to another and bam, there I was, reading his book.

Do I know who he/she is? Nope, why else is he a mystery fan? (4 ever?)

But anyways, if your looking for a more, ummm, serious kind of book that has a third twin, then check him/her out. You seriously keep your identity a secret, mystery, I can't even say he or she anymore!

But just a little FYI for Mystery, I like the name Lyra better than Lita. Just saying. Well, it's probably because I made it up... But still. Tell me your opinion.

Lyra or Lita?

Review. Favourite. Follow. Share. (If you do, I'm going to give you a mental high five!)

Laughs and Giggles,

Emily