Chapter One: A Very "Normal" Day

Part One: Dasin POV

Sitting at the table, I hear Mom talking on a communicator, and by the sound of her and the queen's tone, it sounds bad, nothing serious, but still. I waited for her to get back and get me cereal, I would get it myself, but after a few too many messes, they got moved to a higher shelf. So, all I could do was wait and listen to the conversation. There was something about The Trade Federation and a blockade. Then she ended the call, came in, and lifted me into her arms.

"Wait, mom, food," I said.

"We don't have time today, hun," she left and drove away in the car before I could say anything else.

Part Two: Geist POV

I stared at the ceiling, not ready to leave bed yet. Even if it was just a cut out of a stone wall with a thin blanket. I was just not inclined to start the day. Taking a deep breath, I pulled myself out of the bed. I looked around the mostly empty room like I hoped it would change. Exiting the room, I was greeted by a droid.

"It's early for you to be awake," the droid said.

"I couldn't stare at the ceiling any longer," I replied in a high-pitched voice that kept surprising myself.

"Well, you should be sleeping, not staring at the ceiling; that's a waste of your time,"

With a sign," I meant I couldn't sleep," I kept forgetting that most droids don't pick up on sarcasm. Even if I had mostly only talked to robots in this life.

"Master is not awake, you should get back to your room until he is awake," the droid said.

"I'll pass," I said, walking to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator, trying to figure out what to make myself. After seeing something resembling ground beef, I decided to make burritos. So, I went off to search for a skillet. Finding it behind some pots.

But, with one look at the oven, I stopped myself. What was I doing? How is a four-year-old supposed to cook with a skillet? Let alone explain how he knew about burritos and how to make them. I don't know if burritos exist in this universe. I could let that secret get out even if they probably wouldn't notice. There was still that small chance that they would.

Then, I was pulled out of those thoughts as he felt a small tug at my gut. A weirdly familiar feeling that I had before.