Once upon a dream

[Darth Ren Malgus]

[SIZE=12pt]The woman that had regained consciousness on a planet within the Vong Galaxy was not the woman, or the Jedi that many had met before that moment. A woman named Vanessa had helped her off the planet and a creature named Bond hid her from those they preyed on those who did not defend themselves.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The only name she could remember was Wren, and it became the name she would be called. Today she walked along paths of Chandrila a world foreign to her, like so many other with names that had an odd familiar sound. Memories that were as elusive turned to mist only in her sleep did the faces return waking her leaving her drenched in sweat wondering about herself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Odd that she carried nothing that told her what her identity was, it was as if she had been plucked from one world and placed in another.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]This world with its lush green meadows and crystal clear water a vacation for anyone but not for her Wren was lost among the stars and searching for home. She sat looking into the water her own reflection staring back at her. She stared into her own eyes asking questions but there were no answers.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]She sat back raking her fingers through her hair, the bleached white was fading and the golden tones of blonde began to reappear. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]A lack of sleep and being haunted at night had left a mark upon her. She turned to look at every corner was someone there?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She tried a free database putting in the name Wren the tiny circle turned endless as it searched through billions of bytes of information only for the result to be unknown, try again. Try again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rubbings her hands together she could feel the scars lining her palms ridge upon ridge the work on Tatooine had been hard but she had endured. Wren could feel defeat there had to be a reason that she couldn’t remember.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]A healer had looked at her reassuring her that there appeared to be no head injury, not surgeries, nothing that would indicate that the memory loss was from a strike to the head. Resting her cheek against her palm staring into the depths of the lake, she let her mind wander.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]In a few days she would move on to Adumar a freighter needed a cook and while she was not gourmet by any description of the word she could at least boil and egg. But that was a few days away, and she would need to find a place to sleep and food to eat until then. [/SIZE]

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

[SIZE=12pt]The morning was giving way to the afternoon the sun rose up slowly crossing the sky ticking the minutes slowly off one by one. Wren stared off lost in thoughts and dreams that often young women would have.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]A small smile would appear to be washed away in a sea of tears that felt so bitter. This life that she led served no purpose; it helped no one, not even herself. A thousand wishes she made but she did not have a penny to pay the price for even one. It was by her own blood, sweat and tears that anything came to her but desperation was setting in and the desperate do many things.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She longed for a bed with a cover and a single hot meal every day. She pined to look into the eyes of someone who recognized her and shared history with her. Such simple things really, things that many had and took for granted.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]How would they feel if it were suddenly gone?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Did she not realize that wars were fought even now across the galaxy for planets, for…what? Dominance, supplies, were these things so important that death was the only answer to getting them? It was a deep pain she felt thinking on this.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]And worse was the thought that she had lost something already so precious, so binding of her spirit that it had taken everything from her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Slowly as the heat of the day made her more comfortable, as her exhaustion took hold of her body forcing her to rest Wren went to sleep and dreamed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Words of pain, love and loss melted into a single dream[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]When I saw the battle beginning for me, I armed my beloved with a single kiss, then I went to sit in the shade of a laurel tree, and et my horse wander at will. I prayed very sweetly to the God of Love, “Lord, by your commandment, if I ever did anything that pleased you, now keep my lover from pain.” With this they began striking each other and hit each other with lances. They jumped up again like strong men but both were wounded. They began to strike with swords of steel, and shed some armour in order to fight. Neither oculd gain advantage over the other – and both died.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]When I saw my beloved lying on the sand, wounded and dead in such a way, more than a hundred times I kissed his face and chin. “Ah! My joy and and my delight. By what folly, sweet love, are you dead? If I kill myself for you, this is wrong?” More than a hundred times I fainted over his body.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]~ Chaucer [/SIZE]

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

[SIZE=12pt]“Sleeping like this out in the open can get you in trouble young woman” an elderly man his skin withered and stretched like leather from the sun, his hair curled around his ears, with his arms crossed looked down at Wren with the bluest of blue eyes.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rubbing her eyes she tried to wipe the sleep from them. How long had she been out, she looked around while taking a breath, stretching her arms above her head, “I know I was so tired though” She rolled her shoulders just as her stomach growled.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Hungry” his curt voice asked. He still had not moved and his eyes never left Wren as if waiting for her to do something, or expecting her to do something.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She did not want to lie, “yes” her voice a gentle whisper. She felt embarrassment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The Old man clicked his teeth and nodded his head, “Well come on. Follow me.” He walked off slowly, his twisted wood cane in shades of brown from the deepest to the lights. “Tell me who you are and what you’re doing here” He had that old man’s voice that everyone heard in their head.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Wren moved to her feet, “Thanks, I’m Wren and I’m trying to find my home” She just knew the questions would come next.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Did you lose it?” he asked without missing beat.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Wren laughed, “Yes, in way I have”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He paused turning to look at her, “How?” He was waiting he was thinking he could judge her character by her answers if she lied then he knew to dig out the blaster, if she told the truth then he might be willing to give her some help.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“I woke up one day and didn’t know who I was, or…where I’m from...” she shrugged, she felt foolish saying all of this.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Hmmfff” He resumed his walking.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“What’s your name?” She asked.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Rand” he said rather flatly. “Don’t be wasting time now come on, it’s just up here”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Wren kept up the old man was fast, and then she had a thought, what if he tried to kill her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“I won’t” he said as if he had heard her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“You won’t what” she waited what was he going to say.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Kill you” he smiled as he looked back at her. That look disarmed her for certain he seemed like a little old man but was he?[/SIZE]