A Feeling Of Trust

Prologue

There will be some language (mostly mild).

Also I'm going to change canon because I didn't like the prequels or the sequels that much. It wouldn't make sense with all the changes I'm making anyways.

   The place was dark and musty, with light reflecting off the crystals like it would from a mirror.

     "Tempus," The Cognitio, the storyteller of knowledge, spoke quietly, their silky voice echoing throughout the small and cozy room.

     Tempus, keeper of time, paused and looked up at Cognitio, resting their scissors next to them, "Yes?"

     "We have allowed the Dark Side to roam free for far too long!"

     Tempus scowled, "And what do you suppose we do? We swore not to interfere."

     Cognitio ran their hand over their plain white volto mask, "We could place a bet..."

     Tempus sighed and snipped the glowing thread, carefully cradling it as it spooled into their hands, "The Chosen One will have two children..."

     "The Force does love its pairs" Amare walked in, shifting colors and shapes.

     They were essence.

     The three most powerful and valuable things in the universe. Time, love, and knowledge.

     "I would be honored to help create our little champions," Amare cooed as they held the string gently. "What shall I gift them?"

     Tempus rolled their eyes, "I would rather they have a healthy mental state than any of your gifts, Amare."

     Amare pouted, "Knowledge and learning is Cognitio's gift, what will yours be?"

     "To feel the shatterpoints of fate," Tempus finally said. "So she may understand things more clearly."

     Amare nodded, "And mine will be passion, to find love in everything."

     "L'chaim," Cognitio raised a glass.

     Tempus and Amare copied the motion, "L'chaim."

     She thinks she's dreaming or something. Why does she think that, because she can see nothing. She doesn't mean her vision is black, it's just that she can look at nothing. It's not possible to see nothing, the brain can't comprehend it.

     Everything became blurry and icky and she was cramped. Her eyes hurt, and she couldn't open them, she couldn't move. On top of that, her memory was wack. Made her wonder what kind of person she was to be using weird slang like wack.

     Any noise made from outside was muffled. Some of it was soft and soothing like somebody was singing. Others sounded like someone was asking in gibberish.

     "Luka Shmi Naberrie," she hears a female voice say once she catches a breath of air, and the woman continues to speak. "Lin Jinn Naberrie."

     "She is quite calm for a newborn," a man, Obi—Wan, commented on how fussy Lin wasn't being, securing her head as he held the baby in his arms.

     The moment those words left his mouth Lin gave him a side—eye before giving in to all the stress and bursting into tears.

     Yoda chuckled and said, "A sense of humor, this child seems to have."

[Author's Note:

Okay I know I'm not an amazing writer but here's a chapter because I've finally sat down and started.

Can anybody please please please tell me how to indent on Wattpad? Because spacing FIVE FRICKING TIMES is a pain!

Love,

Rem Aihr]