On the Wings of Valkyrie

Chapter CIX

It was a late hour in the night that found her walking through the strange, near empty Imperial base at night. Padmé couldn't say she was comfortable with any of it in the first place, but....

Well, at least the chances of running into anyone was rather slim. While it had been nice for Ahsoka to be around, there was still a bit of a sore spot for the woman that the Grey Jedi had gone to Vader instead of herself. She understood why the Torguta hadn't said anything about Luna the first time she asked, but after? Why?

Anyways, Padmé needed this. This silence. It was near midnight and surely everyone was asleep by now. Padmé was glad for it as it meant that she wouldn't run into anyone as she worked out her nervous energy and came up with a plan for when she finally came face to face with Luna again. She needed a plan, some way to simply talk with the girl, find a way to reconnect.

Far easier said than done.

And yet as she paced the dimly lit halls of the sleeping base, Padmé found herself hearing something. Music. A song.

Curious to who may be responsible, the once Queen ventured forward, using the music notes to guide her forward. It wasn't long until she could make out some lyrics:

"....I learnt to grow old when I was younger,

Scared of staying young.

Afraid of the thoughts that I had conjured,

That sat atop my tongue.

Knowing I'd change the worlds opinion,

If they would just listen up,

But they won't, now.

I feel worthless.

Maybe I should open the drawer,

Burn the pages,

Write poems with the ash on the floor,

Pour the ink into the sink,

And watch it drain from the shore.

I don't want love no more,

Though it's the one thing I've been searching for,

Though it's the one thing that I miss the most.

Now, I'm afraid to be alone (I'm afraid to be alone),

To Be Alone.

Looking in the mirror like,

Maybe I will find myself tonight.

I ask for a better mind,

Then tap into the site through my third eye.

I had never realized,

I thought I had a chosen my design,

I thought I was broken all this time.

I don't want love no more,

Though it's the one thing I've been searching for,

Though it's the one thing that I miss the most,

Now, I'm afraid to be alone."

Padmé found herself nearing the origin of the music. Wherever it was coming from, it was down this hallway, though the one open room was a dark open mouth, lacking light. The woman paused, silently wondering if she was in the right hall—the music had stopped after all.