THE EIGHTH [han solo]

[prolouge]

The dust storm had been swirling on for days now, and no one was venturing outside, except one. She had a beige coloured shawl with a hood, that had blown down, revealing her dainty features, long blonde hair flowing in the wind. She had a suspicious looking bundle in her arms. She looked around but all she could see was sand. She found the building with her spare hand. She delicately pulled off the cloak, wrapping it around her child.
"One day you'll know." She murmured into the child's ear. "Why I had to leave you, my Octavia." She took off a large chain from around her neck and placed it on the child's. "I'm so very sorry." She kissed the baby's head and placed it in the porch of the house, out of the wind, and disappeared into the storm.