Prologue
I can't fix all your problems, but I can promise you won't have to face them all alone
A young girl with brown hair lie crying in a dark unknown place; her hair was matted, and her face was covered in dirt. Her clothes were torn, blood ran from her lip, and a bruise decorated her left eye. A hand was placed on her shoulder and her head rose to find another girl, about her age, sitting beside her; her eyes were the brightest blue she had ever seen, and her burning red hair fell down her back in waves.
" It's alright." She whispered and the women frowned. " Who are you?"
" Someone to make sure that your never alone." She said with a smile. " When you have needed of me, I have always been here. Now, what troubles you?"
" I have lost everything, including my freedom, and I fear that I will lose my life as well."
" You must be strong, Shmi." She said taking her hand and the women shook her head. " How can I? I have nothing left."
" Then be strong, if not for yourself, for your unborn son."
At the mention of him, her eyes widened and a grin crossed a her face. " A boy?"
" Yes, and if he is to survive in this world, you must hold on to the hope that all is not lost."
She nodded without a word and as the young red head stood, Shmi grasped her hand. " Please, tell me who you are."
" We will meet again." She promised before vanishing, leaving Shmi to stare around in wonder before she placed a hand to her stomach. " A son." She whispered to the silence.
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The Guardian ( A Star Wars Fanfiction)
Fanfiction" I will never let you fall. I'll stand up with you forever. I'll be there for you through it all." Will stretch through the Phantom Menace to the Force Awakens, and possibly into the Last Jedi. Dedicated to whateveryoumakeofme ( if you like creepy...
