The Wookiee's Daughter

Chapter 1

A/N: Thanks for checking this story out! Just wanted to let you know when the speech is italicized, they are talking in the native Wookiee language. Hope you guys enjoy!

--Esme's POV--

"Daddy, why does mommy get so mad at me?" I stood behind five-year-old me and my dad as I watched my dream unfold. Maybe I could get some answers tonight.

"She is just a little nervous about your magic, sweetheart." My dad replies and pats my head.

"But I would never hurt anyone with it. Why is she so scared?"

"She hasn't seen anything like it before. Now, enough talk about it. You have chores to do."

"But mommy hurt my arm this morning. It's hard to pick the corn." I whined.

"How bad is it?" He asked and pulled up my sleeve. He winced when he saw many cuts on my arm.

"What did you do, sweetheart?"

"Mommy accidentally dropped one of her glass cups while she was getting more grown-up juice. I caught it with my magic so it wouldn't break. She broke the glass on my arm anyways." I lowered my head and started to cry.

"At least they are starting to heal." My dad stood up and lead me to the fields.

"Mommy is going to be even more mad if you don't pick the corn today. I suggest you get to work." My dad sighed and left me in the fields with my basket. I groaned and picked up the basket with my good arm. I reached out for the corn, but pulled my arm back in pain.

"I wonder if mommy will see me." I whispered to myself and used my power to put the corn in the basket. I was about half way done when my mom stormed out to me, holding a belt.

"Uh-oh." I muttered.

"Esme Dawn Sallow! You keep your freakish magic hands off of that corn!" She screams and runs sloppily towards me. I dropped the basket and ran in the opposite direction.

"Come here and get your deserved beating or so help me I will shoot you!" She was faster than I was, even when she was drunk. I tripped and scrambled to get up, but I was too late. My mom grabbed my cut arm to hold me still and beat the living hell out of me with the metal part of the belt. I screamed as loud as I could for my dad to save me, but he didn't come. He never did.

I woke up sweating and panting. I breathed in and out to calm myself down. This was not the first dream about my life ten years ago. I rubbed my temples and sat up. I looked out of the window to see the sun rising. Might as well start to get ready.

"Daughter, are you awake?" Chief Vaown said from outside my hut.

"Yes, father. I'm getting ready." I spoke in perfect Shyriiwook, also known as Wookieespeak.

"Remember to dress nicely today. The Rebel folk are arriving soon!"

"I know, father." I laughed to myself. The Rebels. I have heard many stories about them and their fight against the First Order. My adopted father, the chief of the Wookiees, is holding a feast in their honor. The Wookiees have always supported the Republic, which is what the Rebels are fighting for. I was mostly excited to see other humans. I haven't seen another pair of human eyes since my mother and father. I shook my head, trying not to think about them.

"What to wear?" I muttered to myself, starting to get my English ready. I looked through the many brown dresses I owned and finally selected one. I only had one elegant dress for special occasions, so it was pretty easy to decide. The dress was long and a dark green. This was the only dress I owned that wasn't brown. It had one side with no sleeve and the other with a long, flowing sleeve. I loved this dress, but I hardly got to wear it. I tied a piece of hair into a long braid and intertwined a piece of dark green fabric into the braid. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. Simple, but elegant. My long, brown hair flowed naturally down to my lower back and my emerald green eyes were bright and excited.