The Cosmos Feels Lonely ☆ The Mandalorian

Prologue 1

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

A young Az Mongrel, subspecies of Shistavanen, grew up on her home country, Carlac, with her tribe. Every year, on her birthday, a present would drop at their door with torn fabric and drops of sad slipping through her paws when she'd tear the paper open. It always came from a stranger who lived on Tatooine, or at least that's what her parents would say.

"An old, family friend," her father would smile.

"A partner... of your aunts," her mother would smirk.

"And my aunt?" She'd ask,"will she ever come to visit?"

"She's always here," her mother would say, bending down to the little girls level, tapping the pendant around her neck,"she protects you wherever you go."

And as the years went by, the presents became smaller and the years between the next would grow, until T'rialow had almost, just about forgotten about the stranger who lived on a planet galaxies from hers. Almost. The dreams she had grew till the point where she could almost spin the bundle of strange memories into a moving picture that played out in her mind.

She could see a woman, just like herself, wielding a strange weapon and wearing a cloak of white that clashed with her pale complexion. The whispers in the memory churned into bitter threats, as the sounds of monster and weapon rolled off strangers tongues when she walked by. But, the woman seemed to spare their thoughts with just the roll of her lips into a smile.

Sometimes, she'd be with a child, sitting on the floor in a quiet room as his little hand reached for her long ears whilst gripping his own. Other times, they'd be in a trace, stones floating in the air, almost like sun when it was falling slowly from the sky.

She'd be laughing with a young man, who wore dark clothes that pulled around his wrists, as if he wore two sizes too big for him. In her eyes, he seemed fragile, it almost made T'rialow clutch her chest when she'd see them together. The woman loved this strange boy as if they were blood, brother and sister, yet they seemed so different...

Except the whispers said the same thing as they said about her, monster, weapon, jedi destruction, sith scum.

Other times, she'd be laughing like a mischievous child or throwing her arms warmly around a young, Togruta female. T'rialow could hear the woman always encouraging her to go further, to take a leap and trust the force to catch her.

"Trust the force to catch you when you fall, Ahsoka Tano, trust in the force and the force will trust in you."

Then, the last memories she'd see, were swarmed with a warmth that reminded the girl of the days she'd spent as a pup, rolled into her tail by the swarming fire. It was love, but so much more, a forbidden feeling that seemed to call to an unforeseen darkness. His auburn hair and soft smile, etching itself into T'rialows mind. He seemed like someone she had known since the day she was born...

When the figment of her imagination wasn't running rampant with planets she had never heard of or people she had never seen, the girl would sit on the roof of some clan members house, her knee tucked underneath her chin as she stared out at the tundra of this sullen, white planet. Her people told stories of creatures like themselves, amongst the universe, their body allimatised to their planet, like they theirs.

Her skin pale, like the stone beneath the snow, her hair was as if someone had crystallised the aurora and arranged it perfectly to sweep her face. Her ears and tail were her most precious features