Powerless

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        The Razor Crest lifted off into the sky, leaving a streak of yellow in its wake. Myrah's lips lifted into a sad smile as she watched. Her bright eyes sunk as the realization finally hit her that they were gone. She had no clue when they would be back and the thought made her eyes sting with the threat of tears. 

          Coruscant glimmered as the sun began to set, casting a blinding light over the buildings. It was a dream to live here. Some people worked their whole lives to live in such a wonderful place, but it didn't feel like a home. 

          The voice had since grown quiet, becoming a mere whisper in her ear as it told her to follow her heart. Where was her heart? Where did it lead her?

          Part of her was being pulled to the center of the city, but the other was aching to be aboard the Razor Crest with Din and that stubborn, little green baby. Every decision felt like the wrong one and nothing could ease the twisting pain in her gut. 

          Ana was kind, her smile was bright and welcoming, but even she could see the troubled look behind Myrah's façade. She said she was fine, as she always did, but Ana read her like a book. Myrah could go on for hours about how being in Coruscant was what she wanted, but Ana didn't believe a word of it. 

          Days went by as Myrah tried to forget the near year she spent with Din. It's safe to say that the more she tried to forget, the more she remembered.

          Her mind drifted to the little family they formed. She'd risked everything for them yet she walked away. She missed the kid's big brown eyes and kind gaze. He was powerful and untrained. Too powerful for her to ever train on her own.

          Then there was Din, a surprisingly caring Mandalorian that she once swore she hated. Now she couldn't get rid of the memory of his leather-covered hands brushing against hers or the coolness of the beskar beneath her cheek as she leaned against him. He was something she used to dream of, a knight in shining armor.

            But she wasn't the princess that he was meant to save. 

           Every night, she would sit in her room, meditating and calling out to her family. She knew that she heard their voices, their whispers in her ear every step of the way, but they never showed. 

          With every disappointment and failure, she felt herself sink into her bed and never wanted to leave. Myrah wanted to be consumed by the soft blankets and feathery pillows. In her mind, she'd lost. Everything she worked for was gone, what was left? 

          It was only the gentle knocking on the door that brought her out of her wallowing, followed by the familiar voice that she almost confused with her mothers. 

          "Myrah?" Ana called out. "Please join us for dinner. You haven't left the room since you arrived."

          "I don't want to." She grumbled, her face had grown pale and her eyes dark with purple circles encompassing them.