NightWarrior4Life |
January 4th, 2017 12:28 PM |
Re: Star Wars Rp
While all this was happening, little did they know, another girl was sat in her bedroom...in a defeated AT-AT walker. It was hot today, hotter than usual. If Abigail went out now, she'd most likely die of sunstroke and...if she died there and then, there'd be no mother here to help her...as usual, there would be no father...they would only feel the pain and grief through the force...the force...something Abigail was very lucky to have...she inherited it by both her parents...or so she thought...if who she thought her father was was correct...he inherited it from his mother, who inherited it from her father...and her mother who inherited it from...who knows where? Her mother was a different kind of force though...she lived and breathed the force...she was the force...and the things she could do with her force...and now Abigail had it..."My little padawan" her mother used to say before she was tucked into bed and read a bedtime story...or an old Jedi tale...the last thing her mother says to her when she leaves is "my little padawan" but over the years, Abigail had grown to dislike it...her padawan...she was not her padawan...she wasn't even a Jedi in training...if she were, she'd see her parents every day...they'd worry less...she didn't even think The famous Luke Skywalker knew she existed...if only she were able to go on her own adventures...instead of being stuck...on...Jakku...
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