Eclipse

Prologue- The Nightmare That Binds Us

NOTE- Hello everyone I am back once again with yet another new idea to drive the Fandom crazy! Just to clarify as always, italics mean important, dreaming or emphasis. Italics enclosed with quotes like, 'italics' are thoughts. Bold is myself speaking as a message to you all, very important or a clue to forshadowing. I really hope you all will enjoy the epic battle of minds that are going to clash and I really hope I can do this right. I've seen authors do a 'battle of the mind' idea and it's so amazing I want to scream!! Then others, are so terrible I cringe for life. I really want to know if I either did awesome and blew your mind or made you huff in disappointment. So please take the time to comment. Constructive criticism is very important, and I love the compliments about how much you like it too! So please give me feedback! Positive and negative are welcome. Enjoy the novel and I update on Monday, Thursday and Saturday. Remember to vote and comment! Enjoy...

  In his dreams, they are happy.

There, she stands by the door frame watching him in pure contentment. A lazy smile adorning her pink, lushious lips.

A girl.

His girl.

His precious daughter rests her heads full of chestnut curls on his shoulder, nodding off like a bobble head as her young mind tried to pull her to sleep. The eyelids that closed up mocha eyes, made from the forces finest chocolate fountain, begin to droop. He was careful not to jostle her when he glanced down at her peacefully innocent features.

A boy.

His boy.

His angelic son stares up at the toy starship levitating in the air, held only by his fathers invisible hand. He watches in amusement as blue eyes wider than the ocean itself, follow each subtle motion the prop makes, his blonde mane bobbing with each dip and every dive. Grinning with adorable giggles as he points and claps mindlessly.

A woman.

His woman.

Chortling along with her young son, and her showboaty husband at the ridiculous sound effects for a crashing ship, her free silk tresses cascade down her back, swinging in her face with every laugh. Her warm brown eyes alight like Coruscant on the clear moonlit night. The love of a mother held them all with her radiant smile.

His daughter sleeps. His son stares. His wife giggles. And he smiles.

Still smiling ear to ear, she waltzes over to him with impossible grace and seats herself on the arm of the recliner in their three year old babies nursery perched over the heart of Varykino.

Pride swells through his fathers chest as he retells a tale of hero's and villians. A fairytale he will live one day, but not soon enough. The tale of the clone wars, or more specifically, the end to it.

The end of Count Dooku.

The end of General Grevious.

The end of secrecy.

The anniversary afterall was tomorrow. The banquet was tomorrow and the celebration of wars end followed. And it's leaders on two fronts would stride in over the royal red carpet, hand in hand. Mr and Mrs Skywalker would appear before the galaxy for the first time as the married couple they are. Ending the rumors of who the father was to Chancellor Padmé Amidala's children with one swift flash of matching gold bands across the left hand on the fourth finger. The story is fitting. Anakin deemed as his lover wraps an arm around his neck. This, he thought, is happiness.