The ways of the force

      Living on the planet Coruscant was amazing. Especially if you were a Jedi. Because then you got to live in the Jedi-temple.     Zela was a youngling who lived there, and Zack, her twinbrother, was a youngling to.     They studied under master Yoda, with many other younglings.     Sometimes, the younglings would find Obi-Wan in the cafeteria, and flock araund him, asking him to sing,     "Can you sing for us, master?"     "Nope."     "Please. We know you have an beatiful voice."     "Thanks. But not today, kids."     "Why not?"     Obi-Wan would call Anakin on the comlink, asking him to come,     "Anakin, where are you? I'm surrounded. You have to help me."     "Right away, master."     And when Anakin arrived, the younglings would flock around him instead, wanting his attention. They would go like,     "Master Skywalker."     "M...

      Outrageous and unfair.     That was all she could think about.     The girl from the Phantom-zone.     Why was she even alive after all?     She didn't know.     She was so unworthy, didn't like her life at all.     She was nothing. That was what she thought of herself, and maybe it was true to.     Always a shame for herself.          Clark and Anakin didn't know she was from the Phantom-zone, she haven't told them. They didn't know she was born there. But why should she tell them anyway? It was her secret.     Clark Kent would probably send her back if he found out. But Anakin? What would he do?     "Everyone is born somewhere." he would most certantly say, "Where you come from, dosen't take from you the right to live."     Shema knew that Anakin Skywalker would have right, but Clark would probably fly off in anger when he heard Anakins word...

     Jingle bells, jingle bells     Jingle all the way.     Oh, what fun it is to ride     In Wampa's open sleigh     Hey...     The music filled the throne-room, where Leia was dancing in front of Vader, as the professional dancer she was.     Mary Forest was standing in the doorway, hesitating. Hearing song after song. Was she ready to go out there and face the mighty Sith-lord now? She didn't knw. She was afraid.     She drew her shaking breath before letting it go again. She could not do it. She couldn't. She could not go out there... Why should she anyway? What where she thinking? She took a step back from the doorway, trying to calm herself down. Was there anyway out of this place?     "Anakin, where are you?" she thought for herself.     A hand landed on her shoulder, and she was startled.     "What are you standing here for, friend?" Alexa's voice came.   ...

      Mary didn't know why she welcomed this thoughts into her heart. Thoughts that said that she weren't good enough, and always weighed her down.     She knew that God had created her just the way he wanted her to be, and if she was meant to be different or a another person, God would have created her different or as a another person. Therefor, she was perfect just the way she was, and no thoughts could change that.     She opened her eyes. Where was she? She laid in a soft bed, that where covered with silk and parfyme. She looked around the room that was realy big, when she noticed someone that looked like a serwant-girl, hanging up christmas-decorations on the wall. It was a zabrak-girl, with long, black hair.     Mary raised up, then laid her hand on her head. She felt an headache. Was it because of the wine Vader had given to her? Or because of the thoughts? Maybe a little bit of both? She didn't know for sure if it really was wine that...

    Mary Forest glanced into the mirror. Her brown eyes staring back at her. As always, she was full of doubt of herself, and ashamed. But she couldn't continue with those thoughts, and she knew it to. It only made The Lord sad.     She finished brushing through her hair, and laid the brush down.     Immediately she sensed another presence in her little apartment. A dark presence, but she didn't know why.     Slowly she opened the door to her bathroom, that led out in the kitchen, and walked carefully out. She heard a noise.       Coming from a person?       Breathing.       But the breating wasen't quite right, it sounded like as if the person was breathing from inside of a mask.     Mary grabbed the nearest object she could find, ready to use it as a weapon if anything bad should happen. If the person was a threat or something.     With that in hand, she walked slowl...