2 3rd Month (1/2)
Valad couldn't recall how he got there, or when. The last thing he remembered was the burglary at the convenience store. Like a moth to a flame, his eyes watched the flickering movements of the blurry orange-red worm which hovered above him. Truly he was entranced. It was as if he was watching a snake dance for the first time to a person playing a flute.
That was when his eyes came into focus, he came to his senses. The cold stones beneath his body made him feel cold. His body was still. His eyes narrowed and that orange-red flame was a girl looking over him from a few steps away.
She was a slender beauty, at least two years younger than himself. Her lips were unpainted, her skin was pale. She didn't look too frail.
He could tell her look towards him was sincere, it wasn't until a few seconds later that he began to notice he was surrounded by a group of the same clothed women. 'What in the world?' The question blasted through his head as he could barely turn his eyes to look at them.
Why did everything hurt? Did he fall from the sky? 'Am I dead?' He asked himself mentally, blinking slowly as he was beginning to take in the scenery, at least the most of it that he could. The Architecture definitely seemed familiar, though it had a unique flare to it. He could hear and smell plenty of water nearby. There was even a fountain within his line of sight.
He let out a slight groan, all the girls leaned forward to stare down at him. They were all around the same age and had similar features. Though he swore they were complete strangers, but each of them looked familiar. It was as if he knew everything about them, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
”Do you think he's drunk?” One whispered quietly, a set of fingers beneath her lower lip. She sounded concerned, but she was just speculating.
”No, I think he was recently beaten,” Another made a suggestion. Their voices were almost intermixing. He could barely tell the difference.
There was one girl however who was standing there staring at him. She was dressed differently. She wore a red robe, a headdress and had a painted face. The aesthetic reminded him of Geishas from Japan who powdered their faces and put red lipstick on. Though the fashion itself also reminded him of the Queen of Hearts as well as Queen Elizabeth.
[ \ \ \ Syncing with host. . . Ten hours until completion / / / ]
A crude loading bar appeared in the center of his vision. Obscuring his view of what was going on. 'What in the world is this?' His mind was feeling as if it was being scattered into millions of little pieces. Yet there was no pain, only confusion. If his thoughts were words right now, it'd be word salad.
Closing his eyes as he slowly gave into the feeling of sleepiness, his consciousness was gone in mere moments. A soothing dream kept him entrapped for several hours until his eyes fluttered open.
”Valad Katsure of House Katsure,” a familiar voice was calling out to him which had disturbed his sleep. Not that it mattered, he was still disoriented. His head slowly lulled to the side as he found a softness beneath his head. It was a pillow filled with feathers.
He smiled seeing brown eyes staring down at him. Yet he was in a daze, it was apparent and written all over his face.
Though as his consciousness faded into focus, his narrowed eyes had two faces line over one another. The first thing that came to mind from what he saw was a line from a movie, 'He's not my father, he's my lover.'
His smile fell off, disappearing as his surroundings began to become apparent and the girl seemed to be curious of his sudden change in expression. She reached over and dabbed his face with a wet cloth.
”Valad Katsure of House Katsure, are you going to sleep all day?”
The girl was trying to get his attention, to get him to speak. Apparently his name was different from before, at least slightly. The surname was new, but the given name was similar to Vlad.
There was no doubt, the girl before him looked like a fourteen year old Natalie Portman. Her outfit looked like that of a handmaiden from the Naboo Royalty. The only thing that was strange about this other than being in what looked like the Star Wars Universe, was that she no longer looked like a twenty one year old playing a teenager.
”Why is the Queen tending to me,” his voice croaked, he sounded unfamiliar to even himself. Was he not himself? His reflection within her warm compassionate eyes seemed quite clear. Though it was much too small for him to make out any details.
Her eyes got widen as she had been seen through in only a mere few moments. If a man two years her senior and dying on her front door step could see through the ruse, does that mean any assassin or random bystanders could tell the difference? Not even Jedi could tell!
Valad very much knew this and watched as the determined survivor known as Padme Naberrie got flustered. Not having known she had actually saved him from death by dehydration mere hours ago.
[ \ \ \ Sync Complete / / / ]
[ Greetings Host, you are now in the Star Wars Universe. Due to some changes, things may be happening differently from what you remember. In addition, all characters have their true age apparent in contrast with the film. ]
'Thanks for the heads up…' Valad huffed inwardly with annoyance, but on the outside he was giving the Queen of Naboo a dazzling smile.
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