Heart Of Darkness (Star Wars)

Chapter 40: The Natives Of Abbaji

"So this is where you wandered off to." A familiar voice rang out.

I turned around to see Din standing behind me. I gave him a sheepish smile, realizing that I had forgotten to tell Din I was leaving the ship. He was probably worried when he couldn't find me anywhere on the ship.

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep...and I wanted to visit this place." I mentioned.

"There's no need to apologize, Delmira. I was just worried." Din admitted.

My heart clenched. I didn't mean to make him worried. I then realized the kids weren't with Din. Worried about them, I blurted out. "The kids?"

"They're asleep back on the Razor Crest. They're fine." Din assured me. He then placed a hand on my shoulder. "What're you doing here, cyar'ika?"

I furrowed my brows. Cyar'ika? It must've been Mando'a, but I was unfamiliar with the word. And yet, it sounded beautiful coming from him. I then realized Din was staring at me, no doubt waiting for an answer.

"This was where my mom was buried." I informed him.

Din tilted his helmet. I could sense his confusion. He then spoke up. "Your mom?"

"My biological mom." I clarified.

I looked back at my mom's statue. I could feel my palms sweating. My nerves growing. Should I enter? When I was here with Vader, he ordered me to stay outside. And I knew better than to disobey an order from him.

"I'm not sure whether or not to go." I confessed.

"You don't have have to do anything she doesn't want. But I'm here for you. And if you want, we can go together." Din advised.

"I like that." I agreed.

Din then reached down, grabbing my hand, intertwining it with his. I took a deep breath before we both went inside. As we walked inside, I saw many things. The place contained many paintings on the walls of different events, but mom was in each one, wearing elegant dresses. And nearly every painting had a boy or a man with robes of a Jedi.

I then saw a sarcophagus with an emblem of Naboo engraved on the top, a symbol that only the Monarchs of Naboo and their entourage used. Behind the sarcophagus, there was a colored stained glass window with an image of mom, wearing a blue dress and a golden headdress with her long brown hair flowing down. She looked very beautiful and regal yet gentle. There were red millaflowers in stone pots that stood on columns on either side of the sarcophagus. We slowly made our way towards the sarcophagus. I rested a hand on the cold stone. At that moment, through the Force, I then saw a beautiful woman lying on a bed, looking weak. "Obi-Wan, there's...good in him. I know there is...still..."

Tears filled my eyes. I croaked out. "Mom..."

Din gave my hand a squeeze, reminding me he was here with me. I glanced over at him, giving him a small smile, grateful to have him with me. Din then looked down at the sarcophagus. And what he did next surprised me. "Mrs. Skywalker, you don't know me and I may not know you, but I know your daughter, Delmira. And I promise you that no matter what, I shall protect her."

"I shall do my best to look after her, Mrs. Skywalker." Din promised. "I now she can handle herself, except she forgets how amazing she is. But I'll remind her, every day if I have to. And I'll make sure she knows how wonderful she is. Delmira's one of a kind and I'm happy to have her in my life. She's the light in my life."

Tears of joy and awe filled my eyes. My heart soared at his words. I couldn't believe at he said. Din then turned his helmet towards me, and I gave him a smile before placing a hand on his helmet, where his cheek would be.