Mysterious POV
Hearing murmuring from down the hall, I crept out of bed, searching for an answer. I saw people I didn't know. They couldn't see me. One turned a head, the other nodded quickly, putting their hand at their side. Slowly the two walked along, one was bigger, had a strong, muscular, frame. The other was more petit and dainty. As they walked closer, slowly, down the long corridor, I could begin to see that they were a man and a woman. Their heads turned from side to side, surveying the area, looking for me I presume. Being the fact I was always being looked for. I couldn't change that, it had always been like this. If I had maybe acted more quickly, or stayed away from attention, I could have avoided any consequences, but no, I didn't. I didn't want to hurt them, they seemed to be nice enough, just fending for themselves, doing what anyone would do, hunting me. Someone special. I never really wanted though, to be the way I am. I could have stopped, but that would have killed me. So I had to be this way. The couple looked familiar to me, slowly creeping closer, if I could get back to my bed, hide, or something, I could prevent attack, but now they could see the movement. My curiosity always was my downfall. As the came closer, I knew they could hear my breathing. "Hello?" A familiar voice boomed. Where had I heard that? It echoed down the hallway. I heard something stirring. Maybe my sister. She knows not to mess with people who come after me though, no matter how badly she wants to. I wish that I could just become normal again. I couldn't.

~Flash Forward, Still Mysterious POV~
I ran quickly down the corridor, once filled with laughter and joy, now a battleground. I couldn't bear to let this be my fault. No one would be killed because of me. I can't let that happen again. The last time, well, I wish not to remember it. I wondered about my friend. My crush? Maybe. She was strong-willed. It is dangerous to be that way sometimes, but she can handle herself. I now know that she has been through a lot, now and a long time ago. Possibly more than myself, which is saying something, considering what a persons like me has been through. As I ran, I thought about all my regrets. I don't want to leave, but I may have to. I came to a dead-end, there was a door out to the balcony. Why did I have to be this way, why here, why now? Then I was whisked away into the wind. I felt myself being brought back to reality. The real battle was here, and now. Not with lightsabers and guns, but with words. I need to tell them this. I may not know I them well, but I need to tell them, everything, the deaths, the power, the suffering. My time is now. To save my sister.