A tattered ribbon is my inheritance. It's long and dark blue, fraying around the edges. It was tied around my arm when we came to the Resistance. We don't know where it came from, or what it means. You can't gain knowledge of your heritage from a scrap of fabric. Tyan and I cut it in half, sewing the symbol of the Resistance onto the inside. He wears it around his wrist, and mine is wrapped around my hair. We never go anywhere without them. They are a symbol, not of our past or our home planet, but of each other. They are a reminder that there is always someone waiting for you, someone who will never give up on you, a reminder to come home.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! These first two chapters are going to be backstory, and then I'll start with the story arc. Reviews, comments and suggestions are very appreciated.
May the Force be with you 3