Disclaimer: Sadly, Star Wars does not belong to me, though it does belong to George Lucas, though. My first fanfic, hope you like it!

Chapter 1

Padme Amidala was taking a peaceful walk at night, the stars where out, and so where Naboo's two moons shining beautifully in the night. She sighed, wanting to reach up and touch the stars, and the moons, but she knew she could not; knowing that he was near one of those stars.

As she kept on walking, she saw a hooded figure standing in front of her; the cloak was a medium brown in color, and very familiar. Smiling, she walked up to him, gently pulling him to face her. But as he turned around, his figure changed; becoming taller, the cloak blacker. His angelic face became encased in a strange shaped black mask, his breathing audible, and machine like. His body was wrapped in a black suit; his hand on hers became iron like, and hard.

She tried to scream, to get away, but he just laughed a cold, hard laugh that sounded nothing like his gentle and kind one. She continued struggling, and broke free; she started to run, but she suddenly felt her throat closing up, she couldn't breathe. She turned to face him, surprised to find that he looked like himself again, except his eyes a shining yellow color. He laughed, still sounding cold and machine like. She blacked out.

Padme woke with a start, cold sweat drenching her body. She felt Anakin's hand stroking her hair; and she turned to face him, his eyes were closed. It was just a dream, but it left a chill in her body; and just like that, she began to cry.

What do you think? I'm not quite sure where this is going, but I'm sure it's going to be awesome!