Writing Prompts – Day 3 of 12

Day 3:  Mystery Cookie

One Day you come into work and find a cookie mysteriously placed on your desk. Grateful

to whoever left this anonymous cookie, you eat it. The next morning you come in and find

another cookie. This continues for months until one Day a different object is left—and this

time there’s a note.

 

Whenever I actually find something left for me on my desk at work – especially if it’s food of any kind – I assume it’s from Generous George, and accept it with gratitude, always thanking him when I see him. For the purposes of this, I’ll assume it was George, but then come to find that it was, in fact, not. Maybe he denies it, and maybe I don’t believe him at first, but eventually come to the supposition that perhaps the cookies are not coming from Georgie at all. I mean, it goes on for months – that’s a lot of false denial on both our parts.

I wonder why “Day” is capitalized in the prompt write-up?

Anyway, one day I come in and, instead of a cookie, I find a small feather. It looks like it’s from a pigeon. And not so much a note – but a map.

(Note: Just got some rather sad news so keeping this short, because I’m no longer very focused on writing at the moment)

So a map. From what I can tell, it’s for an area of my workplace, but one I haven’t been to in years. Not the way it was, anyway. Renovations several years ago rearranged things, so now there is an alarmed security door between where I am now and the stairwell I used to use several times a day. No one really uses that area any more, as this side of the door is just storage space, and all of the offices that used to be on this level have been moved to a different building all together. Other than the washrooms, there’s no need for anyone to come down to the stairwell on the other side of the door anymore. We used to use it as our main entrance and exit back in the day, however, so it doesn’t take long before I recognize what I am looking at.

In fact, it was in that very stairwell – mere months before I moved away for a short time – that a pendant so precious to me I wore it every day, broke suddenly, and a piece of it was lost. It had been a gift, created by hand, and given to me to mark a special day. I valued it almost as much as I valued the one who gave it to me, and even though I changed the cord it hung from a couple of times to keep it strong, the beads and other items which hung from it remained ever the same.

Until that day.

Out of nowhere, the cord suddenly snapped and everything scattered to the tiled floor as I was starting to climb the stairs. I was a tad confused as to how it had broken, as to my knowledge the cord I was using was still in good shape, but the pendant had broken before, and I’d always retrieved all of the pieces, and placed them back in their proper order on a new cord.

This time, I gathered everything up once again, and double-checked to make sure I had it all. I did not. There was a single bead missing. This would not be a huge deal, except that the beads were all in pairs on the pendant, and not having one meant that the balance was all thrown off. What’s more is that a piece of the whole was missing, and that just didn’t sit right with me. Inside, I started to become a little frantic, and then a lot frantic, as the more I searched – even including the help of a friend – the more obvious it became that the bead was gone.

Despite the fact that there was nowhere for it to go. There were no cracks in the tile, no gaps between the floor and the wall which wasn’t sealed. We widened our search to ridiculous proportions, but eventually I had to concede defeat. A bead from my precious pendant was gone, and it felt like a piece of me was missing.

It felt like something important had left me, like the One Ring when it chooses to abandon Gollum in the caverns.

That feeling returns with the memories of that day as I follow the map which had been left on my desk with the wee feather. I actually forgot for a moment that the door is alarmed now and I can’t go through it without setting it off, so I turn sheepishly to go upstairs and outside to come in the other entrance. There is a tiny ‘x’ near a corner of the map, and while it’s close to the door, it does appear to be on the other side from where I now work.

I begin to feel even more silly as I descend the stairs, yet memories of that one day increase the closer I get to where it happened. Now that I am here, I take a moment to re-orient myself with the map (I’m basically lost once I get inside most of the time – my sense of direction is crap), and look around the area of the ‘x’ for anything which appears to be out of place. I can’t notice anything overt – definitely no more cookies or even feathers – and the floors are actually quite smooth and clean, since they are so rarely used these days.

I’m feeling pretty ridiculous and am about to head back to work when something catches my eye. It’s in a corner, hard to see, but the pattern of the tile appears to be skewed ever so slightly. Upon closer inspection, I realize that it’s not skewed so much as chipped off. A piece of the tile has cracked at some point, and while the broken part has long since been swept away, it left behind a small gap between the tile and the wall it connects to.

What the hell, right?

I get down on my hands and knees, listening for any sign of another person approaching, and pull out my phone to flip on the flashlight app. Shining it into the dark corner, my heart seems to skip a beat.

The light flickers off of something shiny in that tiny gap.

Feeling ever more insane and yet driven at the same time, I tug my key ring from my jeans pocket, select the one which appears to be the best fit, and wiggle it into the narrow, jagged fracture. I scrape the key toward me a few times, then feel something give under the metal. One more pull in my direction frees it completely, and a small object rolls into the beam of light still emanating from my phone.

Naturally, it’s the missing bead from my pendant. All these years later, it’s decided to return to me.

I mean, what would have been the point of telling that whole story if it had been anything else, right?

Do NOT Read Unless You’ve Seen Star Wars: The Force Awakens

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Or, you know, if you don’t care about spoilers.

They are minor spoilers, but regardless, you’ve been warned.

So, I’ve been thinking about the map. You know, the one that leads to Skywalker, that was at the heart of the whole film. In addition to blowing up the Death Star 3.0 thingy, of course.

I was thinking last night, and trying to backtrack a bit to before Luke disappeared. I never really questioned that R2 might have a copy of the same map that the Empire/First Order had, because even if it hadn’t occurred to me that R2 may have downloaded it when he’d plugged into the Death Star decades earlier, I’m used to the Expanded Universe, wherein the Alliance learned a lot from the records that had been kept on Corusant after it had been liberated from the Empire’s grasp once the 2nd Death Star was destroyed. So to me, many of the old Empire records (haha I liked that movie!) would have been fair game.

And the map on both sides was incomplete, which I guess would make sense if Luke himself had to go searching for the first Jedi temple. That may never have been common knowledge.

So, presumably, at some point, Luke found what he was looking for, and added it to the map. He created the missing segment and either gave it to Max von Sydow, or left it somewhere it could be found. Hopefully by an ally.

Maybe it was created from whatever transportation he used to get there. Whatever. I’m not even sure how the first part of his journey was available on both R2’s copy and the First Order’s, but maybe the FO was just able to narrow it down based on the missing piece, and needed that last bit to pinpoint Luke’s location. It all makes for a sweet team effort between R2 and BB-8 (WHOM I FREAKING LOVE), so I’ll allow it.

To me, the more important piece of information is WHERE that missing piece was left and located.

From what we can tell so far, it was on Jakku.

The same place Rey was left years ago.

That can’t possibly be a coincidence. Not even in a galaxy far, far away.

Maybe Max von Sydow was its guardian. Maybe he was even there to keep an eye on young Rey, much the way Obi-Wan kept an eye on Luke – from a distance – while he was growing up on Tatooine. Maybe not. But regardless of the connection, or if there even is one, my brain keeps going over everything we learn in the film, and trying to figure out who Rey could be.

It’s kind of an obsession, to be honest. I haven’t been this excited about a new character in that universe since my introduction to Mara Jade. The fact that Daisy Ridley looks so much like Natalie Portman and Keira Knightley makes me think she’s at least related to Luke and Leia in some way, but it is of course possible that she’s not. Maybe she’s a Kenobi. Maybe she’s from another family entirely that was or was not strong in the Force. Though abandoning a kid on a desert planet by herself for no reason seems kind of cold, so I’m thinking someone knew she was important. Or that she would be.

Plus, there’s all the little things that tie her to our known heroes. The hug with Leia even though they’d never met, while Chewie and Leia didn’t even acknowledge one another at that point.  Han and Leia were both unconcerned when Kylo Ren took Rey with him, and I don’t feel that was a lack of compassion on their part. I think it was more that they knew she’d be okay with Ren, at least for awhile.

(By the way, why would his name be Ben? That didn’t really make sense to me, but whatever. I’ll allow that, too, for sentimentality’s sake. Haha)

The visions when she touched the lightsaber were all from the outside, and mostly of events and people she had never witnessed in person. Even the flashback to being left behind on Jakku was from someone else’s point of view. It could have just been how it was edited, but she was looking down at herself, not up at the ship leaving, as if she was re-living it from her point of view. As well, the lightsaber was not present at any of those events, either, so there must be some connection between it and Rey through the Force itself. Not just ANY lightsaber, but that one in particular.

She’d had visions of Luke’s location before she’d seen it, and as they approach the island, Chewie glances at her, as if to gauge her reaction to seeing it in person.

And she is a very quick study in the ways of the Force, especially considering she thought it was all legend. I don’t know the timing of everything yet, but if she was left on Jakku around the time Kylo Ren turned dark, she was not an infant, and Luke had a whole legion of people he’d been training, so the Jedi wouldn’t have exactly been hiding at that point. They would have been known throughout the galaxy, at least of their existence. So that she picks everything Force-related up so quickly makes me think maybe she’s a tad more connected to the Force than even Luke had been when he was young and untrained.

Or born in it, like Anakin, but that seemed a bit much.

Anyway, it occurred to me that the missing piece of the map was located on the same planet as Rey, and that both needed to find their way to the Republic, and eventually lead her in particular to Luke. There’s a lot going on emotionally for both characters by the time they see one another, and I personally can’t wait to see what happens in the immediate moments following where TFA leaves off, let alone anything else that happens in Episode 8!

How many more months to go now?