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darth_stitchAh yes. My personal insanity. *sighs* I have no idea where I get these ideas for the oddest crossovers...
(This originally appeared in the theforce.net message boards under the name Jedi Skysong and FF.net under the name The Kat a.k.a. Jedi Skysong. I still use "Skysong" as a name, though)
A Single Touch of Grace
a Star Wars/Sandman crossover
by Darth Stitch a.k.a. Jedi Skysong
DISCLAIMER: Y'all know the drill. It's Uncle George's sandbox, with a little Neil Gaiman thrown in. Just playing. No money being made off this - just having fun.
"But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point , this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face…"
- "A Thousand Years" by Sting
Prologue – A Song of Stars
A desert, this time.
The Minstrel pulled her wide, broad-rimmed hat over her eyes to shield them from the glare of twin suns. The suns were alien to her – she who had her first memories rooted in a world where there was only one. But the desert was not. The barrenness of endless seas of sand was familiar to her, as was the hints of unexpected beauty in a desert flower, the strangely-colored rocks worn by sand and time.
She found the city easily enough and plied her trade in the streets, singing songs and telling tales of places and times lost for so long that they only lived in her memory now. The money came, a small trickle at first, and then more and more as she caught her audience in the spell of her voice and music. It soon earned her enough for a place to stay, food to eat and drink to cool her thirst and soothe her throat after a long, hot day.
When the stars came out in the sky, she wandered out again to watch them, going just outside the city limits, finding a perch in the junk piles made out of useless machine parts and rusting speeder hulks. Their patterns were as alien to her as the suns but not the way they shone against the velvet darkness of the night sky. Not the music they made.
And oh, how the stars sang tonight.
"You like watching the stars too," said a child’s voice. Startled, she turned to see a boy sitting just below her, his face upturned to watch the sky as well. A fair-haired child, perhaps about seven or eight years of age, with eyes that reflected the color of the sky.
She smiled. "I like to hear them sing."
The boy looked up at her, those sky-colored eyes wide and curious. "Do you really hear them?"
"Yes," she answered. "You can hear them too, if you listen."
The boy looked up again at the stars, his little face intent and eager. And then, he smiled, joyously. "I can hear them! I can hear them too!"
"The stars will always sing to those who love them," the Minstrel told the boy.
"Yes," the boy said happily. "You know what? Someday, I will fly to all those stars. I will see each and every one of them."
"Then greet them hello for me," she laughed. "They would love to have you."
And it was as if the stars picked up on their happiness and the song became ever more joyous, reflecting their wonder and delight.
The Minstrel joined them, adding her own voice in harmony with theirs.
The boy sprang down from his perch and spun around, his arms outstretched, laughing with glee as he danced to their song.
Somewhere in Destiny’s garden, the Eldest of the Endless paused with his hand on the pages of his book.
Somewhere in the chaos and swirling madness of Delirium’s realm, everything seemed to stop, to shiver in that moment of boy and Minstrel and stars and joyous song – everything seemed to be pulled together, to rework themselves in glorious harmony, in joy…
In Delight.
And Delight, whole and healed for that one perfect moment, with butterflies dancing in her hair, reached out for the boy who loved the stars, took his hand and danced with him.
And the Minstrel sang to them, for that one perfect moment, and gave herself entirely to that joy.
But all songs must end.
And Destiny turned the page of his book once more.
"IT WaS LoVely," Delirium, who was so briefly Delight, said, as she let go of the boy. The butterflies swirled and changed and turned to goldfish this time, seeking shelter in the ruins of her hair. "HaVen’T HaD so MUCH Fun in a LoNG time."
"You changed," the boy said in surprise. And gently, he reached out to touch a fish…that swirled, and changed, and turned to a star.
"I AlwayS…uM…ChanGE. ThAT’s…weLL…it’S Always ChaNGE."
"But why?"
The Minstrel put her hand on the boy’s shoulder. "There’s always change. But there’s always the joy…and that’s what matters, isn’t it?"
Delirium bent and kissed the boy’s forehead. "I LiKE yoU," she said happily. And to the Minstrel: "THAnk YoU."
And she was gone.
The Minstrel and the boy looked at each other. "Will I ever see you again?" the boy asked her.
The Minstrel smiled and mussed his hair. "When you visit the stars, I will sing of you. You’ll see me again."
"And her too, I think," the boy said thoughtfully. "Was she an angel?"
An image flashed briefly in the Minstrel’s mind, a rare presentiment of the Future to one who would always See the Past. "No. But you’ll see angels too. As well as the stars. Someday."
They walked back together, hand in hand, as the stars began to fade, one by one, with the coming dawn.
-end prologue -
A/N: Sometimes, muses just bash you on the head with an IDEA and you can't get a single moment's peace unless you work it out. This story is one of them. I still can't believe I've actually gone and started writing (with every intention of FINISHING, believe it or not - this DOES have an end already) a SW fic. Ah well…
This is humbly dedicated to Jedi Galadriel (FernWithy) and all the folks who were part of "The Penitent" as well as the rest of the fanfic writers who've done such wonderful stories in that "galaxy far, far away..."
(This originally appeared in the theforce.net message boards under the name Jedi Skysong and FF.net under the name The Kat a.k.a. Jedi Skysong. I still use "Skysong" as a name, though)
A Single Touch of Grace
a Star Wars/Sandman crossover
by Darth Stitch a.k.a. Jedi Skysong
DISCLAIMER: Y'all know the drill. It's Uncle George's sandbox, with a little Neil Gaiman thrown in. Just playing. No money being made off this - just having fun.
"But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point , this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face…"
- "A Thousand Years" by Sting
Prologue – A Song of Stars
A desert, this time.
The Minstrel pulled her wide, broad-rimmed hat over her eyes to shield them from the glare of twin suns. The suns were alien to her – she who had her first memories rooted in a world where there was only one. But the desert was not. The barrenness of endless seas of sand was familiar to her, as was the hints of unexpected beauty in a desert flower, the strangely-colored rocks worn by sand and time.
She found the city easily enough and plied her trade in the streets, singing songs and telling tales of places and times lost for so long that they only lived in her memory now. The money came, a small trickle at first, and then more and more as she caught her audience in the spell of her voice and music. It soon earned her enough for a place to stay, food to eat and drink to cool her thirst and soothe her throat after a long, hot day.
When the stars came out in the sky, she wandered out again to watch them, going just outside the city limits, finding a perch in the junk piles made out of useless machine parts and rusting speeder hulks. Their patterns were as alien to her as the suns but not the way they shone against the velvet darkness of the night sky. Not the music they made.
And oh, how the stars sang tonight.
"You like watching the stars too," said a child’s voice. Startled, she turned to see a boy sitting just below her, his face upturned to watch the sky as well. A fair-haired child, perhaps about seven or eight years of age, with eyes that reflected the color of the sky.
She smiled. "I like to hear them sing."
The boy looked up at her, those sky-colored eyes wide and curious. "Do you really hear them?"
"Yes," she answered. "You can hear them too, if you listen."
The boy looked up again at the stars, his little face intent and eager. And then, he smiled, joyously. "I can hear them! I can hear them too!"
"The stars will always sing to those who love them," the Minstrel told the boy.
"Yes," the boy said happily. "You know what? Someday, I will fly to all those stars. I will see each and every one of them."
"Then greet them hello for me," she laughed. "They would love to have you."
And it was as if the stars picked up on their happiness and the song became ever more joyous, reflecting their wonder and delight.
The Minstrel joined them, adding her own voice in harmony with theirs.
The boy sprang down from his perch and spun around, his arms outstretched, laughing with glee as he danced to their song.
Somewhere in Destiny’s garden, the Eldest of the Endless paused with his hand on the pages of his book.
Somewhere in the chaos and swirling madness of Delirium’s realm, everything seemed to stop, to shiver in that moment of boy and Minstrel and stars and joyous song – everything seemed to be pulled together, to rework themselves in glorious harmony, in joy…
In Delight.
And Delight, whole and healed for that one perfect moment, with butterflies dancing in her hair, reached out for the boy who loved the stars, took his hand and danced with him.
And the Minstrel sang to them, for that one perfect moment, and gave herself entirely to that joy.
But all songs must end.
And Destiny turned the page of his book once more.
"IT WaS LoVely," Delirium, who was so briefly Delight, said, as she let go of the boy. The butterflies swirled and changed and turned to goldfish this time, seeking shelter in the ruins of her hair. "HaVen’T HaD so MUCH Fun in a LoNG time."
"You changed," the boy said in surprise. And gently, he reached out to touch a fish…that swirled, and changed, and turned to a star.
"I AlwayS…uM…ChanGE. ThAT’s…weLL…it’S Always ChaNGE."
"But why?"
The Minstrel put her hand on the boy’s shoulder. "There’s always change. But there’s always the joy…and that’s what matters, isn’t it?"
Delirium bent and kissed the boy’s forehead. "I LiKE yoU," she said happily. And to the Minstrel: "THAnk YoU."
And she was gone.
The Minstrel and the boy looked at each other. "Will I ever see you again?" the boy asked her.
The Minstrel smiled and mussed his hair. "When you visit the stars, I will sing of you. You’ll see me again."
"And her too, I think," the boy said thoughtfully. "Was she an angel?"
An image flashed briefly in the Minstrel’s mind, a rare presentiment of the Future to one who would always See the Past. "No. But you’ll see angels too. As well as the stars. Someday."
They walked back together, hand in hand, as the stars began to fade, one by one, with the coming dawn.
-end prologue -
A/N: Sometimes, muses just bash you on the head with an IDEA and you can't get a single moment's peace unless you work it out. This story is one of them. I still can't believe I've actually gone and started writing (with every intention of FINISHING, believe it or not - this DOES have an end already) a SW fic. Ah well…
This is humbly dedicated to Jedi Galadriel (FernWithy) and all the folks who were part of "The Penitent" as well as the rest of the fanfic writers who've done such wonderful stories in that "galaxy far, far away..."
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Date: 2003-08-09 10:40 pm (UTC)I've got some SW fics on my own website - one is a Darth Maul romance (trust me - this *is* DM we're talking about, so the 'romance' is uh... different), and several are fics with my fav blue person, Grand Admiral Thrawn. And one fic featuring an Imperial Guard I fell in love with while reading the Crimson Empire comic series.
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Date: 2003-08-09 11:37 pm (UTC)Will check the fics out! This should be an interesting read...
*Stitch scampers off*