She wasn't made of glass, but that little fact didn't keep the planet in front of her from splintering into shards

She wasn't made of glass, but that little fact didn't keep the planet in front of her from splintering into shards.

Silence.

The screams reverberated in the throes of her empty skull for exactly five seconds before she shuts off the Force.

That's right, the Force.

She's kept the secret of having the Force to her herself for so long, she's almost convinced herself she doesn't have it anymore.

The key word there was almost.

It mocks her, since she can no longer pretend to a diplomat.

Once a princess in pretty clothes, now she's a goddess of the dead.

The screams fall silent on their own, and the silence is more stifling than the pain.

Leia puts on her imperfect masque of broken shards, and hopes Darth Vader has not witnessed the slip of the Force.

He hasn't, so she sits on her pedestal and tries not to cry for lost souls.

It's only a drabble, but hey, it's the first piece of fanfiction I've written in awhile. Now, if only I could finish Changing History…(I don't own Star Wars or any of it's characters).