Omera held her daughter in her arms, who cried softly as the hover sled
left the village with the Mandalorian and the child on board. She had
the feeling that she was almost crying herself. It had been years since
she had last cried. It was the day her husband had died.
And now
there was this man who was leaving, with whom she had fallen in love.
Omera held Winta tightly and tried to comfort her. But she didn't know
how to do this when she herself was so desperately in need of comfort.
She
vividly remembered the day the warrior came into her life. It was two
days after the raiders had attacked her village and stolen the krill
harvest. The work of many months was lost almost in the blink of an eye.
On the day after the raid, a ship approached, and something told
her there might be help. News of the Mandalorian who had been seen in
the cantina spread quickly. So Omera sent two villagers with all the
credits they had to hire the man to protect them.
She never thought
she would fall in love again. But then there was this man, a man who
didn't speak much, a man who never took off his helmet. He told her that
this was the Mandalorian way. That he would have to stay if she saw his
face. How desperately she had wished he would let her take off his
helmet. But that never happened.
There was this brief moment
after they had defeated the marauders. She tried to lift his helmet,
wanted to tell him about her feelings for him. But he stopped her,
telling her that he didn't belong in her village. That he would only let
the child stay there because it was better for the little one.
And
then there was the shot that destroyed all her hopes. The Mandalorian
hurriedly packed his things and set off without looking back.
Omera
sighed and watched the hover sled until it had disappeared into the
forest. Then she turned around and walked back to her hut with her
daughter.
The widow and the Mandalorian - it was just a dream.
