Title: To The Last Star Genre: Diary Author: Divapilot Characters: Enfys Nest Era: PT (just prior to ANH); Pre- Solo Notes: Written for the 2019 Dear Diary Challenge (DDC2019) Summary: Young Enfys Nest learns what it takes to be a true leader. Third Moon of Winter in My Fifteenth Year at Nest, During the Silent Sigh of the Goddess Mother came home last night. Father was pleased to see her again, and he had made roast corfowl with savar bread to bring to the celebration. Anshyn kept trying to steal food but he reprimanded her, reminding her that the celebration food is for all who live in the Nest, not just for little girls like her. I asked Mother about the excursion. She told me that they had found and recovered the missing equipment, which she will sell to her buyer in exchange for more grain for the upcoming hard season. And, as a present, she brought me a length of dewback leather. It’s well broken in and will make for an excellent pair of riding pants. This afternoon, we all celebrated together in the Great Hall, and the men opened the creaking rafters to allow the sun in and the smoke out. Tables stretched across the wide room, and little children and their small pets played beside each other. There was much feasting, not only Father’s corfowl but the other fine foods that the men brought. We sat beside the expeditionaries, even beside those who are not Of Us, as they earned their places today with a successful venture. We finished our celebration with a joyous song of thanks to the Goddess, and then the men began to clear out the foodstuffs and left the Great Hall. It was time for the business of running the Nest to commence, and the Great Hall would be needed for the meeting. After the celebration, which included the company of Aunt Jarrica and Aunt Thyhur and their mates and their children, I had turned to leave with the younglings when Aunt Jarrica caught my arm. “You are of age now,” she said. “You have been asked for at the meeting.” I stopped, surprised but not really surprised. I expected this day would come. Now that Mother is home she will begin to plan the next operation, and I always knew there would eventually be the day when she would want her First Daughter to attend her. So I turned away from the younglings, never to go back. I could hear the Fathers singing as they began their evening chores and the younglings call to each other and laugh at their games under the watchful eyes of the Fathers. But my day to play games is done. I have woman’s work to do. At this point in the evening, the Great Hall was growing dark, with slats of pale yellow light falling in lines across the benches and tables. Lumines were kindled at the corners of the room and they cast a golden hue to the assembly. The women of the Nest were all there -- the Mothers in front, the Sisters and their babes at breast in the middle, and the Grandmothers behind them. In the very back were the New Women, and that is where I sat. My friend Gandys glanced at me. Her Mother is the leader of the Gatekeepers. The New Women slid over to make room for me. Mother began the meeting. She told of her excursion, of the Hutt ship they attacked, the contraband that they had uncovered. She explained how they recovered the shipment, and she listed by name the warriors who participated. Then she listed the names of the warriors who had fallen in the effort (there were only two), hitting her chest and raising her fists to the Goddess as their names were consigned to the Sacred Above. She mentioned that among the items hoarded by the Hutt criminals, they had found six slaves and had freed them. Of the crew of the Hutt ship, she only had to execute seven, and three were allowed to live so that the story could be retold. The witnesses in the Great Hall murmured their approval. “As a final part of our celebration tonight,” Mother said, her voice strong and deep, “I have decided it is time that my First Daughter should join us.” She looked at me. “Come. Approach the high bench.” I got up and walked confidently to the front of the room. All eyes were on me and I stood proudly. My mother stood tall and strong as the Goddess herself, her black hair like a halo around her head. “Enfys of the Nest, it is your time to ride above. You will join the Cloud Riders on our next excursion.” She placed her hand on her battle helmet, which lay in front of her on the table. I placed my hand on the battle helmet beside hers and recited the vow of the Cloud Riders. “I will fight beside you. I pledge my loyalty until we reach the last edge, the last opening, the last star, and can go no higher.” Spoiler: Notes on this character Enfys Nest is a canon character from the movie Solo: A Star Wars Story. She also appears in the novelization of the movie. You can find out more about her here.