Elias dreamed of flying. From the stories that his father told him when he was little, or from holos of people that had bird wings. He knew what he wanted. WIngs to fly with. He had dreamed of flying high in the sky the power to move like a bird. He remembers his mother comming to him in his dreams and decending down upon him. She was beautiful, wearing a wite Jedi robe and a crown of white flowers. He would dream of his mother saving him from the world he lives in.
To his dismay It wouldnt happen. He hated the dreams that made him feel like he left when he did not. Elias wanted to make wings and to explore the galaxy. and he was going to do just that. Today was the day that he would walk in to Theed and find someone to help him get the suplies needed to make his wings.
Elias went to the bars to see if anybody was there. non that he could find, just some drunks and skanks. he then believed that he should go to the Docking bays. maybe someone would be there. He ran to where the docking bays were with entheusasium.
