Experimenting with formatting

[quatorz]

Title: Aeons, chapter 1
Prompt: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 869
Disclaimer: No disclaimer for this one. This is actually a snippet from my original Star Wars story.
A/N: I am trying to format a story on livejournal so that it will look like written text on a page. I am actually kind of a psycho about formatting. Now I just have to see if that works with different browsers.
A/N II: I must thank my beta reader, redlance_ck. You are awesome! Technically that was left over from my the text I copied, but she is awesome so I left it in.

Chapter 1

Life can be traced as a thread of interwoven cause and effect relationships ultimately leading up to one moment. This moment.
          All her life, she had been raised on stories of heroes, of adventure-of exploration into the uncharted depths of the galaxy.
          Now, as she pulled herself along the cold, rough surface of the tunnel's steep incline, perhaps she exaggerated the danger to herself because she longed for a hero's existence.
          But she was an intelligent girl, intelligent enough to realize that she and her friends had escaped detection primarily because no one was really looking.
          Growing up among the rebellion against the Empire, she was surrounded by men and women who fought what many considered to be a losing battle. They didn't have to use their imaginations to conjure up stories of heroism, but merely to look amongst themselves.
          She was living in the midst of real heroes who battled every day against overwhelming odds, and never lost hope.
          She was living in the midst of someone else's heroic story.
          At least that's how it felt most of the time...
          “We're lost,” she heard whispered behind her. She didn't recognize the voice, so she knew immediately it was Gates Lighter. He was new to their circle, and she'd been hesitant about bringing him along from the start.
          “We're not lost,” another voice answered.
          Gates protested. “But, I think we should have turned--”
          “Aeon, are we lost?” the other voice asked her.
          “Nope,” she assured them.
          “But back there--”
          A girl's voice piped in from the darkness: “If she says we're not lost, we're not lost. Aeon doesn't get lost.”
          She smiled in spite of herself, but it was true. She could navigate the complex network of tunnels with her eyes closed, guided by some instinct that she didn't understand, yet had never failed her. Where she had developed this instinct she didn't know, but she never remembered having such an uncanny sense of direction before she came to this planet.

I think this works...