Star Wars A New Hope Medal Ceremony Novels & Stories

In the script this time, many Actresses wanted to enter as much as possible, because Cassie's identity and the power behind her made their hearts palpitate. If they could play with her, even if they didn't have a lot of money, they would make a lot of fame. If she still had the ability to suppress Cassie, then she would become famous! As expected, Lennon received the invitation for the ceremony. He had received a personal achievement award, and for Lennon at his age, this award was extremely rare. The awards ceremony would be held tomorrow night. This was a very large awards ceremony, and all the celebrities, media personnel, and the entire film industry were shaken by it.

And as he opened the door for me, his hand steady at the small of my back, I realized something terrifyingly simple, I wasn’t afraid of him breaking the world for me. I was afraid of how much I wanted him to. A week later, the city was alive with anticipation. Banners of silver and blue fluttered across the skyline, marking the annual Star-Moon Pack Awards Ceremony—the night when werewolves who had made remarkable contributions were honored before the entire region. When the courier handed me the sleek white envelope, sealed with the pack’s insignia, I almost didn’t believe it. My name—Lana Huston—was embossed in gold across the front.

“The First Annual Dag West Memorial Award goes to…Colton McKay.” Happy whoops rent the air. Colt lumbered across the dirt, the tattered fringe on his chaps flapping, clearly in shock. He hugged Chassie, clapped Trevor on the back, and studied the award. After a second or so, he faced the audience and raised it above his head. He seemed too choked up to speak. The crowd went wild. A lump rose in Skylar’s throat when the McKays and the Wests ran across the arena to celebrate with Colt. Maybe Kade would rather be with his family tonight, instead of sixty miles away.

Ethan helped me up, brushing grass from my arm. I looked at him, and for a second, all the tension of the past few weeks faded away. “I think we need more practice,” he joked. After the races, everyone gathered for the award ceremony under a string of paper lanterns. The principal called families up by name to give out medals and certificates. I figured we wouldn’t get anything, since we hadn’t won a single event, but then to our surprise, “I want to give a special medal today to Lucas and his parents, Katelyn and Ethan,” the principal announced.

“This award if for the Chairman’s Commendation, for students whose impact has been undeniable this past year and this semester…” He read the names clearly. “Cassie Monroe. Ledger Rivers. Alison Rivers. Sheila Hart. Otto Greene. Kylian Wu. Zeke Evans.” We each stood one by one and made our way to the stage. Otto stood as well, face unreadable. When he passed by Ledger, their shoulders brushed. Neither acknowledged it. We were handed medallions on ribbons and certificates in sleek black folders. One by one. Applause filled the room. I felt lightheaded. Not just from winning, but from what this night had become.

In the end, he locked the screen without sending it and turned to look out the window, a trace of helplessness in his eyes. He knew that even if he sent it, Miranda wouldn’t necessarily want to hear it from him. The awards ceremony ended at five that evening. Miranda walked back to the hotel with Dr. Lewis and several senior academy members. Along the way, plenty of reporters pointed their cameras at them, capturing one polished moment after another from the academic world. Back in Atlantis City, the award had also drawn major attention across the industry. James sat in his office and watched the livestream to the end. He felt genuinely happy to see how far Miranda had come.

Then he stepped forward and firmly grasped my hand. "I'm not here because of the protest. This is just a coincidence." This made the police officers even more confused. "So, why are you here?" John smiled at me kindly. "Eve Green, I'm here to award you the Honorary Citizen Medal, in recognition of your contributions to police officers, firefighters, and other public service personnel." Only then did I notice a small box and a red certificate holder in his hands. When he opened it, a gleaming crimson medal lay inside.

“Some people went home early because they were too worried about plunging to their deaths.” “Ungrateful,” Javan whispers. “Stop,” Addison whispers back, laughing quietly. The awards presentation begins. Nathan gives a brief introduction for each person, submitted by whoever nominated them for the award, then the winner walks up to the podium to collect their engraved glass trophy, which is an intricate sculpture of the R Roswell logo.

Applause, laughter, and joy surged through the air in one powerful wave. Professors and students alike watched the ceremony with attentive eyes; pride and anticipation were visible in every gaze. The dean stood at the podium, his voice steady and warm as it echoed clearly throughout the hall. “And now,” he announced, pausing briefly for effect, “it is my honor to present the Medal of Excellence to… Evelyn Romano.” A fresh wave of applause erupted, and all eyes turned toward me. I could hardly believe this was real. Praise and cheers surrounded me—this was the moment I had dreamed of my entire life.

At that very moment, we both heard the host announce, "And now, for the best sportsman of the year, the award goes to Harry Anderson." In that instant, Harry swiftly walked away from me, and I still struggled to fully grasp what he had just revealed. I wiped away my tears and returned to the hall. By then, Harry had already ascended the stage and was presented with a small golden trophy. Surprisingly, he also received a medal, which he wore around his neck. Before he had the chance to acknowledge those who supported him, I was back in my seat. At that moment, no one knew what had transpired between Harry and me, not even my best friend or my mum, as they were engrossed in the ceremony's atmo