A/N: Hey everybody! I am back with another story! I guess you could consider it a sequel to Loss. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars: the Clone Wars.
I walk over the rubble. My boots causing the unstable ground to crunch beneath my feet. A dull ache resonates throughout my body. The destruction all around is sickening.
I walk over a large pile of rubble toward my master. He stands in front of two clones.
"Master," I whisper quietly.
"What is it, Ahsoka?" he asks not turning around to look at me.
"I didn't find any survivors," as the words come out of my mouth my voice cracks a little. Anakin doesn't respond. He simply stands and waits for the clones to come back. I don't say anything but I continue to stand behind him, my head cast downward.
I remember the beauty of Coruscant. The tall sky scrapers, the neon lights, the constant hustle and bustle of people. All that is gone now.
I remember the bombs. All of them booming from beneath us, simultaneously. I remember the chaos and panic. I remember the pure terror running through the hearts of every single living being.
The bombs destroyed everything. They tore down every building. Everything. I remember watching people being blown to bits from being to close to the massive explosions. I remember watching children scream as they were killed along with the rest of their family.
There was no escaping the bombs. I still don't know how my master and I survived. I look down at my arms and realize they are covered in blood just like the rest of my body. I know most of the blood probably isn't mine and a slight shudder runs through me.
A small whimper escapes my lips and I shift my gaze from my battered body to my master. He stands tall and firm. He looks as if he is ready to fight a battle.
I've always admired my master's ability to recover from horrible ordeals in a short amount of time. As I study his posture I notice he is trembling slightly. Both of us know that we have lost many of our friends. Even though we haven't found their bodies yet we know they are gone.
The Force bears down on me and I feel all the pain, fear, and death that hangs in the air of the devastated city. I wonder how many people survived. The weight of the Force tells me only a small percentage of the people survived.
I look once more at the devastation around me. I listen to the fires that still burn. I listen to the crumbling rubble as it falls from the piles. I look up at the smokey blue sky.
Suddenly, a thought dawns on me.
"Master," I whisper again.
"Yea?" he says, his voice low.
"Coruscant will never be the same," the words come out of my mouth slowly, and my voice cracks with each syllable.
"No," Anakin says, "It won't."
I look down at the ground. Coruscant will never be the same. Of course the city will be rebuilt but that could take ages.
Will I get to see Coruscant again? I think to myself. Will I get to see Coruscant in all of its beauty again?
I look around me, at the rubble once more and I realize that I will never get to see the Coruscant I loved, ever again.
A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed this little fic! If you did please review and favorite! Thanks for reading and have a marvelous day or night, younglings!
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars: the Clone Wars.