Title: Innocent Blood
Characters: Younglings
Summary: Step into the ruined Jedi Temple and listen to the voices of the past.
Disclaimer: Star Wars and everything in it isn't mine. I'm just having fun playing with it.
Welcome, please, come in. Ignore the charred ruins, the rubble, the stench of unnameable things and the stains on the floor. There is more left here than what you can see. This was once a grand Temple and a place to be proud of. More importantly, it was our home, our haven where we grew, played, fought and learnt. Where our Masters treated us kindly and Healers made us well. We felt safe here…we thought we were.
Stay for a while if you wish. You may feel us among you. Do not worry, we will not hurt you. We are not used to visitors and many of us are curious to see who dares to enter this fallen place. Please, stay for a while and listen to our tale, for it has yet to be told and we need it to be so.
We are not of this planet any more; our lives were taken from us, and while we remain of this world, we are no longer part of it. All that's left is an essence of who we are…were. The future for us is an eternity of nothingness. We feel no pain, no hope, no love, and no sadness. We are alone, yet not alone. We surround each other and through the Force we are able to sense who each of us are, who we were. I am able to feel the spirits of the others that fell beside me that terrible day. We have never left, but have lingered here, half way between the light and the dark. Try as we might the light, our salvation, is too far away for us to reach. We have come to believe that we will only be able to reach it when he falls.
What happened to us you ask? This hall where you stand echoes with memories of our downfall; our past is replayed in this room over and over. We remember the clones, the blasters, the screams, the Jedi code near forgotten as fear and panic filled our souls. Friends protecting friends, falling for each other…looking for escape and finding none…except death.
I remember an older boy, much admired, pushing me forward, away from it all…run, he whispered, run…Then he stopped and turned to fight, hoping to give us a chance. But he himself didn't have one and just as suddenly, he was gone. I stood, rooted to the spot, paralyzed with fear. I whimpered his name Whie before looking up into the eyes of the one who had struck him down. I gasped and the caped figure before me stood to one side, motioning to the clones to open fire…and then nothing, but the darkness.
Who am I? I am forever this – I will never grow up, become old, complete my training and I will never become a Jedi. Who was I? I was brought to the Temple as a baby, taken from my parents and placed here to become a guardian of the peace. I can hear the ghost of my name whispered in the halls, Angel O'Hath. I was nine years old on the day the unthinkable happened, the day the actions of a hero, the hero with no fear, caused my death…
The death of us all.
And that is our story, one of innocence and betrayal. We ask you not to forget, just as we have not forgotten.
You ask what will happen to us?
We will wait for the Force to come into balance once more and on that day we will reach the light; we will be complete.
And now we must part ways.
We thank you for your company.
Journey well.
May the Force be with you.