A/N - Hey all. A couple of small notes before the actual thing. First,
while this isn't my first story, it's my first one in this category, so
please no "Hey, this one's been done a million times before!" Second, I own
nothing save for a vegetarian, accident-prone cat, so pass the word to
George that this is a catch and release situation. I'm only using his
characters for my own personal enjoyment, not for profit. (Although I wish
I did own certain characters.^_^ Enough from me, here's my story.
Rain
It seems to be my place in life to suffer. I have lost so much, and I get the feeling that I still have a long way to go before my guilt finally eases. So many people are dead, and it is all because of me. Because I was too arrogant. Because I failed. Not even years of my training can stop the feelings that assault me. After all, I was so blind that I failed to see the simple truths laid out before me. The others saw it though, and tried to tell me, but I refused to listen. I was so sure in my own abilities, so sure that I could handle this task. I was terribly mistaken, and it cost me everything. I lost my home and my family, the people who, though they were not related by blood, were bonded to me by something much stronger, and the place that always seemed to welcome me. The final blow, the one that hit the hardest was the loss of the man I loved like me own brother. All my suffering was caused by two words. Two words that were spoken out of haste and desperation. I would have had nothing to do with the current state of the galaxy, nothing to do with the boy that did this all, if hadn't been for the man that taught me. He was taken from me, though, to soon, and too fast. In a desperate act to ease his pain, I instantly agreed to his final request, not bothering to think about it. I took the boy under my protection, to teach him and care for him until he was ready to stand on his own. But, in the end, he tried to kill me. I will always remember with clarity, the way he looked when he told me he hated me. I failed him, by letting him fall, but I also failed my own mentor, the man who was my best friend more than anything else. And yet, as I touch the sleeping infant curled up in my robe, I can see the solution to all these problems. He will succeed where I failed. And I see the best parts of the boy I helped raise, and I realize that I have not lost everything. I still have this child, my legacy, and the shining light of hope in the darkness that blankets the galaxy. I will watch him until the end, even from beyond death, if I must. I love the rain, because in the end, no one can tell the difference between rain and tears..
Rain
It seems to be my place in life to suffer. I have lost so much, and I get the feeling that I still have a long way to go before my guilt finally eases. So many people are dead, and it is all because of me. Because I was too arrogant. Because I failed. Not even years of my training can stop the feelings that assault me. After all, I was so blind that I failed to see the simple truths laid out before me. The others saw it though, and tried to tell me, but I refused to listen. I was so sure in my own abilities, so sure that I could handle this task. I was terribly mistaken, and it cost me everything. I lost my home and my family, the people who, though they were not related by blood, were bonded to me by something much stronger, and the place that always seemed to welcome me. The final blow, the one that hit the hardest was the loss of the man I loved like me own brother. All my suffering was caused by two words. Two words that were spoken out of haste and desperation. I would have had nothing to do with the current state of the galaxy, nothing to do with the boy that did this all, if hadn't been for the man that taught me. He was taken from me, though, to soon, and too fast. In a desperate act to ease his pain, I instantly agreed to his final request, not bothering to think about it. I took the boy under my protection, to teach him and care for him until he was ready to stand on his own. But, in the end, he tried to kill me. I will always remember with clarity, the way he looked when he told me he hated me. I failed him, by letting him fall, but I also failed my own mentor, the man who was my best friend more than anything else. And yet, as I touch the sleeping infant curled up in my robe, I can see the solution to all these problems. He will succeed where I failed. And I see the best parts of the boy I helped raise, and I realize that I have not lost everything. I still have this child, my legacy, and the shining light of hope in the darkness that blankets the galaxy. I will watch him until the end, even from beyond death, if I must. I love the rain, because in the end, no one can tell the difference between rain and tears..