"Those Pretty Wrongs That Liberty Commits…"
Archive: Fanfiction.net
Rating: PG-13 for situations only teenagers and adults can understand!
Notes: If you have not watched Star Wars: Episode II—Attack of the Clones, the beginning of the story will be a spoiler. Also, the thing with the hand: don't worry about it; it's just for the sake of the story.
Disclaimer: Star Wars and all its characters belong to George Lucas and company. I only use them for entertainment purposes.
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Prologue to the Problem
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It had been a small, private ceremony that lacked the usual pompousness from a Galactic Senator. There were barely any witness, except for the two silent droids and the gentle-faced, older Naboo Holy Man, a man of great countenance and honor, but honest and knowledgeable in hurried marriages such as the one he was performing. Nonetheless, he stared upon the great pair with happy, gracious eyes and spoke nothing but the ceremonial words needed of him. He had to admit that, despite their hurry, they had chosen a wonderful spot and a wondrous time of day in which to perform the ceremony. The Holy Man could not help but appreciate the beauty of the soft colors consuming the bluest sky, and the delicate clouds riding along without a worry. The bride, he noticed, added only to the beauty of the dusking day, and the groom appeared to be a handsome asset to the young bride he was attending to. He knew perfectly well who she was: she had not tried to hide identity from him—in fact, she had presented herself as "Senator Amidala" without so much as a flinch. At that moment he had acknowledged her great courage and had applauded her, albeit mentally. It was not everyday that a powerful—and beautiful—Galactic Senator married. Of course, he had been shocked—no, surprised—at her choice for a future husband: it was not everyday that a Senator married a JEDI.
He cleared his throat to bring the obviously love-struck couple back to the reality that was their marriage. He had never in his fifty years of life seen such a pair of lovers. He had seen pairs very much in love, that he could not deny, but this specific couple was so, so—so different. The warmth and tenderness in the Jedi's eyes was pure and untainted, almost as if he had loved her his entire life. As for her, she appeared more restrained and hesitant—her eyes, unfortunately, glinted at the true love she felt. He smiled warmly and blessed them accordingly, and he read the deep gratitude both of them held in their eyes. The sun's rays were now deepening considerably and the sky no longer held its soft, precious color. Now, it was tainted a bloody red, a red so powerful that the Holy Man almost considered it an inauspicious sign.
Doomed to failure you say, my bloody sky? Doomed?
Doomed to what, my bloody sky? To what?
He shook his head and watched them seal their marriage with a promising kiss.
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ONWARD…