A/N : Star Wars isn't mine. Please R&R.
Lies
When I was a child I believed that one day I would become a Jedi. That Jedi were forever the warriors of peace, that nothing could ever stop or even kill them.
Not even the Sith.
I believed they were all powerful like immortals, that they could never die.
Like yoda.
When I became older more and more of my peers became a Padawan.
I didn't. No master choose me.
Still I don't know why, for I did my best.
My crèche master promised me that one day, one day I would be one of the best.
One of the best Jedi ever.
Lies, because I was sent away to Bandomeer. To become a farmer.
Despite that my dream came true, I did become a Padawan.
But not in the way I would have liked.
Yes I loved my master like a father but he never seemed to care.
Not even in the end when he lay on a cold floor, dying because a Sith stabbed him.
He had said not even a day before that he cared but in that very and he thought only of a slave boy, not me.
So when that boy became my Padawan I told him the lie that my master loved me, that I was a son to him. I also told him that I understood what he had lost, his mother,
Now I realize that I didn't, all I told him were lies.
They used to claim that I was a great Jedi, a great master. But I don't feel like it.
Now when I sit on the dammed planet full of sand and dust.
On that forsaken planet where that boy came from.
Lies, because the Jedi are no more.
Lies, because if I was truly that great Jedi that my crèche master said I would become, the Jedi wouldn't be gone.
Lies because my childish believes were what I hoped them to be.