Author's Note: This is an experiment! I think it's my shortest one-shot to date, so we'll see how it's received.
Part 4 of my "Masters and Padawans" series, this time from Yoda's POV... a challenge to read, it will be.
I hope you enjoy, and please leave some love! Thanks!
Disclaimer: "Star Wars" and all its characters belong to LucasFilms.
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Empty
Death, I have felt before. And sadness, despair.
Remember I do when I was young and not in tune with the Force. Quieter it was then, more peaceful, yes. But miss it I do not, for empty was the quiet.
But again the emptiness has come now. Died, killed, murdered have my comrades been. Silenced are their voices in the living Force, now only parts of the whole.
The first to go Master Kenobi was, or so I thought. Gave me pause, it did, for dear to my heart young Kenobi is.
Master Mundi, then. And Masters Secura and Neimoidia. Master Allie.
Great was the pain in my old heart. Never before had I felt that kind of agony. Gone were the Masters, who had once been my padawans, my friends.
A terrible fear I felt then. From the temple it came, young, sharp, short-lived. Yes, hm, from the younglings it came. Like a saber, hard that blow struck me. Cut much too short were many lives.
For me they came, too. Angry I was, and underestimated. Not long did the threat on my life last.
Escaped I did, helped by Chewbacca and Tarfful. A survivor I did sense, and another; finding them my goal was.
Death, I have felt before, yes. And sadness, despair.
But watching now Kashyyyk disappear below me, realize I do that never before this empty have I felt.