Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, Anakin Skywalker, or Padmé Amidala. They reside in the capable hands of George Lucas.
This is my first fic EVER, so please review and give me advice! Thanks for reading! I know it's short, but I'm working on it!
I love her.
But I can't.
I'm a Jedi: we're forbidden to love.
I wish I'd had a choice when Qui-Gon took me from my mother. But I didn't choose. I was chosen.
Apparently, there was a prophecy made a while back that said that one would come who would bring balance to the Force. And they think it's me.
Sure, I've got more midi-chlorians than anyone else, and I'm more apt with the Force than the others, but that doesn't mean anything. What those fools on the Council don't understand is that I had no choice in this. They only understand that if they control the Chosen One, they can destroy the Sith.
If I could turn back time, I would. I would refuse to go with Qui-Gon, even if it meant staying a slave and giving up on my dream. If I had stayed, would my mother be alive today?
The Jedi say that love is dangerous, even evil, for a Force-user because the attachment can cloud our judgment. But how can this lightness inside me be evil? I am more liable to turn to the Dark Side out of exasperation with the Council than by being with Padmé.
I wanted to be a Jedi to help people. But if being a Jedi means I am only a tool, with no feelings or will, then I will leave. Being Ani, the boy from Tatooine, means so much more to me than being Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One.
I love her.
But I can't.
Review please!
