Summary: This is the sequel to Forbidden. Last time we were captivated by the love storey that had no happy ending and now it still seems that way. The Separatist Movement is growing and the Clone Wars have begun. Will Klip ever find peace? Will Obi-Wan discover who is parents are? What is the story behind the little blond boy? Most importantly, is this the end of the Jedi? Finally will all the questions be laid to rest… but why does the path have to be paved with tears?
Warnings: Well, I am big for violence in my stories and I must admit that there will be some scenes that are jam packed with it. Come on? What's the Clone Wars without a little bit of butt kicking? As for swearing there are a few words here or there. I guess that's it.
Author's notes: I do not own any of the characters that are from the movie; such as Obi-Wan, Yoda, Anakin, and such. People that have never been seen before were made up from my own mental world. Again I say, if there are any problems containing my fic then don't hesitate to make your thoughts known. I am a big girl and am up for criticism. I truly hope you enjoy this fic as much as I did writing it!
Soft weeping billowed out into the furnished room of a Naboo home. The sound of a sigh joined in, but only lasted for a moment. Feelings in the room were bitter sweet, for a joyous and sad thing was cast. A child was told to possess the ways of the force. Both parents had been reluctant to even consider sending word to the Jedi, but having a child whose power could be manipulated was just unthinkable. And so the council sent forth two Jedi to test the young one. The sigh was for relief of such a weight, and the weeping for the discovery of the child's force tendencies.
"Are you sure you wish to go through with this?" Asked the tall and slender Calmarian Jedi. "There is no going back on your decision if done."
The father of the child nodded his head. He wanted the best life for his son and the Jedi could give a better life then a simple farmer. This was the best decision. "Yes. He is gifted and I want him to have a better destiny then the one I could give."
Silence finally fell over the room. It was one that was not a welcomed one, for it was eerie and troubled. Such a thing caused people to wonder and think. The Jedi knew this was bad to leave floating about in the air, and so one cleared his throat.
"Fine then, we will take the child now." Replied the other male Jedi; he being of human ancestry. The mother seemed beside herself, and so he waited for a moment. It was so hard to do this line of duty. He was overjoyed to have a new youngling, but at the time he hated gazing upon the faces of mothers. "We must be going now. There are other matters to attend to."
Tears streamed down the woman's face as she gripped tightly to her son. The one year old fiddled with her long golden locks with a giggle. He didn't understand what was going on about him. If only he could feel the tension and the regret, he would have clung to his mother for dear life.
With great reluctance she stood to her feet. It was so hard to watch her son being scooped from her arms and into another's. For an instant she grasped him back and held him close. Her heart was breaking as she kissed his fine layers of blond. She didn't want to let him go! If it were up to her, she would have kept him close to her side forever, but her husband convinced her that he knew best. She didn't believe him though.
When the child was taken one last time, the woman clasped her arms to her side. Her eyes watched as the Jedi bowed and began to leave. Every bone in her body wanted to run after them and say no to this whole arrangement but it was too late. Their speeder was already racing down the dirt road. Her chance had slipped away.
"How could we!" She cupped her head in her hands. "What can they give him I cannot?"
Her husband grasped her shoulders, but it wasn't long for she had pulled them from him. Inside he was aching as well. He would have kept their son, but he knew what the cost was. The boy would grow up different; with powers that he could not control, nor understand. How could they help him? They couldn't. Only the Jedi could. Taking her in his arms, he felt that she had given up fighting. "They can give him a chance to make something of himself; a chance to help others. Nothing I can give."
Ok, so it is a little short but I promise that the next chapters will be longer. This is just the introduction anyway. This sotry will be longer then the last one since there is so much to cover. Well then, get reviewing!