The boy was young, not possibly more than seventeen. He was tall and slender, and very beautiful.
He was also very dead.
The aura of his funeral was overwhelming, with tidal oceans of sorrow and misplaced guilt, but also a great feeling of confusion. Women cried and women whispered. Men nodded sadly, and men shook their heads in bewilderment. Nobody knew quite what to think.
The boy had been found on the floor with a hologram chip clasped tightly in his fingers. It had played a peculiar message, that had much bewildered and disturbed his grieving family.
"Dear ones; by the time you see this, I will be no more. I'm so sorry, but as you must have begun to realize, I have no choice. Everyone has dreams for their life: Some want to be pilots or politicians, cantina musicians or even Jedi. My dream is simple. I want to live and be happy. I want to marry Nella Havarti and have children, and grow very old together. I want to be a farmer, perhaps. As you know, that can never be. It seems I have great powers- powers to control the elements, and the mind, and even the life essence. I can change minds and even see the future. I have an extraordinary gift, I know this. The Jedi will want me on their side, but I do not wish to be a Jedi. The Sith will want me as well, but have no desire to be a Sith. They will battle over me- such things have happened before. I will be their pawn, and they will pull me, and eventually I would choose one of their sides, and become a great knight. Dark or light, I cannot resist forever. As a Jedi knight I could never marry, never have the life I've always dreamt of. As a Sith warrior, I would be evil, a destroyer of peace and justice- I would kill the very love that I hold dear. Truly, I could never choose either path, and so my trail will end here. A curse on both their orders- damn them all, they have made me into worms meat. I am sorry for the loved ones that I leave behind- I love you all so much, and wish I could not hurt you. But you would not want to see me a Sith warrior, and I cannot be a Jedi. Nella: I hope you can forgive me. I end my life hoping that you may still find happiness. You have been my all, and I wish you all the joy that can never be mine.
I love you all,
Goodbye."
At the funeral there were endless tears, and much talking, from recollection to gossip. There were only two who were silent. On one side of the boy's casket was a tall, kindly looking man, with unshed tears rising in his eyes. Across from him was a dark figure, black-clad and menacing- but he, too, was silent and motionless, his harsh face grave. Each was painfully aware of the other, and each had every reason to fight the other. And perhaps they would, tomorrow, or the next day. But not today.
Not today.