Title: Goodbye

Rating: PG

Author's Notes: This story was written before I saw Star Wars Episode III. Regardless I hope you enjoy the story.

Disclaimers: All Star Wars stuff belong to the mastermind George Lucas, I did not write this fanfiction for profit.


Obi-Wan Kenobi's POV

A sense of uniqueness could be used to describe him, in his better years that is, though he didn't many of those. Full of promise and was expected to exceed above the others, that was obvious with his high level of skills and all, yet at the same time he was doubted with every little and big mistake he made. Deep in his soul there is a small chance that there is still be his youthful attitude and plain good spirit. But no, I blindly assisted in burying that goodness deep within himself, and he then let all the anger, hatred, and power-hungry ball of fire in his heart consume and control him.

They all say it's not my fault, but that his own quest to become all- powerful led him down that path. I try to listen to them and I say out loud that it was his decision, not my presence in his life that did, but my heart will never stop believing it was I who truly turned him down the wrong path, foolishly thinking I could train him as good as Master Yoda, or my late Master Qui-Gon. You saw promise in him Master, but now all I see is dark and tragic future, like parts of his past life. Padme Amidala, she had an effect on his life, perhaps in his becoming evil too and she knows and accepts it with the fact it wasn't just her, like I never will be able to. Padme, with her wisdom, charm, beauty, and strong will, she must have been too irresistible for him. Padme knows she should have turned him away but he was pulling her into his iron grip so their fates could be combined, she could not resist him.

How he loved her with all his soul, mind, and heart! Padme loved and still loves him as much, never wanting to let go of him, and regretting that he had Jedi duties, and now Sith duties. Padme, the last time I saw her, which seems so long ago, she is the same to a normal passerby but not to the ones who knew her inside and out. Her beauty still shines as bright as always, but the sparkle in her eyes is gone and her shoulders seem to lag a little as she walks, almost defeated. She will never be the same, just like all who knew him It had become obvious that she will not survive for much longer, making it unable for her to raise the children, Owen Lars and Bail Organa will have to do that.

Such is a sad fact for her and him and their strong children. They impress all of us by how Force-sensitive they are. Little Luke and Leia, to think that they will have to be concealed from their own father! It seems so wrong when I think of it, watching their father as he wreaks havoc upon our doomed galaxy, no that is not the right fate for ones like the Skywalkers.

I must take my leave from Coruscant, where I am right now, and head to Tatooine, where Anakin will never find me, or the boy. To think the Jedi Order destroyed by the direction of one man, it sounded so impossible a few years ago but now it is reality. Anakin, or as some know you now as Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith as I'm know as Ben Kenobi instead of Obi-Wan Kenobi, I await the day in which we meet again, reluctantly in battle mode as I can foresee even through the murky, heavy shroud of the dark side looming over future's path. When we do my old Padawan, I will be ready as I'm certain you will be too. May the light side of the Force be with you, may you one day redeem yourself and at last return to us, as I can speak for many, we miss you.