Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or any of these characters
I have to admit that this story is a little strange, but I wanted to do something to highlight all of the different Jedi that died during the attack on the Jedi Temple during Ep. III. It is told from their points of view about their own deaths. If you have read the book Spoonriver Anthology, I tried to make thisa similar type story. Of course, none of this belongs to me and I am not making any money, but most of the characters I am using are ones I did come up with. So without further ado...
Warning- Possible spoilers for Ep. III!
Tears of the Dead
Part 1
You ask who I am? My name is Kart'ane Slanst and I am a Jedi. I am also a woman. I just celebrated my seventeenth birthday a few days ago with my friends here at the Jedi Temple. But since the Jedi are not allowed to have material possessions, I did not receive gifts on my birthday. What I was given was much better. I had just received the assignment for my first official mission without my Master, Ralest Noblin. It was not a large assignment; I would only be overseeing the distribution of supplies and weapons to the clone troops stationed at the nearest outpost. But at least it was something. In my own way, I would be helping out the effort to find the menace, General Grievous. Except I never got the chance to carry out my first mission. That is because I am dead.
How did I die, you ask. I was murdered. Murdered by one of my own. By a Jedi. You see, I was still at the temple on the day of the infamous attack. I had spent the day packing and preparing for my mission, because I was scheduled to depart the following evening. All of my things were ready and I was on my way to see my master to get the boxes of supplies from him when a feeling of dread and despair washed over me. I had just walked outside the door to my quarters when I saw them.
There were more troopers than I could have ever possibly counted, and for some terrifying and confusing reason, they were shooting the other Jedi. I saw one of my friends, Alanya, whom I had just celebrated my birthday with days before go down. But a Jedi does not know fear. I drew my lightsaber, and I blocked several of the blasts that were heading in my direction. I had found my center; my place where I could be calm and at peace. I breathed in the very essence of the Force and all of the strength it gave me. Until one sight destroyed my focus and tore away at my heart.
Coming down the corridor was him. I could not believe my eyes. This wasn't possible! He would never have allowed this attack. He was a Jedi! One of the most powerful and most famous of all of us, in fact. But my eyes did not deceive me. As I stood there in shock, Anakin Skywalker drew a blaster from the holster of a fallen clone, and as he looked me straight in the eye, he shot me. I had no time to react, but it didn't matter. On the inside, I was already dead. My soul was crying from the knowledge of this terrible betrayal. And now, in death, I still weep tears for him; for the fallen. For the Chosen One.
I know it was short, but if anyone thinks this story is a good idea, I have a few other parts ready that I could put up. So review:)
