Candles
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You can blow out the candles,
But you can't blow out the fire.
Once the flames begin to catch,
The wind will blow them higher.
- Peter Gabriel
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Nightfall
The Jedi sat in silence in the old starship. The thoughts they carried were too heavy to express in words. Nothing stood in front of them except dark silence.
They were survivors. They had barely gotten out of the Jedi Temple before being murdered by the clones or Sith lord that had attacked their home. Exactly the scale of the attack they had survived was yet unknown to them, but they knew that the Jedi Temple was no more.
The image of the troops of clones was clear in each mind, the feeling of souls joining the Force still more vivid. The Jedi were dying, and, with them, the galaxy. There was nothing to hold onto in the dark world.
Outside the windows of the spaceship was endless darkness with a few, almost invisible stars. They had come out of hyperspace once they were away from the Coruscanti system. They didn't need it anymore. They didn't need anything anymore, just the deep blackness of space that stars did nothing to light.
Seven Jedi and one droid sat in the ship. They could just as well have been the only beings left in the galaxy. There was nothing for them to believe in.
A/N: I promised another Star Wars story. Here it is. Ignore what was on my profile for the last few days.
This story will be much shorter than I had originally planned (in the range of eight chapters) because I have other things I want to work on. Ah, well. I do get in over my head, so it will probably be better this way.
The lyrics at the beginning refer to the death of one of the leaders in the fight against apartheid, but it could work for pretty much any rebel movement.
I may not have time to answer reviews for almost two weeks, but I will read them!
