Misplaced Trust
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How can this be happening? I continually asked myself as my friends and I tried to find a hiding place from the clones. Dozens of dead Jedi were scattered throughout the halls of the Temple, and I was sure that many more had given their lives to protect others this night.
"Younglings! Come!" We quickly obeyed the Master, running to her side. "I'm going to get you to a safe place."
She led us on a winding path through parts of the Temple I had never seen. We saw so many clones. There must have been hundreds. Finally, she ushered us into a secluded room. "You all must not leave this room until someone you trust comes in, understand?"
"Yes, Master," our voices chorused. She nodded, apparently satisfied, before leaving us alone, sealing the door closed behind her. I couldn't help but wonder if we would ever see her again.
"What do you think we should do, Sors?" a quiet voice asked me.
I turned. "We should hide behind those chairs in case some clones come in, I guess."
So we hid. And for a while, all was quiet. Maybe...maybe the clones are gone, I dared to hope.
Suddenly, I heard the doors slide open. I chanced a glance from around my hiding spot. Oh, thank the Force! Help has come at last!
I stepped out. "Master Skywalker, there are too many of them. What are we going to do?"
He stood, still and silent, for a moment. He seemed to be contemplating his next move. Then, he gripped his lightsaber and activated the blue blade.
I looked up at him, confused. What is he doing?
His normally bright blue eyes had changed to a sickly color of yellow. I staggered backward. Master Skywalker! Master Skywalker, no! STOP!