This is (or might be)the first Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith fan fiction to appear here on this site. I have just come back from seeing the midnight showing of this incredible, dark film. This is the one that all Jedi's should see as it completes the wonderfully imaginative saga that is known as Star Wars.

Quick disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.

Quick warning: Spoiler for anyone who has not seen the film and sat through all of it.

Also, for the ones who know it's a given, this takes place on Tatooine as Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is about to leave the Lars household. First-person perspective as he reflects upon all that has happened to lead up to the point of when the Republic is no more.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

I have handed over young Luke Skywalker to his rightful immediate family.

His aunt, Miss Beru, has graciously taken him from me---smiling as she held her nephew for the first time. I watched as she retreated to her counterpart, Owen, and can't help but see how much this little boy will be loved. I turnto take my leave, pulling my hood over my head. The twin suns are setting, and I am needed elsewhere. As I hoisted myself atop my living animal and slowly trodded outinto the empty desert, I couldn't help but reflect on the events that led up to this moment.

Where did I go wrong with Anakin? Where, as a master, did I fail my once faithful Padawan?

How could he not trust me?

Then again, how could I have not trust him?

So many headaches...

No, Obi-Wan. Stop this. Stop this now! It was not your teachings or your lectures. You did not love him enough---praise him when he needed to be praised. Time and again you shuned him for many things. And now that you lost him...he will never know how much you trully loved him.

Wait. That is not true, either. You told Anakin as he slowly slid down into the fires of that ghastly planet, how much you loved him as a brother. You gave so much emotion in your words that they must have reached Anakin for one brief moment. It wasn't enough. It wasn't enough you old fool!

You should have told him you loved him as a son, not a brother! That one crucial word could have saved him---you could have saved him from years of hard training to be a jedi, by telling him before that fateful moment that you loved him as a son. Why Obi-Wan, did you not tell him?

I wiped my forehead with my sleeve. By causing myself internal conflict, I was making myself perspire with grief that I cannot fix.

Grief...

Padme, dear child...your children are safe. Your son is safe with a family that will not steer him wrong. Your daughter is far from here; fufilling a long-time wish to a couple who have wanted to adopt a young baby girl. They thank you for giving them that chance. I have been given the task of watching over your young Luke, as little Leia will already be well-taken care of. I will not let you down in watching over your little boy. I will not fail him as I have failed Anakin.

Anakin... Is he alive, I wonder? I know he is. I would have felt his passing. I would have felt his spirit leave him instead of hearing his cries of agony and hate. Hate that he had directed towards me. Hate that has been dwelling and boiling within his dark soul that he chose to take out on me when he believed in the lies that the Jedi were plotting to take control of the Senate and overthrow the Chancellor.

The Chancellor... Emperor is his new title. But you know that already, don't you Padme? Now that you have joined the otherside, you now know who he is and what the Republic has now become. I do not blame you for not believing me about what I thought that Anakin was becoming. Now I understand how deeply your love for him ran...you would have done anything to stop him...

...you tried...

I looked up into the night sky, wondering which stars made up her beautiful complexion. Or did she return to Naboo? I do not know. I only know, that deep within the Living Force that my former Padawan was still alive. If I did not feel his demise then he must still be here. His children are hidden and I am to go into hiding. It will be a very long time---a long, long time---until I hear from Master Yoda and Senator Bail Organa.

I must be patient.

I slightly smiled to myself before the night wind erased the gesture. The future will become a rough one. Mine included, I have no doubt of that.

But now, to ease my pain, I must do what Master Yoda had taught me to do.

I shall go to a place that will become my new dwelling.

There, I shall talk...talk, with an old friend. A mentor I have had trouble talking to.

He has much to learn about what has happened to me over the years. I will be very gratefulwhen he hears me out, and make mevery happy when I hear his voice.

Qui-Gon.

I am coming.