In The End
By
LordRevan555
Disclaimer:I Don't own Star Wars character, places or anything that has to do with it.
This is After Malak is Destroyed and the Sith rooted...Or so it would seem.
"Bastila?" I called, watching her become aware of her surroundings. She looked at me with sad eyes. "Look Revan, about that kiss…….well it wasn't right and immoral." She stated keeping her eyes on the floor. "Bastila…" I began but she cut me off. "No means no Revan, I know you're used to getting what you want but it ends here, Malak is dead and there is no reason for us to still be near each other!" She growled finally looking me in the face. "We're Jedi and Jedi don't love." she said.
I knew my only chance to show her the truth and sway her was to attempt the impossible. Her face was inches from mine so all I had to do was bend over slightly. Our lips brushed for the briefest of moments before I was thrown backwards and out the door. "I'm sorry." Bastila whispered her eyes still a glow from using the force. Before I could get up the door shut in my face.
Anger and pain welled up inside me. How dare she deny her feelings and throw me out! I stomped off the Ebon Hawk grabbing my cloak and sabers on the way. I tramped into the Shadowlands walking away from all signs of humanity.
Kashyyk had always drawn me and now that Malak was dead I felt that I needed to be here for some reason. Why had Bastila rejected me? I knew she was keeping something from me but I couldn't tell what. What could be so terrifying for her to reject my love and hers? What could possibly have her standing up against me?
How many time would i have to prove my love to her!? Why couldn't she realize that the Jedi never said you couldn't love?
My thoughts were so preoccupied didn't notice where I was headed. I blundered into a clearing. How strange for there to be a clearing here. Then I noticed the chopped up shrubbery and trees, it was then I noticed the others.
In the middle of the clearing stood 7 Dark Jedi all with there light sabers drawn. I could tell by the way they held themselves that they were apprentices and didn't know whether to perceive me as a threat.