So, I took down my other story "Lessons from the Blade" and replaced it with this one. I don't think I quite had the other one to the point I wanted it, so I'm going to work on it a bit more. This one, though, is along similar lines. Just another collection of drabbles, short and thought-provoking hopefully. These drabbles won't appear in any sort of order since they are, in fact, drabbles. ;) So don't be confused if I hop around the Star Wars Universe in a seemingly random pattern that makes no sense. Each one is meant to stand alone.
Hope you enjoy! :D
He hugged her, long and hard. Little arms circled around a thin frame, promising to never let go. He would always remember her. Always. And one day, he would free her, so that she could actually live how she was supposed to live. She had given him everything. He figured he could get her life back for her.
"I love you."
I Jedi was not supposed to love, but he didn't know this.
He gave his mother one last squeeze and turned away. He swore to himself it wouldn't be the last time.
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Yellow-tinged eyes glared up at the man above him. The man he used to call his father.
No more. Never was.
That man had taken everything from him. His legs, his arm, his mother, his wife, freedom, happiness, his sense of justice… the list could go on forever. One day he would repay him for his crimes. He would take away everything the man had once held dear and then he would kill him. His so-called father deserved to die, and he figured it would only be right if the man fell at his hand.
"I hate you!"
And he did. To the very depths of his being, he hated that man.
A Jedi was not supposed to hate, and he knew this. But he was no longer a Jedi.
His legs caught fire and he knew nothing after that. Only that his father had yelled something back and then turned away for the last time.
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Contrast: To stand in opposition; to exhibit difference, unlikeness, or opposition of qualities.