"Honor, Courage, and Silver Polish"
By NocturnalFerri
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or anything affiliated to it...well, besides that Chewie action figure I got for Christmas...but that's different.
AN: Hey hey!! It's amazing! This is the shortest story I've written so far! Yeah, all of, what? 500 words? Heh heh. I wrote this for English class. We hadda write about an object and give it a life and all of that personification stuff. I'm surprised my teacher let me base it on SW. Kewl! I coulda went deeper, but we had a word restriction to 250 words...I, of course, went waaaayyyy over. Anyway, I hope you like it. Oh, BTW...I got a 98% on it!!! Yeah!
I remember being created. My master took every precaution and followed the ancient blueprints to the very letter. I had a black grip over my silver tube casing and a little black bauble on my bottom. It wasn't until my creator inserted a light blue crystal into my body was I finished. We held our breaths and hoped I would work. I spoke and my light blue blade came to life. My master, Obi-Wan Kenobi whooped in excitement and so did I, humming as he gallantly sliced me though the air. I was then clipped to his belt and taken to be shown off to his peers.
When we joined up with Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan's mentor, I marveled at the intense green blade he carried. Emerald, the blade, was elegant, and I wanted to be just like it!
We traveled all over the galaxy, helping people. I was proud to be serving the Jedi order. Not many weapons get to be a lightsaber. I felt so honored and proud to be hanging by my master's side, ready to fight courageously for a cause.
I loved it when I'd suddenly be pulled into the air with the force and into my owner's hand. What a rush! I loved flying, except for that one time...Emerald and I were fighting a red double bladed lightsaber. Red struck down Emerald and she fell helpless besides her fallen master to the floor. Before I knew it, I was knocked away as well and plummeted down a power shaft. When I crashed, my crystal was broken, my casing was scratched, and there was no hope for my rescue. I didn't think Obi-Wan would find me, but he did! He was with a funny little human boy. He picked me up and out of the corner of my eye, I could see a silver rod hanging at my place on Obi-Wan's belt. It was Emerald! Thank the Force, she was alive. He solemnly gazed at me and said something about giving me to the boy as a gesture of friendship and keeping emerald as a tribute to his dead master. It was kind of touching, but something wasn't right about my new owner. I didn't realize how right I had been. The kid grew up to be an evil Jedi and I was placed into a box. It wasn't until Obi-Wan gave me to the kid's son that I was taken out. The new kid ended up confronting his father with me at his side. Dear old "Dark Side" dad chopped off the kid's hand...With me still in it! Once again, I plunged down another power shaft.
After all those years of serving on the Jedi order, I ended up lying broken with a chopped off decaying hand around me. If Obi-Wan ever finds me again, he'll have a lot of explaining to do. Though all of life's bumps, bruises, and scratches, all a Jedi lightsaber really needs is its honor, courage, and silver polish.
All Q&Cs welcome! Flames shall be doused by a large heaping of lime jello! You do not want that. Kay? Hee hee. Other than that, I hope you liked it.