I don't own Star Wars.
I intended this to be a stand alone one shot, but Arina Binya has been pestering me to write her another one-shot (I seem a lot better at it then full blown stories, I it seems I have more of a talent writing darker things then light), and after seeing the reviews left by Foxxxduo and guest Kasai1214 so I finally gave it. I don't know if I'll write anymore about Arina, I probably will if people PM ideas or requests for what they want me to do with little Arina next.
The Development of an Ideal: Bloody Rooted Dream
"One life is not worth ten lives. I will die today, and I'm terrified. I don't want to die."
Arina ran forward, her hands steady, her face a blank mask, despite the fear raging inside of her.
Grim acceptance.
Regret.
She never got to become a Jedi Knight.
She never got to tell the 138th how much she cared.
She never got to see those beautiful Naboo sunsets that Master Lenkinadra always spoke so fondly of.
She never got to thank Master Lenkinadra for everything her had done for her.
She never got to turn fourteen.
Master Lenkinadra had promised to make a birthday cake for her.
Grief. Sadness. Regret.
Arina was so so so sorry for the pain she would cause him with her death.
She would die by her ideal.
She would save them.
She didn't want to.
She was scared.
She wanted to run away.
It wasn't fair that she had to die.
She was so selfish.
How could she be so selfish as to hold her single life over ten other lives.
She was despicable.
She was a coward.
But she would die by her ideal.
She had accepted her fate before she had ever joined the 138th.
She wasn't going to turn tail now.
One for Ten after all.
Arina fought with no regard for herself-she wasn't going to survive this anyway.
Her eyes blazed with determination, fear, and acceptance.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
A single tear rolled down her cheek as she lay on the ground.
The last thing she saw before darkness enveloped her was the green glow of her own lightsaber as it impaled her, and those sickly yellow eyes.
Then there was nothing.
Nothing.
Five-year-old Arina Binya woke up screaming and crying.
"It was just a dream."
She repeated those word till the sun rose and the morning medication.
It was a lie.
She knew that.
It wasn't the first.
Her visions where always filled with death, war, pain, and blood.
It hadn't been just another faceless soldier, or civilian.
She had dreamed of her own death.
Arina didn't want to go to sleep that night.
She didn't want to go back to the blood stained world of her dreams.
The death.
The pain.
That night for the first time her five year old mind truly understood.
Just what death was.
That those people, soldiers, children, and animals she watched die every night were real.
Their lives where just as important as her own.
Able to be snuffed out just as easily.
She realized just how precious life was.
She cried.
She sobbed.
She mourned for all of the countless faceless people she watched die.
"Why do so many people have to die?"
A question she asked during history.
They were covering the first sith war.
Life was precious, so why did so many people have to die?
Why did so many people have to die in a petty squabble between the Jedi and Sith?
"Because people die in war."
"What are heroes?"
She had heard people call Jedi that.
But what was a hero?
"A hero is someone who saves people."
"So like a Jedi?"
"Yes, Arina, just like a Jedi."
"Why couldn't the Jedi save her?"
Arina Binya asked as looked up at a holocast murder case.
A ten year old wookiee murdered by chistori for no reason.
Jedi were meant to protect and save people.
So why didn't the Jedi save her.
Weren't Jedi heroes?
Didn't heroes save people?
"Jedi can't save everyone. Nobody can save everyone."
Not everyone can be saved?
Doesn't everyone desevere to live?
She was going die before she turned fourteen.
Why couldn't someone save her from those evil yellow eyes?
Tears rolled down her face.
"If I'm going to die I want to save as many people as I can before I do."
"If I can't save everyone I'll save as many as I can."
"I'll save ten for every one I let die."
"Ten for one"
"A hundred for ten."
"A thousand for a hundred."
"One for ten, ten for a hundred, a hundred for a thousand."
Arina Binya would live by those words till the day she died.
She would harden her heart as she strived to save as many lives as she could before the day she to would die so that others could live.
Master Gontan Lenkinadra would never understand the way she rationalized death.
The ones she failed to save so that others may go on living.
"One for ten, ten for a hundred, a hundred for a thousand."
"My ideal."
An ideal she would live by till the day she died by the hands of General Grievous and her own lightsaber.
Yeah, Arina Binya has visions of the future. Not she isn't a seer or has amazing future sight, Arina can see what she will one day see. If she saw something in ten years she can dream it, but only what she see with her eyes. She needs to be there for her to see it. I'm not trying to make her over powered, I just figured that it would be a good reason she became obsessed with saving people. She dreams about the death of the clones under her command, the nameless civilians who die in the cross fire. She dreams of the horrors she will one day see. Anyway if anyone has any ideas or requests for another One-Shot about Arina PM me.
Anyway, please review.
KYR out~
PS. What do you think of the new cover? I wanted to have Arina impaled by her own Lightsaber but I figured that was a bit much, so I settled for just having her crying.