Wow! I didn't think someone would review this! Thank you very much….
This is Anakin and Obi-Wan (maybe Padme too?) 's story. They are in a battle. However, Anakin's plan doesn't go well (honestly his plan never went well, right?)….. And moreover, there is an evil shadow of the sith behind. Hope you enjoy! Sorry if some of my grammar is wrong. English isn't my first language.
I don't own Star Wars.
Plan B
Chapter 1
Fire. Lava. Pain. And…hate. He was dueling…on the rocks floating on the lava. The blue lightsabers were humming and attacking each other. He was with so much rage and hate that he couldn't see the person he was dueling with. By the time he felt he stopped shaking his lightsaber fiercely, he heard a voice. The voice was full of regrets and sadness and so many emotions. It was a man's voice. It was his ex-master's voice.
Obi-Wan was talking - no, shouting - to him. "It's over, Anakin. I have the high ground."
Was he dueling with Obi-Wan? That couldn't be. But then he felt his mouth opening…. "You underestimate my power."
Obi-Wan replied, "Don't try it."
Anakin couldn't help but he saw his legs jumping. He was jumping above lava—to Obi-Wan—but he never succeeded. His limbs-his two legs and one hand-was cut off and he fell down helplessly to the ground, in front of Obi-Wan. He was in so great pain. He was suffering. He even felt his body burning. He was suffering.
"You were the chosen one!" Cried Obi-Wan. Anakin could hardly see him. He then continued, "It was said you were destined to destroy the sith, not join them!"
If only Anakin wasn't burning, he would have wonder what Obi-Wan was talking about. However, instead he hollered, "I HATE YOU!"
Obi-Wan seemed too sorrowful. Anakin had seen him sad before, but this was really like he was heart-broken.
Obi-Wan cried to him. "You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you!" With that he started to walk up the rocks. He glanced behind once, but he kept walking. And he disappeared.
Anakin screamed. Not only because of his pain, but everything. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be true. It was impossible. Now he couldn't scream anymore. He was about to die, wasn't he? He would really welcome the death. Living was more painful…..
Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. And hate….leads to suffering….
The voice said, in his head.
Anakin Skywalker suddenly woke up. He looked around. His clothes were wet in sweat. And he wasn't in fire, he was in his bed. Well, not his home—this was the battle field—but bed. Was he dreaming? But that was so realistic…Like…like the one with his mother's… No. That wouldn't. It's not the Force vision.
But how can he justify that?
He just wished.
He wished it to be a bad dream.
Just a dream.
