Ch 3
Ben
As soon as I stepped through the light, I immediately recognized the planet. We were on Tatooine. The two suns on the horizon were obvious, but all around me I felt the darkness. It wasn't as strong as I would normally feel it, but it was there.
"You feel it, don't you son? The darkness, a tragedy happened that day to me, it was the day I lost my mother..." he said that with a deep pain in his voice and nodded towards the scene in front of us. A young man with short blond hair and a padawan braid was carrying a body in his speeder, racing back across the desert. It was my grandfather, there was no mistake in that, but he was much younger than he was now and there was a deep, deep sadness and anger within.
"I never stopped blaming myself for her death, for being unable to keep her safe. I see now that Master Yoda was right, I needed to let go of death, it's a natural part of life. I couldn't see that, I thought that by becoming a Jedi I could save her and anyone else I loved..." he continued as we walked and watched the scene. A man had come and saw him carry the body along with another young man and a woman. By Force she was beautiful, her long chestnut curls were pinned back and the blue fabric of her clothing complimented the slight tan she had received.
"That... is your grandmother, she's beautiful isn't she? She was my Angel, my Padme, the love of my existence and the first person to understand me, the one person who never belittled me, I'll show you"
The scene quickly changed after he took his mother into the house to be prepared for burial. He was now in what looked like a repair room of some sort, my grandmother was bringing him some food.
They were having a conversation, I could sense the anger and tension in the room as the two held their conversation. My grandfather was extremely angry and wondered what he could have done to change what happened, how he could have prevented it. His anger was terrifying, I hadn't seen anything like it, except for what came from Sidious.
And yet the entire time, my eyes were entirely set upon my grandmother.
In his tantrum, she remained calm, composed, and she spoke with wisdom. He spoke of the things he thought were to blame, Obi-Wan, the Jedi Order... and through all his screaming and crying, she knew there was something deeper within. All she said was two simple words.
"What's wrong?" And he slumped to the ground, the truth opening like a broken dam.
He had killed the entire village of sand people who killed his mother. Anyone else would have been shocked, appalled, they would have run away. And she hadn't, she simply watched him, this young broken boy who had known no kind of love or understanding from anyone since he left his mother, and now she was gone.
"To be angry is to be human," she said to the broken boy, who now sat on the ground. He gave a simple answer of him being too good for that. She said nothing more and simply wrapped her arm around him. He was still angry and at a loss for words, and yet, I could feel him draw from her light, her comfort was like holding onto a piece of driftwood on the open sea. It was his salvation.
"And my fear of losing her, was also my doom" he said as he answered the thought in my head and he walked away towards another light. I looked back at the scene and the pounding in my head began. Somehow, I knew I had someone waiting for me, my own Padme, was waiting.
