Disclaimer: Star War is George Lucas'. I'm just borrowing the characters
for awhile.
A/N: I'm not a Canadian, but I may spell some words wrongly because I learn UK English in school instead of US English. So forgive me if some words are slightly different from your spelling. =P
A/N x 2 : I'm sorry for not updating but there was a problem with my computer. It's fixed now, but I have to send it for further repairs. So hopefully, I'll try to end the story with this chapter.
"I'm sorry," the young Tattoine-born, Naboo-based mechanic blurted out suddenly, his voice seemingly louder in the silence, despite the thundering waterfalls and the chirping insects in the garden. After he had so rudely and stupidly barged into the meeting of the Senator and the Jedi, Padmé had not said a word to him, but instead pointedly ignored him.
Padmé turned her head away, as the sunlight shined on her, casting a warm glow that seemed to surround her.* Her beauty is overwhelming,* Anakin thought, as he cast another sheepish glance at her. Slowly, he sat down on the grass next to her, his eyes studying her fair face.
"I'm sorry," he repeated. "I told you, I thought that the Jedi fellow was Obi-wan." Padmé glared at him, her eyes blazing, and Anakin shut up, literally. He closed his mouth tightly, and clamped his hand over it.
"Have you no faith in me?" Padmé questioned suddenly, an edge in her voice. Anakin's deep blue eyes peered up from above his hand that was still clamped to his mouth. He frowned at the question, and releasing his hand, he fixed his gaze on her. Not at all intimidated, Padmé returned his stare. "Can't answer me? Have you NO faith in me?" Padmé pressed. "How can you tell me you love me if you don't trust me? Oh wait, maybe you don't love me. Is this some kind of thrill for you? I mean, hey, I barely know you."
"I'll put my life in your hands, together with my heart," was the simple, quiet reply, after what it seemed like an eternity of silence. Anakin stood up abruptly, and muttering a clumsy excuse on how he had to leave urgently, he practically fled from the garden, leaving Padmé staring after him, tears in her eyes.
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"Master Qui-Gon, you are sure that this Skywalker fellow is the chosen one, as said in the prophecy?" Mace Windu questioned, or rather interrogated. Qui-Gon nodded.
"I felt it, Master Windu. I felt the force at its fullest. This boy seemed to be made of midi-chlorians," Qui-Gon jabbered excitedly. "He is nineteen, and too old to be a padawan, I know. But this boy is the chosen one. He does not need to be trained."
By this time, Master Yoda had took the place of the bald headed Windu. "Qui- Gon, if this boy IS the chosen one, bring him back as soon as possible." Qui-Gon nodded respectfully. Switching off his transmitted, he did a 180 degree turn without even losing his stride, and headed towards the palace again. As he opened the door to enter the palace, he slammed into a rushing Anakin Skywalker, and once again, Qui-Gon felt the overwhelming sense of the force in his bones.
"I'm sorry," Anakin apologized, standing up. With a jolt, he realized that this was the Jedi master that had been in the room with the Senator. He nodded in respect and apology, and started down the stairs, when Qui-Gon's arm shot out to grab his arm. Surprised, Anakin stopped short and looked at Qui-Gon, who had sat down on the stairs. He patted the seat next to him, signaling from Anakin to sit next to him. Tentatively, Anakin sat.
"Anakin, am I right?" Anakin nodded gingerly, wondering what was going on. "There is something that you should know."
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Anakin was stumped. For the first time in his life, he felt stumped. "You're kidding. How can I even be a Jedi? Much less some chosen one. I've never had a single power in me," Anakin protested. He stood up and shook his blond head. "No way."
"Have you ever wondered why your reflexes were so much faster than anyone else? Only Jedi have fast reflexes; that's because we can see the future. Or have you ever wondered why your strength, your stamina, and your endurance was so much better? Or why you seemed to have the ability of not showing emotions?"
"I was born with them!"
"That' it. You were born with them. You were born to be a Jedi, Anakin. Let me ask you a question. Who is your father?" Anakin sat down again, and stared out at the clouds. Turning to Qui-Gon, he admitted.
"I had no father. I was conceived, somehow, without a dad." Anakin shrugged.
"The prophecy of the chosen one states clearly that the chosen one will be born out of midi-chlorians. You, Anakin." Anakin listened to the last few words, his eyebrows furrowed together. Despite being a slave, Anakin had be taught in the true-blue Tattooine way. He knew that if he had a duty, he would do it.
"So what do you want me to do?" he asked finally. Qui-Gon nodded, a smile on his face.
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Two days later
Padmé looked in surprise at the letter Sabé handed her. She had confessed everything to her handmaiden and best friend, and surprisingly, Sabé had been happy for her, even admitting that Anakin was a good guy. Padmé accepted the note, recognizing the handwriting on the envelope - Anakin's.
She turned away to read the letter, as Sabé closed to the doors to give her some privacy. Padmé opened the letter gingerly, as if it was gold, and gently unfolded the letter, her eyes catching each word.
Dear Hello, Padmé.
I don't know how to address you now, ever since that fateful day in the garden, but you'll always be my dear, no matter what happens.
I'm going to Coruscant. In fact, by the time you read this letter, I would be halfway across the galaxy. Funny, I always thought I would stay in Tattooine all my life, be a slave. And then when I met you, I figured nothing would ever pull me away from Naboo. And here I am, on a flyer to Coruscant to be a Jedi.
That's right. A Jedi. Apparently, I'm the answer to some weird prophecy. I have no idea. Qui-Gon's been teaching me some stuff. He says I learn fast, and that most Jedi took years to learn what I learnt in a couple of hours. I've been studying the history of the Jedi too. It's actually quite interesting. Just a couple more chapters and I would learn the whole history of the Jedi. Qui-Gon says that I'm the fastest learning padawan he ever had.
I'm happy. Qui-Gon's like a father I never had. I'm going to take my trials when I get to Coruscant. The Jedi council has grant me special permission. Master Yoda's really cool, only a little too violent with his pointy stick. At least that's what I heard from Qui-Gon.
Anyway, I'm probably never coming back to Naboo. You were right. I didn't trust you enough. I don't deserve you. Thank you for making my life whole for the first time, and for leaving me with precious memories that will make me whole for the rest of my life. You're an angel, and I've trapped your wings long enough.
You're free to fly, my angel. Soar once again in the sky. I will be there, by your side, even if you can't see me. After all, I am Anakin Skywalker. Where you fly, I will walk close behind.
For always, Ani.
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Tears dropped from Padmé's face, and onto the letter. Hurriedly wiping the letter dry, she discovered that the letter already had marks of tears that had dropped, tears that were not hers. Ani's. She clutched the letter and held it close to her. Closing her eyes, pictures of Anakin smiling, laughing ran through her mind, followed by the pain and anguish in his eyes when they had quarreled.
Making up her mind, she ran towards the door and opened her mouth to holler for Sabé, when suddenly, her handmaiden popped out of nowhere, a knowing smile on her face.
"Milady, I have made the arrangements. The flyer can only be ready by the start of next week, which would give us ample time to pack your stuff. I have also cancelled your leave starting next week, to give you an excuse for returning to Coruscant." Sabé winked. "It will also give Anakin time to take his trials."
Padmé smiled gratefully.
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Anakin stared out at the sky, or what could passed for as the sky. Coruscant was like one big city; the sky was covered with speeders and flyers and other vehicles. Tall, bright buildings reached endlessly towards space. Anakin didn't seemed to realize. He turned back to his quarters, and laid on his bed. He was waiting for his results, having taking the trials earlier that day.
"Anakin?" Obi-wan, a newly knighted Jedi, poked his head into the room. Anakin and Obi-wan had become firm friends throughout his stay at the Temple. Anakin actually felt a little guilty. Ok. A lot guilty. Many times, he wanted to tell Obi-wan the truth. But he didn't, not because he was afraid, but because he didn't want to ruin things between Padmé and Obi- wan. As much as he hurts him, he would rather see Padmé happy. Obi-wan was a good man, of this Anakin was sure.
"Yes?"
"The council wishes you to meet them." Anakin nodded, and followed Obi-wan into the huge room where the council resided. He stepped in the middle of the room, and faced Master Windu calmly, his head high up.
"You are the twenty-first Jedi to be knighted, Anakin Skywalker, as well as the youngest. You are also the first and probably only padawan who took his test a week after he became a Jedi," Master Windu said.
"Great potential, I sense," Master Yoda added. He trotted over to Anakin, and the tall boy had to literally squat down. Master Yoda looked at Anakin in the eye. "Let us down, you won't, will you?"
"Of course not, master Yoda. I will do my best."
"Troubles however, I sense in you," Master Yoda added. Anakin seemed surprised and stunned, before he nodded.
"Miss her, you do?" The council was baffled as Anakin again nodded.
"What is going on?" Master Windu demanded, one eyebrow raised. Master Yoda merely waved his stick.
"Catch her, you must." He gave Anakin a wink and a pat on the head with his stick, before walking back to his seat. Anakin stood up and bowed respectfully at the council, before leaving the room, his mind on Yoda's wise words. Absent-mindedly, he pushed open the door to his quarters. Looking up, he stopped short.
"Padmé?" was the unsure response.
"I don't want to fly," Padmé replied, as she ran over to give him a hug. "I'll sacrifice my wings for you. I'm walking with you, Ani. Wherever you go." With a sigh, Anakin wrapped his strong arms around her, and carried her to the bed. He gave her a soft kiss on her lips, before looking at her seriously.
"What about Obi-wan?"
*I already know, Ani. Padmé told me a couple of days ago* Obi-wan's voice suddenly rang through his head.
*And you're fine?*
*I'm OK, Ani. I'll leave you two love-birds alone. Besides I have a date.*
*Who?*
*Sabé* was the reply before Obi-wan raised his mind shield. Anakin did the same and turned back to the angel, who had been staring at him in concern. Anakin grinned, and shrugged innocently, before giving Padmé another hug.
"I love you, Padmé Naberrie."
"I love you too, Anakin Skywalker."
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A/N: DONE! REVIEW!
A/N: I'm not a Canadian, but I may spell some words wrongly because I learn UK English in school instead of US English. So forgive me if some words are slightly different from your spelling. =P
A/N x 2 : I'm sorry for not updating but there was a problem with my computer. It's fixed now, but I have to send it for further repairs. So hopefully, I'll try to end the story with this chapter.
"I'm sorry," the young Tattoine-born, Naboo-based mechanic blurted out suddenly, his voice seemingly louder in the silence, despite the thundering waterfalls and the chirping insects in the garden. After he had so rudely and stupidly barged into the meeting of the Senator and the Jedi, Padmé had not said a word to him, but instead pointedly ignored him.
Padmé turned her head away, as the sunlight shined on her, casting a warm glow that seemed to surround her.* Her beauty is overwhelming,* Anakin thought, as he cast another sheepish glance at her. Slowly, he sat down on the grass next to her, his eyes studying her fair face.
"I'm sorry," he repeated. "I told you, I thought that the Jedi fellow was Obi-wan." Padmé glared at him, her eyes blazing, and Anakin shut up, literally. He closed his mouth tightly, and clamped his hand over it.
"Have you no faith in me?" Padmé questioned suddenly, an edge in her voice. Anakin's deep blue eyes peered up from above his hand that was still clamped to his mouth. He frowned at the question, and releasing his hand, he fixed his gaze on her. Not at all intimidated, Padmé returned his stare. "Can't answer me? Have you NO faith in me?" Padmé pressed. "How can you tell me you love me if you don't trust me? Oh wait, maybe you don't love me. Is this some kind of thrill for you? I mean, hey, I barely know you."
"I'll put my life in your hands, together with my heart," was the simple, quiet reply, after what it seemed like an eternity of silence. Anakin stood up abruptly, and muttering a clumsy excuse on how he had to leave urgently, he practically fled from the garden, leaving Padmé staring after him, tears in her eyes.
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"Master Qui-Gon, you are sure that this Skywalker fellow is the chosen one, as said in the prophecy?" Mace Windu questioned, or rather interrogated. Qui-Gon nodded.
"I felt it, Master Windu. I felt the force at its fullest. This boy seemed to be made of midi-chlorians," Qui-Gon jabbered excitedly. "He is nineteen, and too old to be a padawan, I know. But this boy is the chosen one. He does not need to be trained."
By this time, Master Yoda had took the place of the bald headed Windu. "Qui- Gon, if this boy IS the chosen one, bring him back as soon as possible." Qui-Gon nodded respectfully. Switching off his transmitted, he did a 180 degree turn without even losing his stride, and headed towards the palace again. As he opened the door to enter the palace, he slammed into a rushing Anakin Skywalker, and once again, Qui-Gon felt the overwhelming sense of the force in his bones.
"I'm sorry," Anakin apologized, standing up. With a jolt, he realized that this was the Jedi master that had been in the room with the Senator. He nodded in respect and apology, and started down the stairs, when Qui-Gon's arm shot out to grab his arm. Surprised, Anakin stopped short and looked at Qui-Gon, who had sat down on the stairs. He patted the seat next to him, signaling from Anakin to sit next to him. Tentatively, Anakin sat.
"Anakin, am I right?" Anakin nodded gingerly, wondering what was going on. "There is something that you should know."
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Anakin was stumped. For the first time in his life, he felt stumped. "You're kidding. How can I even be a Jedi? Much less some chosen one. I've never had a single power in me," Anakin protested. He stood up and shook his blond head. "No way."
"Have you ever wondered why your reflexes were so much faster than anyone else? Only Jedi have fast reflexes; that's because we can see the future. Or have you ever wondered why your strength, your stamina, and your endurance was so much better? Or why you seemed to have the ability of not showing emotions?"
"I was born with them!"
"That' it. You were born with them. You were born to be a Jedi, Anakin. Let me ask you a question. Who is your father?" Anakin sat down again, and stared out at the clouds. Turning to Qui-Gon, he admitted.
"I had no father. I was conceived, somehow, without a dad." Anakin shrugged.
"The prophecy of the chosen one states clearly that the chosen one will be born out of midi-chlorians. You, Anakin." Anakin listened to the last few words, his eyebrows furrowed together. Despite being a slave, Anakin had be taught in the true-blue Tattooine way. He knew that if he had a duty, he would do it.
"So what do you want me to do?" he asked finally. Qui-Gon nodded, a smile on his face.
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Two days later
Padmé looked in surprise at the letter Sabé handed her. She had confessed everything to her handmaiden and best friend, and surprisingly, Sabé had been happy for her, even admitting that Anakin was a good guy. Padmé accepted the note, recognizing the handwriting on the envelope - Anakin's.
She turned away to read the letter, as Sabé closed to the doors to give her some privacy. Padmé opened the letter gingerly, as if it was gold, and gently unfolded the letter, her eyes catching each word.
Dear Hello, Padmé.
I don't know how to address you now, ever since that fateful day in the garden, but you'll always be my dear, no matter what happens.
I'm going to Coruscant. In fact, by the time you read this letter, I would be halfway across the galaxy. Funny, I always thought I would stay in Tattooine all my life, be a slave. And then when I met you, I figured nothing would ever pull me away from Naboo. And here I am, on a flyer to Coruscant to be a Jedi.
That's right. A Jedi. Apparently, I'm the answer to some weird prophecy. I have no idea. Qui-Gon's been teaching me some stuff. He says I learn fast, and that most Jedi took years to learn what I learnt in a couple of hours. I've been studying the history of the Jedi too. It's actually quite interesting. Just a couple more chapters and I would learn the whole history of the Jedi. Qui-Gon says that I'm the fastest learning padawan he ever had.
I'm happy. Qui-Gon's like a father I never had. I'm going to take my trials when I get to Coruscant. The Jedi council has grant me special permission. Master Yoda's really cool, only a little too violent with his pointy stick. At least that's what I heard from Qui-Gon.
Anyway, I'm probably never coming back to Naboo. You were right. I didn't trust you enough. I don't deserve you. Thank you for making my life whole for the first time, and for leaving me with precious memories that will make me whole for the rest of my life. You're an angel, and I've trapped your wings long enough.
You're free to fly, my angel. Soar once again in the sky. I will be there, by your side, even if you can't see me. After all, I am Anakin Skywalker. Where you fly, I will walk close behind.
For always, Ani.
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Tears dropped from Padmé's face, and onto the letter. Hurriedly wiping the letter dry, she discovered that the letter already had marks of tears that had dropped, tears that were not hers. Ani's. She clutched the letter and held it close to her. Closing her eyes, pictures of Anakin smiling, laughing ran through her mind, followed by the pain and anguish in his eyes when they had quarreled.
Making up her mind, she ran towards the door and opened her mouth to holler for Sabé, when suddenly, her handmaiden popped out of nowhere, a knowing smile on her face.
"Milady, I have made the arrangements. The flyer can only be ready by the start of next week, which would give us ample time to pack your stuff. I have also cancelled your leave starting next week, to give you an excuse for returning to Coruscant." Sabé winked. "It will also give Anakin time to take his trials."
Padmé smiled gratefully.
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Anakin stared out at the sky, or what could passed for as the sky. Coruscant was like one big city; the sky was covered with speeders and flyers and other vehicles. Tall, bright buildings reached endlessly towards space. Anakin didn't seemed to realize. He turned back to his quarters, and laid on his bed. He was waiting for his results, having taking the trials earlier that day.
"Anakin?" Obi-wan, a newly knighted Jedi, poked his head into the room. Anakin and Obi-wan had become firm friends throughout his stay at the Temple. Anakin actually felt a little guilty. Ok. A lot guilty. Many times, he wanted to tell Obi-wan the truth. But he didn't, not because he was afraid, but because he didn't want to ruin things between Padmé and Obi- wan. As much as he hurts him, he would rather see Padmé happy. Obi-wan was a good man, of this Anakin was sure.
"Yes?"
"The council wishes you to meet them." Anakin nodded, and followed Obi-wan into the huge room where the council resided. He stepped in the middle of the room, and faced Master Windu calmly, his head high up.
"You are the twenty-first Jedi to be knighted, Anakin Skywalker, as well as the youngest. You are also the first and probably only padawan who took his test a week after he became a Jedi," Master Windu said.
"Great potential, I sense," Master Yoda added. He trotted over to Anakin, and the tall boy had to literally squat down. Master Yoda looked at Anakin in the eye. "Let us down, you won't, will you?"
"Of course not, master Yoda. I will do my best."
"Troubles however, I sense in you," Master Yoda added. Anakin seemed surprised and stunned, before he nodded.
"Miss her, you do?" The council was baffled as Anakin again nodded.
"What is going on?" Master Windu demanded, one eyebrow raised. Master Yoda merely waved his stick.
"Catch her, you must." He gave Anakin a wink and a pat on the head with his stick, before walking back to his seat. Anakin stood up and bowed respectfully at the council, before leaving the room, his mind on Yoda's wise words. Absent-mindedly, he pushed open the door to his quarters. Looking up, he stopped short.
"Padmé?" was the unsure response.
"I don't want to fly," Padmé replied, as she ran over to give him a hug. "I'll sacrifice my wings for you. I'm walking with you, Ani. Wherever you go." With a sigh, Anakin wrapped his strong arms around her, and carried her to the bed. He gave her a soft kiss on her lips, before looking at her seriously.
"What about Obi-wan?"
*I already know, Ani. Padmé told me a couple of days ago* Obi-wan's voice suddenly rang through his head.
*And you're fine?*
*I'm OK, Ani. I'll leave you two love-birds alone. Besides I have a date.*
*Who?*
*Sabé* was the reply before Obi-wan raised his mind shield. Anakin did the same and turned back to the angel, who had been staring at him in concern. Anakin grinned, and shrugged innocently, before giving Padmé another hug.
"I love you, Padmé Naberrie."
"I love you too, Anakin Skywalker."
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A/N: DONE! REVIEW!