Author's note: Well, this sounded like a fun
thing to write. I just hope you enjoy it as much as I did. :-) Have mercy for my
spelling and grammar.
Disclaimer: These character belong to George Lucas
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I wonder if my master is still
alive.
That might sound ridiculous. I
mean, after what I've done, after all this time, all these days when I've been
dishonoring his teachings, I wonder if he's alive.
I should know I guess, but I
don't. I don't have an idea.
What would he say if he were here,
if he saw me now?
Accuse me? Help me to escape?
Not that it is possible.
Probably he'd just turn away
in disgust. Why should he acknowledge me as his apprentice? It was a very long time since
I rejected him as my master. And there's no reason to change that tonight, is it?
But stillsome parts of me
wish he was here now. Here to talk to me, to ask me what happened, to give me that calm
stare of his and then wonder if I'm proud of where I am, what I've become.
If it was worth it.
Was it?
To be frank – and
there's no reason why I shouldn't, after all, soon it won't matter – I
don't know. It could have. That it ended up this way was just an accident.
But he is not here. Maybe
he's not even alive. He will never know what happened to his student, the one he
lost.
Sure, he saw me change. He would
have been a fool not to. And my master was never a fool. Except from the day he chose me
as his padawan, perhaps. But I don't know. Maybe it could have been all different.
Maybe I want to believe that.
Yes, he saw me change. He saw me
turn away, out of reach, never to come back. But he never knew why. I don't believe
anyone did. I shouldn't care, really. But, oddly, I do. I really wish I could tell
him, make him understand.
So, my beloved master, I'll
tell my tale, and hope that you – if you're still alive – will find it one
day. And if you're dead, I hope someone else does, someone in tune with the Light
Side, so that he, when he dies and joins the Force, can tell you what I've said.
So that you one day will
understand what brought me here, to this place this cold, unrelenting night.
***
I hated him.
More than you ever can imagine. If
you'd known hate like this, you wouldn't be able to resist, not any more than I
did.
And it was easy to hate him. He
was just the kind of a guy. I mean, he had everything!
And you know, he didn't have
to fight for it either. As soon as he appeared, everything got all right.
He was accepted at the temple at
the age nine – and what kind of a thing is that?! – and was taken as a padawan
immediately.
As if that wouldn't be
enough, he was treated like some sort of god, being the Chosen One, and all.
He could do whatever he wanted.
The Council didn't give a fuck. After all, he was supposed to save the galaxy, and
you can't treat him like a mortal being, huh?
Yeah, he was good. I'll admit
that.
But no one ever questioned it! It
was just a certain thing, Anakin Skywalker is the greatest, he makes everything. Yeah
right. But in the end he died, huh?
If there was a mission, whom did
they send? Obi-Wan Kenobi, and of course, his INVALUABLE PADAWAN, THE GREAT ANAKIN
SKYWALKER, SAVIOR OF THE GALAXY.
Yeah, they were heroes before he
turned eighteen. But then came the Clone War. And they turned into legends.
And you know, it wasn't only
the people out there that was fooled. It was just the same in the temple.
He'd got it all.
Friends, good looks, stardom and
then of course, his incredible midichlorian count. C'mon, even Enigma liked him. And
she uses to contempt most Jedi.
You know, I could have forgiven
him that. What kind of a guy do you think I am? I don't begrudge anyone anything.
But then there was Ryalla.
You remember her? I believe you
did. After all, she came and saw me pretty often. You know we loved each other.
But you don't know that love
is what has brought me here. Or did you? Maybe you suspected it.
I would like to know, did you
know? But then, for Force's sake, if you knew what love could dowhy didn't
you stop me?
Why the hell didn't you stop
me?
We had known each other since I
was one, and she a month younger. We grew up together. And when she turned fifteen, I fell
in love with her.
That's not so weird, is it?
And it could have turned out fine.
I know she loved me. We could have married, and then had the greatest of lives together.
But then Anakin Skywalker entered
the arena.
He was as old as I, and had been
in the temple for six years. But until now, he had gone along quietly. Or pretty quietly.
But now, things were happening. He
was getting bigger and bigger, and people was talking. Everybody knew who he was.
I didn't care about
Skywalker. Ryalla and I were dating, that's what mattered.
Remember that time, master? I was
never so happy
And you smiled at me, and gave me
permission to see her. Do you regret it now?
It feels so strangetalking
about love now. Did this really happen to me? Is it true that I loved once, a long
time ago? It would seem impossible to believe
Somewhere along the road they
became friends, she and Anakin. Well, that's no crime. But then she fell in love with
him.
I shall be fair. He did nothing to
encourage her. He never seemed interested in girls that way. Had his mind set on Amidala
even then, I guess
At first, I didn't know what
was going on. But I noticed she was drifting away from mebut when I asked her, she
just made a joke about it, and then we talked about other things.
But then, slowly, when she was
spending less and less time with me, and more with him I started to understand.
I didn't want to believe it,
of course.
I made excuses for her,
everything. She was in love with me, wasn't she?
But as things went on, I
couldn't ignore it anymore.
And then, only a few days before
the Clone Wars broke out, I put her against the wall, and this time she confessed. She was
in love with Anakin Skywalker.
Force, I was crushed. I'd
been suspecting it, had known it all the time, but now that I got it thrown in my face, I
didn't know what to say.
I yelled.
I pleaded.
And I am afraid I cried.
I told her I loved her. That I
would do anything for her.
But she wouldn't listen.
I said he would never love her
like that. Everyone knew he was in love with the former Queen of Naboo. She just looked at
me with her big, gray eyes and told me she had to try.
Tonight she would go to him, and
tell him she loved him. She hoped he would realize she was the right one for him, that
they would be happy together.
Our relationship was over.
She went over to me, and caressed
me cheek.
"I'm sorry, Kev, but I
have to. I cannot lie to my heart. And I would never lie to you."
I said nothing. She looked down,
then looked back at me, and there was no doubt in her voice.
"I'll do what I must.
Please wish me luck."
Then she went out of the room, not
turning once. I just stood there, watching my beloved leave.
And with her – even though I
didn't know it then – my soul.
Even that, I could have forgiven
him.
He turned her down.
Not unkindly – of course the
great Anakin Skywalker would never hurt anyone – but he turned her down.
And just a few months later he
married Amidala.
And that, dear master, is what I
never can forgive him.
He stole my Ryalla from me. Then
he chose another girl over her, after he had crushed her heart. And mine –
Ain't that weird? If he had
accepted her, taken the gift she wanted to give him, I would have survived itBut
that he turned her down. He didn't want what she had. He didn't want the things
I'd dreamed of.
Is that reason enough to hate him?
I think it is. Is it reason enough to do all the things I have done, just to end up here?
No. I guess not. But yet,
that's the way it turned out.
I was wretched.
You knew that, didn't you?
But you didn't say anything, just showed me - through you kindness - that I could
talk to you if I wanted.
I never doubted that. Never. But I
didn't want to talk.
I kept on going.
I trained. Harder than ever
before. You saw that too, didn't you? But you thought it was just a way to get over
Ryalla. And it was. And maybe it would have worked.
I didn't see her again. Or
well, I did SEE her. In the corridors, in the other end of a room, you know, things like
that. But we didn't talk.
And she never came back to me.
But I don't know. Even if she
had, I don't believe we would have been able to bring back what we once had.
I still loved her, that's for
sure, but what we'd shared was gone for good. It disappeared as she did the same out
through my door.
I heard about it in the cantina.
Someone said Anakin Skywalker would marry senator Amidala of Naboo.
I was devastated.
I mean, if I'd heard he would
marry Ryalla, maybe I'd accepted it, but Amidala
Don't ask for logic.
It's just my feelings. And now that's against all your teachings, master. But
then again, most of what I've done these last years are.
I saw it on the holo. We
weren't invited – we didn't know him that well. But you know that. I
can't say if Ryalla was. Either way, she wasn't there.
I saw them, this young, beautiful
couple smile like they were in heaven, and I thought of Ryalla, and how she left me and
ran to him just to be rejected.
And I hated them, master. Hated
them so much.
And that was when I decided to
kill them.
For crushing her heart? No.
That's not the truth. I wanted to make the pay for crushing my heart. In the
end, I crushed myself. You would have told me that, had I asked you. But I didn't
ask. I hated.
You never knew this, did you?
You just saw that change. Of
course you did.
Cause you see, master. From that
day on I lived only for my revenge.
I planned.
I trained harder than ever. If
you're planning to fight the Chosen One, then you don't come unprepared. When I
thought myself to be ready I would strike. And I trained harder and harder so that the day
for my attack wouldn't be long in coming.
You were worried about me, I know.
You tried to talk to me so many times. I wouldn't listen.
I thought you were a nosy fool. I
ask you to forgive me that. You only tried to save me.
It was impossible, master.
Don't think "if only". There is no such sentence. There was nothing you
could do.
I was too far-gone.
But you tried one last time. You
remember that night, don't you? That night when you realized I truly was on the Dark
Side. I didn't. And I didn't believe you when you told me.
So I left you. And I never came
back.
That's another weird thing. I
hated them, more than you can imagine. I knew I hated them. I knew I lived for my revenge.
Still, I wouldn't admit I had embraced the Dark Side.
Pride, I guess.
Pride has destroyed many lives.
I hated you then, master. I had
nowhere to go, no place where I could plan and train and prepare myself. And I'd been
so close to succeeding. I had already set the date when you made me leave.
No. That's unfair. You
didn't really make me leave. I know that. But it felt that way then.
At first, I didn't know what
to do.
But I wouldn't let anything
stop me.
I lived for my hate. And the hate
ate me, consumed my soul until nothing was left but cold darkness. Not even my love for
Ryalla remained.
I left Coruscant on a big
freighter. Wound up on a small dirtball called Kothlis. I stayed there, in a very small
town. I took it over. I ruled it. I was the Dark Jedi. It was first then I accepted my
fall. Not that I saw it as a fall.
You frown. You never heard of
that, did you? Neither did the Council. The town was a rotten place. No one cared about
it. No one cared about whom ruled it. Therefor you never knew.
I didn't really enjoy it. It
was too small, too petty to please me. I felt petty myself, ruling such a low place.
But I stayed.
I told myself I wouldn't last
for long. Only until I got a chance to kill the Skywalkers.
Two years passed. I turned
twenty-three. But I was already an old man.
Did you look for me, master?
Searched for your fallen apprentice? Or did you took another youth as your padawan,
forgetting the one you lost..?
And that townSy'lyar.
What's it like now, when I've left it? Is it a happy village again? I hope
soafter all, it was just a substitute for revenge. Now that I've got it, I
don't need that place anymore.
Time went on, as it always does.
Suddenly the news reached me.
Chancellor Palpatine had declared
himself Emperor and taken control of the new Empire.
At his right side, was Darth
Vader, a Dark Lord of the Sith. And they were killing all the Jedi.
I was elated.
For two years, I'd been
living on this dustball. Now I saw my chance.
I could go to the Emperor, and
offer him my services. In exchange, I would be the one to kill Anakin Skywalker.
I left the same day.
I didn't know then that he
was already dead. Half my revenge had already been achieved. But at least, I did the other
half myself.
I was never good at flying. So
when my ship started to signal "DANGER" I didn't know what to do. I figured
I ought to land.
I did so on a desert-planet called
Tatooine.
And there I found Amidala.
I don't know what she was
doing there. Fleeing from the Empire, I guessed. After all, her husband was a Jedi.
She looked older where she stood
in the alley, waiting for someone. Much older.
She looked up when I came, then
looked away, not really seeing me. I was nothing to her.
I guess she regretted that later.
Yes, I killed her. I wasn't
there to see her die, though.
I don't want to dirt you with
the details. To say that Obi-Wan Kenobi interfered and made me flee before she passed out
is enough.
But I could feel her die.
I thought half of my mission had
been accomplished – I still didn't know he was dead.
But I didn't feel any
triumph. And that surprised me.
It doesn't surprise you, huh?
You would have told me revenge was an empty victoryand maybe you are right. Tonight,
I will almost believe it.
I arrived to Coruscant two days
later and managed my way into the Emperor's throne-room.
I told him my story. I said I
would be his servant, only he let me kill Anakin Skywalker.
And he laughed.
Then he told me, smiling, Anakin
Skywalker was already dead. Killed by Darth Vader months ago.
I was shocked. I hadn't
expected this.
Then I realized. They were dead.
Both of them. Even though I hadn't killed him myself, they were dead. I had reached
my goal.
I stood there, stunned, not aware
of the present. I can't really describe the feeling. I won't even try. But it
was not like anything I'd ever experienced before.
Then the Emperor cut into my
thoughts. He said he could have use for me. And that I could work directly under Darth
Vader.
He laughed when he said that.
I agreed. It seemed proper.
Yes, proper. Maybe this is a
proper fate for me. Do you think so, master? Do you look at me in disgust, or do you feel
compassion.
Do you care of me at all. Does my
story – the tale of your lost apprentice – touch you?
Once I would have known it did.
But now, I'm not sure.
I spent a day, waiting for Vader
to return from some Jedihunt. It was late afternoon when he entered my room.
Apparently the Emperor had told
him everything. He looked at me for a while, as if he was trying to read my soul.
I gave him a fast smile.
"I heard you killed Anakin
Skywalker."
He nodded.
"You hated him?"
He stood still for a moment, then
shrugged.
"He was a fool."
I nodded.
"Yes. But nothing remains of
him now."
He tilted his head slightly.
"What do you mean?" he
demanded.
"Nothing. Just that now his
wife is dead as well"
This sounds stupid, but I promise
you, he flinched. Have you met him, you understand how unnatural that is.
"You know about that?"
What was it in his voice? I cannot
tell
I smiled confidently.
"Well, I killed her."
I don't know what happened
now. I said the words and everything became quiet. Then suddenly I was thrown against the
wall.
He stood over me, gripped me and
held me in the air.
"Whatdid
yousay?" he breathed, his mask just inches from me.
"I killed her", I
whispered.
I had time to wonder what was
going on before I was smashed into the wall again.
I guess I fainted cause when
I woke up I hang in chains in a small room, a cell, and Vader's standing before me. I
don't remember how I got there.
But I most certainly remember the
following hours, when I entered a new world of pain as my body was slowly turned into
pieces.
And I wonder over and over
againwhy? Why, why, why?
Why does he care?
I don't know.
Maybe Vader too was in love once.
Maybe his story is not so unlike
mine. But I don't know.
I would give so much to
understandwhy did he do this to me? And that's why I'm telling you this.
Because I believe you want to understand too.
He didn't address me once
during the torture. Just ordered around the droidwatched melistened to my
screams
I didn't know there could be
pain like that. I screamed and screameduntil it was over and he left.
That was an hour ago.
So here I am, master.
I never thought it would end like
this. But yethere I am. And I don't know why. It was my own actions that
brought me here, I'm sure. But I can't seecan't understand how.
I've told you my story,
master. As it was. As I felt it was. Maybe it was all-differentbut this is what I
saw and heard and felt.
So now that you know, my master,
can you tell me how I ended up here?
Did I deserve it? In many ways I
guess I did
There are so many things I
haven't told youcruelties I've committed thoughts I've been
thinkingthe years on Kothlis
You don't really have to know
that. Or is it essential to what has happened?
I don't knowand
there's no one to tell me. In the end, we are all alone, with our guilt.
I cannot feel the pain
anymoreI know I'm passing away. I can feel that life's leaving me. I
hardly have the strength to breathe. It's not much left
Do you know what happened to
Ryalla?
This started out of my love for
her, yet I haven't thought of her in years. When did my love turn into hate, master?
Can you look back at this story and then tell me when I started to walk down this road,
that has brought me here tonight?
The road was long. And the
obstacles many. But here I am. I guess, you might say I've reached my goal. Tonight I
will pay the road tax.
I failed you, master. I rejected
your training, I ran away and I hated you. I cursed you.
Tonight I am paying, and I curse
you once again, and the Skywalkers, and Ryalla, and myself for leaving me like this.
And masterhow I wish you
were here