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Mommy??


"Mommy?" The little princess cried mournfully.
"Who are you?" A tall man said in a deep voice directed at the frightened four year old. The little girl, as small as she was, didn't seem afraid of the man whom others feared because of his power. She looked to the side, to the silent form that was her mother. She looked up to see the tall and evil looking man that was standing before her, breathing slowly.
"Can you help my mommy?" the child ran to the evil man's legs, hugging them and sobbing all the while.

The Rebel stronghold was empty, but still the Dark Lord searched its underground area, in search of something unknown to him. The Rebellion was very new, but the Emperor still considered it a threat, so had ordered his newest and most 'loyal' servant to investigate the scene. Loyal was not to describe Darth Vader. Darth Vader didn't exist, Anakin Skywalker told himself time and time again. "This is only until I can find a way to get Amidala away from him," the young man encased in layers of hate told himself. Thus he was startled out of a reverie when he almost tripped over a young child in a torn, but obviously expensive dress. He was even more startled to find that this young child did not back away in revulsion at the sight of the power emulating from him, with or without the Force. When the child asked him to help her mother, the kind half of his heart made him kneel beside the child over the still form of a woman. He gently pulled the hair away from the face of the woman and let out a cry.

Everything was so dark to her. She was devoid of the Force on this horrid planet, but it was the safest place to take her daughter in light of the massacres on Jedi and their families now taking place. She knew that she couldn't hide from him forever, but she could at least protect her daughter from the horrors that her father was committing. She couldn't have known that the very day she and her daughter arrived, an attack would break out, led by the very man she was trying to escape from. As she turned away from the firing stormtroopers, she felt a burning pain in her back. Ignoring the pain, she dragged her daughter and herself, by some miracle, to the basement of an abandoned Rebel base. She retreated to the corner, whispering reassurances to her child that she would be all right. But the young mother knew that she wouldn't be. She had suffered what she knew would be fatal blaster wounds. She knew that she shouldn't have taken herself and her daughter to this Rebel stronghold. And now, she was dying, leaving her daughter unprotected and to close to her father. This wasn't good. "Don't worry, little one," she whispered, trying to comfort her crying daughter. "I . . . love you . . . so much," she had to gasp for breath now. "Remember . . . what I told you . . . about the . . . about the Force," she could see her daughter crying and sobbing openly now. "Stay true . . . to the . . . light," her hand reached to touch her daughter's face, and then the world began spinning around her.
"Can you help my mommy?" She heard her child's voice, but to whom was she speaking? "Yes, little one," that voice, she KNEW that voice. Deeper than it was years ago, but the same voice. "Ani?" Queen Amidala cried out to the monster her love had become.

He heard the frail voice call out his nickname. He heard the voice at the same moment he saw her face and let out a yelp, as if stung by a jolt of electricity. "Ami!" he cried back.
It was really him. But that was bad, wasn't it? Amidala was confused now. All she knew now was that she loved him and could die happy in his arms, with her child. His lips found hers and he drew her into his arms and a long, lingering kiss. "I love you," he whispered into her ear ever so softly. She used up all of her remaining strength to utter her last words. "Love you too, take care of . . . Leia . . . find Luke . . .be with you . . . alwayssssss," with that, Queen Amidala of the Naboo, Wife to Anakin Skywalker, and Mother To Luke and Leia, Jedi Twins, died in her love's arms.

Leia Naberrie looked on as the strange man rushed to her mother's side, cried out, and then moments later, was kissing her with a lost passion. Leia was very puzzled by his actions, and even more so when he began to cry with his head in his hands. Leia had to deal with her own grief. "Mommy?" she cried, already knowing that she would never have a reply to her mournful cry.

Vader was no more. He thrust away from him that man the moment he felt his darling Ami's life drain from her body. He didn't need the force to know that she was dead. He put his head in his hands and cried as he had never cried before. He was interrupted in his mourning by the cry of the child. Ami's child. His child. Realization dawned upon him like a slap in the face. He was a father. "Leia, I am your father." He said in a flat voice. He saw his child look at him through tear glazed eyes, and then felt the impact as she ran into him and hugged him for all she was worth, sobbing into his shoulder. That was too much for him, and he thrust everything dark away from himself.

Light years away on a poor planet called Tattooine, a young boy named Luke suddenly burst out crying. He sobbed as if his world was ending. His aunt and Uncle didn't understand what had happened, but at the sound of sobbing, Obi-Wan rushed to comfort the child and understood at once that the Queen had been discovered . . . and was no more. At that same moment, Obi-Wan felt a presence in his mind so familiar, yet so unpredictable. "I am sorry, master," was the whisper.