Written by: Seyla Starrider & Qwi Xux
Date: July 20, 2001
Contact: dpriser@aol.com
and XImperialQwiXux@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Intent: Angst/Action
Note: This is somewhat a song-fiction. You might know the artist you might not. "Lying to Myself" is a song recorded by a new artist Ben Glover. We were stirred by this song cause of its lyrics pertaining to lying to yourself about the reality and truth at the events in which are happening. And lying about how things really are and what they really are. We picture Amidala Naberrie` doing the same to herself, giving this fiction the appropriate title Lying to Myself.
Thanks2: George Lucas and friends for creating
the already known characters. Know we are receiving no money or anything for
this work, only the satisfaction of releasing our feelings and allowing others
to view them.
Time: After Episode II. Yes, my first version of
Episode III and II, but II is a flash back sort of thing during the times it
comes in.
Summery: EP2&3. Amidala is realizing the
truth, on what was and how life used to be. Sabe`, Rabe`, Eirtae`, and Dorme`
are shaken by what they find. We also can't forget the twins nor the two Jedi
lover boys, can't we? The first hand encounters of the Rising of the Emperor.
Please R/R!!!
I crumbled to the ground when I heard the news
creep from my companion's mouth in the other room. The elaborate glass vase
which I had been trying to arrange with delicate and vibrant flowers and plants
had slipped out of my hands shattering in hundreds of pieces all over the tile
floor.
I felt like screaming, crying, laughing, and
avenging my feelings of betrayal all at once.
Landing on the floor, I could feel tiny glass
shards penetrate through my skin puncturing through my gown and my skin.
Had I heard everything correctly? Or was I just
imagining things?
Trying to brace myself on the ground from falling
on my back from the shock, I placed my hands firmly on the ground. I could feel
glass puncture through my skin sending sharp tingling pains of agony throughout
my body, but I ignored it.
A comforting hand rested on my shoulder. I knew
who it was once he entered the room.
Dropping down onto his knee, Obi-Wan picked me up
from the ground.
I couldn't move from the fear and tremors waving
up and down my entire being. I felt paralyzed. I had no control of my movements
or my tears. Inside my head, I kept reassuring myself that this wasn't
happening.
He laid me on the couch and spread out my legs.
Then grabbing my hands discovering the wounds and damage. He called over MD-3D,
the med-droid, who had been stationed against the far wall waiting instructions
for his duty.
As he tended to my hands, I looked up at Obi-Wan
with distress in my eyes. "Tell what you said was only my imagination. Please
tell me this isn't happening."
The Jedi Master once again got on his knees so he
could be eye level to himself and me. "I'm sorry," he had mumbled low under his
breath for only my ears.
That was when I collapsed, breaking down in
tears.
Never in my entire life had I given out, even
during the Battle of Naboo. Then why now? Why in front of Ben? And throughout
that moment I wished it were all a dream.
But it's now.
The dream of peace has faded away, replacing it
with the nightmare of war.