Bright
Sparkling Stars
By Ricco
Ragazza
Disclaimer:
I don't own Star Wars and George Lucas, his lawyers, and everyone else would
laugh at me if I said that I did. So, :-p to that
idea. All I own is my story, ask me before you use it. Thanks! :-)
Authors
Note: My first real multi-chaptered story! And my muse ::da-da-da-duuuuum::
Amidala Skywalker/ Lady Serenity Moon! ::fans throw flowers:: Hey! Where are my
flowers, huh?! Well, anyways, please read? So, if you wanna be nice to me,
READ+REIVIEW!! Ok? Please? Thanks to anyone who does! ::blows
them kisses::
~*~
~Bright Sparkling
Stars~
~*~
~By Ricco Ragazza~
~*~
Anakin
fidgeted slightly as he stood straight clenching the sides of his pants in an
effort to dry his sweaty palms. There he was in the middle of the dome shaped
Jedi Council room; for the second time that week. Obi-wan sensed the unrest of
his protégé, who was standing at his left, and a deep frown flashed across his
bearded face. The grimace only resided on his rugged features for a
split-second but that was long enough for Yoda to pick it up.
"Frustrated
you are Obi-wan, yet your padawan still listens not. Instruct him better you
should." Yoda answered to the expression in his special was of speaking. He
didn't frown as Obi-wan had, but his emotions were on the same line. All of the
Jedi were getting tired of Anakin's behavior, but there was nothing they could
do. After all, he was their only hope, bad behavior or not.
The council
couldn't tell him anything he already didn't know now, and if they thought
instructing Anakin was a walk in the park maybe they should take on the
responsibility, after all he never asked for the job.
"Yes,
master." Obi-wan answered automatically as was the standard protocol. Inside he
was still fuming, but he set up the necessary shields to block his thoughts
from everyone else in the room; a trait he had learned early on at the Jedi Temple.
The other
masters looked on at them with that all-knowing look that sometimes overtook
their features without them really knowing it. Obi-wan stared blankly at a spot
on the wall behind Yoda and Adi, this way it looked like he was looking at
them, but he didn't have to meet their penetrating gazes. The sound of his
heart pounding against the walls of his chest echoed hollowly in his ears as
the deafening silence chewed away at the last of his wits.
"Go now
you may, but glad I will not be to see you again in the near future," Yoda
huffed out and crinkled his already wrinkled face in a partly disgusted manner.
Obi-wan and Anakin bowed in homage simultaneously and then turned and strode
out of the chamber; both all too very ready to get away from the glares and
harsh words that the council had to offer the two of them are the shortest
notice. That was one thing they could always count on; rebuke from the Jedi
masters.
Anakin
trailed a few feet behind Obi-wan through the door of the council room, and
right as it shut behind them Obi-wan turned on his heel to give him a small piece
of his mind.
"Anakin,
when are you going to grow up?! You're old enough to know the difference
between right and wrong, or am I mistaken?" Obi-wan screeched from between his
teeth, and he tried to keep his voice low; tried to keep his calm, but it was
all too hard to grasp with the wet fingers of his mind.
Anakin
hated being yelled at; he always had and he probably always would. He didn't
feel like arguing today, he was much to run down and tired for arguing. He
folded his arm across his chest; ready to let Obi-wan rant and rave at his
expense until his heart was content. Looking down at the tips of his tan
colored boots, Anakin paid no attention to what Obi-wan was saying; he let his
mind drift off into his own small world.
"Anakin?
Are you listening to me? ANAKIN!" Obi-wan yelled at
him; seeing that yelling wasn't going to help in getting Anakin to pay
attention, he reached over and grabbed Anakin's shoulder and dragged him down
the hallway to the elevator.
Obi-wan
hit the down button (The only way to go was down) with the palm of the hand
that wasn't attached to Anakin a little too hard and a shot of pain went up his
arm. If he even noticed the pain, it didn't show though. Anakin pulled away
from his hard grasp and stood slumped over, still not paying much attention to
why Obi-wan was so angry. He knew he had screwed up, he wasn't oblivious to the
fact he had done something wrong, but everyone was acting that way. They
treated him like he was still nine years old, and it was getting tiring.
The light
above the elevator door lit up and soon after opened with a satisfying ding. Obi-wan proceeded to grab Anakin's
arm and drag him unwillingly into the small chamber that was the inside of the
elevator. "This is going to be one long ride…" Anakin thought unhappily as the
double doors shut him in to face Obi-wan's wrath by himself.
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Sabé
awoke to the noise of bare feet pattering on the hard tile floor of the private
house (That was inside the palace, but consisted of many rooms) she shared with
the other handmaidens and their queen. She didn't get out of her soft plush bed
at first; she just opened her eyes to see who was getting up at the late hour
of the night, or better yet early hour of the morning. To her surprise it was
none other than Amidala, their queen, who had a look of pure interest on her
face as she tip-toed to the door. Sabé waited until the queen had opened the
door to the balcony, which was close to her bed anyway, to follow her.
She
slipped out bed and quickly scanned the space around her bed for her soft
heeled slippers so that she wouldn't make as much noise as Amidala had. Not
seeing them on first glance she turned back toward her bed and bent down with
her knees bent to look under her small single sized bed. Seeing them, she bent
forward, a little too far, and fell forward. She caught the bed to regain her
balance, and then reached her hands under the bed and snatched her white fluff
slippers.
Wasting
no time she creped over to where her wrapper was on a hook beside her nightstand,
and pulled it around her shoulders and tied it around her waist loosely. She
tip-toed past the other sleeping handmaidens, three of them were in that part
of the skilled architecturally designed room, and made her way silently to the
balcony door. After about four cautious steps she stepped on something and she
wavered, but stayed on her feet. She looked down, seeing that she had stepped
on a hairbrush. Sabé brought her foot up, and rubbed her ankle where it was
throbbing before she continued on her way to follow her queen.
*****
Amidala
awoke suddenly, out of another dreamless sleep which had plagued her nights for
weeks. She sat up in her bed and sent her covers to her knees with a half
hearted toss. She stared blankly through an open door that was in front of her
that opened up to another room for her handmaidens. Everyone was asleep,
dreaming dreams of sugar plum faeries, Amidala was sure. She sighed deeply and
let her shoulders slump as she shifted her gaze up to the ceiling.
Suddenly,
she turned half way around to look out her window; that was conveniently placed
behind the headboard of her bed. Amidala scooted over so that she could move
the thick dark curtains with her hand, and she looked out over her private
green gardens, the most beautiful in the entire palace. A thin mist covered all
of the royal gardens, and the moonlight made it glitter in an eerily beautiful
way. The gardens were in the center of their courtyard, surround on all sides
by walls and other balconies.
She
dropped the curtains from her hand and pulled her knees to her chest ridding
them of the thick blankets. She then threw her legs over the side of her large
bed, and proceeded to slip out onto the floor. The queen walked as quietly as
she could, so that she wouldn't wake anyone; not bothering to grab a wrapper or
to wear her slippers. Amidala walked very slowly over to the door to one of
their balconies that was only a few paces from her bed.
When she
got to the wide door, she tried to turn the knob, with no luck. Frowning, she
then reached a few inches above the door knob and quickly turned the metal lock
the opposite way. Amidala turned the silver knob this time very quickly with
ease and stepped out onto the cool balcony, shutting the door slowly, and
letting it latch slowly to lessen the noise it would make.
*****
Sabé
opened the door and hurried out to where her queen was standing staring out
over the gardens at the bright sparkling stars that had long before taken over
the night sky. Sabé did have to admit that they were beautiful, and
captivating; yet it was no excuse to get up in the middle of the night and
scare the wits out of your loyal handmaiden.
"May I
ask what the bloody hell you are doing out here at this time of night?" Sabé
asked a startled Amidala. The queen turned around after jumping nearly a foot
in the crisp night air to glare at her best friend, who had single handedly
ripped her out of her reverie. She opened her mouth to shove a good comeback in
Sabé's face, but couldn't think of one so she merely turned back around in such
a stately manner it made Sabé start laughing at her.
Amidala
frowned out over the green misty gardens and stomped her foot in an irritated
manner, "Oh, hush! You'll wake everyone with that cackling of yours!" She
snorted back at her handmaiden, who was now doubled over with laughter. "I
can't see why you are laughing so hard, I didn't say anything quite that
hilarious." She stated in a queenly way, but it only made Sabé laugh even
harder.
Getting a
hold of herself, Sabé's laughter slowly came to a
halt, but tears were still in her eyes as she stood up straight and walked over
to the ledge of the balcony that Amidala was resting her elbows on with a
pouting look on her face.
Sabé
reached the Amidala and looked over at her with a questioning look on her face.
"Really, though, why are you out here?" She whispered to her queen, and when
she got no answer she mimicked the way her friend was standing there; pout and
all. Amidala turned her head long enough to see that she was now being made fun
of and turned her head back with a jerk and frowned even deeper.
"Ami-daaaaaalaaaaaa? Hellooooo? Any-body-hooooo--"
Sabé was cut off by a smack on the head with the back of her own right slipper.
Amidala had snatched it off quite quickly, much too quickly for Sabé to notice.
It was now the queen's turn to laugh as she ran to where the stairs off the
balcony to the gardens were and hustled down as quickly as she could, not
minding that she wasn't wearing any sort of shoes.
"That's
not funny!" Sabé screeched after the queen, and Amidala's laughter got louder.
As she neared the bottom of the stone steps Sabé's left slipper went sailing by
the side of her head, but missed by an inch and hit the thick green grass and
rolled over twice and came to a stop about two feet from the stairs.
Amidala
stopped, turned back toward Sabé at the bottom of the stairs and put her hands
on her hips. "Missed me, missed me, now ya gotta kiss me!" She jeered at Sabé
as she swung her hips from side to side while scrunching up her facial features
and sticking her tongue at out.
"Ooooh!
You're gonna get a kiss alright! Not one that you will particularly like
though!" Sabé yelled as she ran to the stairs and flew down them after Amidala,
who had let out a small scream when she saw Sabé start after her.
"Oh? A bad kiss, huh? Probably from your
boyfriend then!" Amidala yelled behind her as she ran through the garden
dodging obstacles such as the trees and beds of flowers. The mist was getting
thicker and she could barely see where she was going; hoping not to run into a
tree she continued onward running in part circles trying to tire Sabé out.
The cool
mist that covered the ground swirled around their ankles as the chase continued
on; their laughter filled the air with a musical sound. The wind that blew in
Amidala's face cooled it from running, and the thick soft green grass was plush
under her feet, but firm. It was the perfect evening, but neither of them were now looking up at the star filled sky.
After
about three straight minutes of running around in circles Sabé was getting
tired of chasing Amidala and slowed her pace down to a mild jog. "Fine! I'll kiss you later!" She yelled after the running
figure of Amidala between pants; she doubled over and tried helplessly to get
back her breath from the mixture of laughing so hard and running at the same
time.
Amidala
stopped cautiously only after a moment of not hearing her friend behind her.
She turned around with a grin that took up her whole face and looked at Sabé.
"How the
heck can you keep that grin on your face without falling to the ground from
lack of oxygen?!" Sabé questioned her queen's expression while she still tried
to regain her breath.
Amidala
stated walking toward her, "Oh, this old thing?" She asked as she stretched her
smile even wider; wider than either of the girls had thought possible. Amidala
tossed herself onto the grass beside Sabé and looked through the trees up into
the black starry sky. Her friend soon regained most of her breath as sank to
her knees and then proceeded to lie down beside Amidala and follow her gaze up
to the sky.
"Ya think my dream guy is up there?" Amidala asked dreamily
as she crossed her legs at the ankles and stared even harder at the millions of
stars that lit up the otherwise pitch black sky.
"Uhhhh, if your dream is some kind of stalker…I don't think
normal guys hang out in the trees of our gardens…" Sabé said in a serious tone
of voice, even though she was joking. She folded her arms behind her head and
gazed up half interested at the stars.
"I'm
being serious! I mean, you can't help but wonder…what's he doing right now?"
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Anakin
stared up at his ceiling and counted the dots. "Three hundred forty-one, three hundred
forty-two…" He said half-heartedly as he lay on his small bed in his cramped
little chambers; the best that the temple had to offer him. He was lying on his
perfectly made bed, not bothering to get under the blankets; or for that matter
even take off his boots.
He
stopped in his pursuit of counting all of the dots and pushed himself up and
threw his legs over the edge of his bed.
Anakin walked over to his door and stared at the knob. One part
of him wanted to go out, swallow his pride and apologize. Yet the other part,
the proud one, wanted to lay back down and count dots
and run from the realization that he was wrong. Before he could make up his
mind Obi-wan burst through the door, almost knocking him to the floor.
"Get packed quickly, we have a serious mission to go on." Obi-wan
said calmly, but Anakin could see the terror on his features: never a good way
to start off a mission.
