Anakin looked down at the former Jedi who lay dying at his
feet. Obi-Wan Kenobi looked up at him sadly. Blood caked one side of
his face. A vicious cut went from the top of his head down the side
through where his ear should have been and ended at his collarbone.
Tears poured from his one remaining eye.
The battle had been long and neither had gotten out of it
unscathed. Anakin himself was bleeding profusely. Numerous wounds
marred his face.
They had been fighting for an hour, ever since Anakin had
distracted Obi-Wan long enough for the others to converge on Mortis.
He was dead now. His body lay in a bloody heap on the floor of the
Theed palace throne room.
Looking Obi-Wan straight in the eye Anakin raised his
lightsaber to make the killing blow, and froze.
Padme rushed through the fray. She had to get to Anakin. She
could see him, on the other side of the fountain where his battle with
Kenobi had lead him. His stood as if frozen.
Shooting at those who stood in her way Padme quickly made her
way to him. She stooped behind him and hesitatingly touched his arm.
Now they both looked down on Obi-Wan.
They made quite the picture, the queen and the slave standing
over the Jedi. Padme looked nothing like the queen she was. Her white
battle suit was torn and dirtied.
Anakin was no longer a slave. His clothes to were torn and
dirtied, but were made of the finest cut and cloth.
Obi-Wan no longer resembled a Jedi. His clothes were black and
the aura around him was one of anger, not peace.
Obi-Wan looked up at the two lovers, the slave who had stolen
his master, and the queen who had stolen his heart.
The battle raged all around them, but they did not see it, nor
did they hear it.
Obi-Wan looked at the two and with his failing strength he
uttered the last words that would ever leave his mouth.
"I'm sorry. I was jealous." Extinguishing his lightsaber
Anakin fell to his knees, Padme following close after. She cradled
Obi-Wan's head in her lap. She gazed into his eyes and smiled, a
forgiving smile, filled with love that he would never receive.
Slowly, without his noticing Padme reached over Obi-Wan's
prone body. Her hand grasped the slim hilt of Anakin's lightsaber.
Leaning down Padme placed a light kiss on Obi-Wan's lips. Pulling back
she wept, not noticing Anakin's matching tears. She smiled once more.
And then she lit the lightsaber.
This ending isn't as good as I could have made it. The story
wasn't one of my better creations, but I've got a new idea and this
one will be great.
Mithral Fire
feet. Obi-Wan Kenobi looked up at him sadly. Blood caked one side of
his face. A vicious cut went from the top of his head down the side
through where his ear should have been and ended at his collarbone.
Tears poured from his one remaining eye.
The battle had been long and neither had gotten out of it
unscathed. Anakin himself was bleeding profusely. Numerous wounds
marred his face.
They had been fighting for an hour, ever since Anakin had
distracted Obi-Wan long enough for the others to converge on Mortis.
He was dead now. His body lay in a bloody heap on the floor of the
Theed palace throne room.
Looking Obi-Wan straight in the eye Anakin raised his
lightsaber to make the killing blow, and froze.
Padme rushed through the fray. She had to get to Anakin. She
could see him, on the other side of the fountain where his battle with
Kenobi had lead him. His stood as if frozen.
Shooting at those who stood in her way Padme quickly made her
way to him. She stooped behind him and hesitatingly touched his arm.
Now they both looked down on Obi-Wan.
They made quite the picture, the queen and the slave standing
over the Jedi. Padme looked nothing like the queen she was. Her white
battle suit was torn and dirtied.
Anakin was no longer a slave. His clothes to were torn and
dirtied, but were made of the finest cut and cloth.
Obi-Wan no longer resembled a Jedi. His clothes were black and
the aura around him was one of anger, not peace.
Obi-Wan looked up at the two lovers, the slave who had stolen
his master, and the queen who had stolen his heart.
The battle raged all around them, but they did not see it, nor
did they hear it.
Obi-Wan looked at the two and with his failing strength he
uttered the last words that would ever leave his mouth.
"I'm sorry. I was jealous." Extinguishing his lightsaber
Anakin fell to his knees, Padme following close after. She cradled
Obi-Wan's head in her lap. She gazed into his eyes and smiled, a
forgiving smile, filled with love that he would never receive.
Slowly, without his noticing Padme reached over Obi-Wan's
prone body. Her hand grasped the slim hilt of Anakin's lightsaber.
Leaning down Padme placed a light kiss on Obi-Wan's lips. Pulling back
she wept, not noticing Anakin's matching tears. She smiled once more.
And then she lit the lightsaber.
This ending isn't as good as I could have made it. The story
wasn't one of my better creations, but I've got a new idea and this
one will be great.
Mithral Fire
