[Otay, let me just go ahead and say a few things about this chapter. Ever
read the Queen Amidala journal? Well, you should, it's great (although the
target audiance is probably for little kids, still). Anyways, there are
little things she mentions in there about her family. I'm going to use some
of those things here, but with a little twist (of course). In the journal,
she mentions little things, but doesn't share any specific memories ('cept
of Winama but that's different). So, I'm going to write some in there.
Also, her mother doesn't die in the journal. So, with all that in mind,
here's the conclusion to part two. Thanks again for the reviews and the
tolerance for the boring chapters.]
Her heart pounded almost painfully in her chest as her tears continued to fall. She hugged her knees to her chest and rocked herself back-and-forth like a frightened child. Her long, chocolate locks draped over her like a protective curtain. But she didn't feel safe. She felt fear, pain, agony. She felt as though her heart had been ripped out of her chest and broken. But, the continuous pounding reminded her it was still there and beating.
A hideously evil grin danced upon his lips. Perfection. Although he truly hated to hurt the young and beautiful queen, he simply saw no other way to achieve his goal. Obi-Wan certainly didn't deserve Amidala's affections, therefore Anakin had every intention of taking them for himself. When she had poured out her heart about her love for Obi-Wan, Anakin said the one thing that could completely disrupt her thoughts and feelings, "He killed my mother."
That simple comment affected her so deeply on so many levels. Shmi was a kind and caring woman. In their meeting, she had been a gracious host to the stranded bunch. Amidala had paid close attention to Shmi's soft yet distinct expressions. Shmi had looked upon Anakin with a constant expression of both undying love and sadness. It was an expression the young queen knew all too well, for her mother held that same look.
He had made himself seem lost in madness by rambling on-and-on about various memories of his mother. It seemed to have a strong impact upon the suddenly fragile queen. She had gasped with an expression of pure sickness upon her otherwise lovely face before leaving the room in a tearful display.
Memories. For so long, Amidala had closed off her heart to those memories. She was the daughter of a farmer and had spent her childhood in a peasant upbringing. She had never felt ashamed of it; in fact, she was proud, for she wasn't unaware of the needs of the real people of Naboo unlike so many former leaders. Her mother, despite the lack of beautiful adornments, was angelic to the young Amidala. Her gentle hands would braid Amidala's chocolate locks. Her kind eyes were always focused upon Amidala. Her soft yet distinct expression of both love and sadness was for Amidala. She knew her beautiful daughter was too bright and too wonderful to live a peasant's life. Despite her mother's insistence, Amidala never wanted to leave. Although every cell in her body was dedicated to Naboo, her heart was always dedicated to her mother.
He had told her of the horrific night when they murdered his mother. He didn't exactly enjoy telling her the details, but he knew they were necessary. The haunting gaze that began to dance in her eyes was all the reassurance he needed.
Her mother had been murdered. When the Trade Federation started moving people into camps, her mother had, of course, fought against them. She screamed for the people to fight back and support her daughter, but no one fought. There was too much fear in their hearts. She continued to fight, and the droids shot her for it. Amidala, however, didn't learn of her death until much later. After aiding Obi-Wan through his troubles, the grave news was brought before her. Dead. The woman who carried her, gave birth to her, raised her, sent her out into the world was dead. Murdered. Gone forever. Dead.
Revenge was supposed to taste sweet. After finishing the appetizer, Anakin was quite ready to move toward the main course of sweet-tasting dish. Revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge. Amidala would soon become mere clay in his hands to mold into a creature who loathed, not loved, Obi-Wan.
She continued to sob as she clutched a small amulet in her hands. Her father had found the sleek, blue stone in the midst of his field. Her mother had made the elaborately designed clasp for it. That simple amulet held all the love and protection from her beloved parents. She clutched it as if she thought it would bring her mother back.
"Your majesty," Anakin's still soft, yet deeper voice called.
She slowly lifted her head and pushed the soft strands of hair out of her face. She stared at him blankly.
"I... I didn't mean to upset you.." he stammered with fake, innocent concern.
"You didn't upset me, Annie," she replied softly, "It was just a little difficult to listen to. But, you didn't explain what Obi-Wan had to do with it. I'm not sure I understand..."
"Your majesty," he said gently as he stepped toward her, "You know that the republic doesn't exist upon my planet. There is only one person who would know of my mother and where she resided."
"That doesn't mean he did it. Obi-Wan isn't like that. He's gentle and kind and-" she murmered.
"The council confirmed our suspisions. It seems he's turned to the dark side." he said.
Fear started to dance in her eyes. How could he have turned? How could he have become so cold and evil? They had been seperated for a year, but could he have changed that much? It had appeared that his time spent on Alderaan had been a positive experience. How could this have occured?
Seeming to have sensed her puzzlement, Anakin added, "Those trained in the evil ways are very good at masking their emotions. He could've turned at any time, and you would've never suspected it. Just be glad he didn't try to harm you..."
"How can I be glad? I wish he had harmed me so I'd know he was truly evil. I only know him as kind, gentle, perfect... not as a cold and cruel monster. The Obi-Wan I know would never murder anyone!" she said as tears started to fall again.
"Exactly, the Obi-wan you know." he said as he gently placed a warm hand upon her face and softly wiped a few tears away, "But I know the true Obi- Wan, the monster he has become. He hurt you... me... Qui-Gon-"
"Qui-Gon deserved it; he deserved nothing but pain after what he did to Obi- Wan," she said, then sighed. She hated to sound so cruel, but a definate hatred rested in her heart for Qui-Gon. "I'm tired of all this deception. I don't understand why it has to be like this."
"Not everyone is so deceptive. I understand your pain. I was also deceived. I thought Qui-Gon really wanted to train me. I never knew he left Obi-Wan like that. He was so cruel. Then Obi-Wan, I didn't know he hated me so much. Maybe he just did it to spite Qui-Gon. But... that terrible man killed my mother." he said, still gently wiping away her tears, "I'm tired of the deception. I'm not like that, you know."
Her tearful gaze met his. Her eyes, glistening and innocent, stared into his as if expecting something to heal the wound that had be inflicted upon her weary, fragile heart.
"I still think you're an angel, you know. You deserve someone much better," he whispered as he softly brushed his lips against hers, "Someone like me."
[Dun Dun Dun! So, why are ya just sitting there staring in shock and disbelief? Review already! So.... do ya want me to write part three?]
Her heart pounded almost painfully in her chest as her tears continued to fall. She hugged her knees to her chest and rocked herself back-and-forth like a frightened child. Her long, chocolate locks draped over her like a protective curtain. But she didn't feel safe. She felt fear, pain, agony. She felt as though her heart had been ripped out of her chest and broken. But, the continuous pounding reminded her it was still there and beating.
A hideously evil grin danced upon his lips. Perfection. Although he truly hated to hurt the young and beautiful queen, he simply saw no other way to achieve his goal. Obi-Wan certainly didn't deserve Amidala's affections, therefore Anakin had every intention of taking them for himself. When she had poured out her heart about her love for Obi-Wan, Anakin said the one thing that could completely disrupt her thoughts and feelings, "He killed my mother."
That simple comment affected her so deeply on so many levels. Shmi was a kind and caring woman. In their meeting, she had been a gracious host to the stranded bunch. Amidala had paid close attention to Shmi's soft yet distinct expressions. Shmi had looked upon Anakin with a constant expression of both undying love and sadness. It was an expression the young queen knew all too well, for her mother held that same look.
He had made himself seem lost in madness by rambling on-and-on about various memories of his mother. It seemed to have a strong impact upon the suddenly fragile queen. She had gasped with an expression of pure sickness upon her otherwise lovely face before leaving the room in a tearful display.
Memories. For so long, Amidala had closed off her heart to those memories. She was the daughter of a farmer and had spent her childhood in a peasant upbringing. She had never felt ashamed of it; in fact, she was proud, for she wasn't unaware of the needs of the real people of Naboo unlike so many former leaders. Her mother, despite the lack of beautiful adornments, was angelic to the young Amidala. Her gentle hands would braid Amidala's chocolate locks. Her kind eyes were always focused upon Amidala. Her soft yet distinct expression of both love and sadness was for Amidala. She knew her beautiful daughter was too bright and too wonderful to live a peasant's life. Despite her mother's insistence, Amidala never wanted to leave. Although every cell in her body was dedicated to Naboo, her heart was always dedicated to her mother.
He had told her of the horrific night when they murdered his mother. He didn't exactly enjoy telling her the details, but he knew they were necessary. The haunting gaze that began to dance in her eyes was all the reassurance he needed.
Her mother had been murdered. When the Trade Federation started moving people into camps, her mother had, of course, fought against them. She screamed for the people to fight back and support her daughter, but no one fought. There was too much fear in their hearts. She continued to fight, and the droids shot her for it. Amidala, however, didn't learn of her death until much later. After aiding Obi-Wan through his troubles, the grave news was brought before her. Dead. The woman who carried her, gave birth to her, raised her, sent her out into the world was dead. Murdered. Gone forever. Dead.
Revenge was supposed to taste sweet. After finishing the appetizer, Anakin was quite ready to move toward the main course of sweet-tasting dish. Revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge. Amidala would soon become mere clay in his hands to mold into a creature who loathed, not loved, Obi-Wan.
She continued to sob as she clutched a small amulet in her hands. Her father had found the sleek, blue stone in the midst of his field. Her mother had made the elaborately designed clasp for it. That simple amulet held all the love and protection from her beloved parents. She clutched it as if she thought it would bring her mother back.
"Your majesty," Anakin's still soft, yet deeper voice called.
She slowly lifted her head and pushed the soft strands of hair out of her face. She stared at him blankly.
"I... I didn't mean to upset you.." he stammered with fake, innocent concern.
"You didn't upset me, Annie," she replied softly, "It was just a little difficult to listen to. But, you didn't explain what Obi-Wan had to do with it. I'm not sure I understand..."
"Your majesty," he said gently as he stepped toward her, "You know that the republic doesn't exist upon my planet. There is only one person who would know of my mother and where she resided."
"That doesn't mean he did it. Obi-Wan isn't like that. He's gentle and kind and-" she murmered.
"The council confirmed our suspisions. It seems he's turned to the dark side." he said.
Fear started to dance in her eyes. How could he have turned? How could he have become so cold and evil? They had been seperated for a year, but could he have changed that much? It had appeared that his time spent on Alderaan had been a positive experience. How could this have occured?
Seeming to have sensed her puzzlement, Anakin added, "Those trained in the evil ways are very good at masking their emotions. He could've turned at any time, and you would've never suspected it. Just be glad he didn't try to harm you..."
"How can I be glad? I wish he had harmed me so I'd know he was truly evil. I only know him as kind, gentle, perfect... not as a cold and cruel monster. The Obi-Wan I know would never murder anyone!" she said as tears started to fall again.
"Exactly, the Obi-wan you know." he said as he gently placed a warm hand upon her face and softly wiped a few tears away, "But I know the true Obi- Wan, the monster he has become. He hurt you... me... Qui-Gon-"
"Qui-Gon deserved it; he deserved nothing but pain after what he did to Obi- Wan," she said, then sighed. She hated to sound so cruel, but a definate hatred rested in her heart for Qui-Gon. "I'm tired of all this deception. I don't understand why it has to be like this."
"Not everyone is so deceptive. I understand your pain. I was also deceived. I thought Qui-Gon really wanted to train me. I never knew he left Obi-Wan like that. He was so cruel. Then Obi-Wan, I didn't know he hated me so much. Maybe he just did it to spite Qui-Gon. But... that terrible man killed my mother." he said, still gently wiping away her tears, "I'm tired of the deception. I'm not like that, you know."
Her tearful gaze met his. Her eyes, glistening and innocent, stared into his as if expecting something to heal the wound that had be inflicted upon her weary, fragile heart.
"I still think you're an angel, you know. You deserve someone much better," he whispered as he softly brushed his lips against hers, "Someone like me."
[Dun Dun Dun! So, why are ya just sitting there staring in shock and disbelief? Review already! So.... do ya want me to write part three?]
