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A dark cloud hung above everyone's head as news broke out that Darth Vader had succeeded in killing all the Jedi's at the temple.
And in a darkened room at the palace of Theed, there was a soft moaning to be heard.
A queen was reduced to a catatonic state of shock. Fear and pain rippled through her entire body each second.
Her handmaidens stood around her, all were worried, but could not do a thing. None of them were able to get through to her. She sat darkened corner of the room and whimpered whenever someone tried to touch her, or shed some light in the room.
The handmaidens agreed to leave her alone for a little while. They would wait. They could not do a thing for her.
They had all cried for their queen when news broke out that her husband had betrayed the Jedi.
They had all felt her pain, her heartache. But now, there was something worse.
Something, they feared they could not protect her from.
Amidala looked on ahead, and her eyes seemed empty of life. As if she wasn't there.
In all reality she wasn't. She was elsewhere, giving someone some of her strength. Giving him enough strength to be able to come home.
She heard silence and saw nothing beyond the wall that stood in front of her view. She felt nothing.
She was drowned in a pool of her own pains and fears. If it were any other time, she would have laughed. He had always been warning her about fear and pain. And she had always replied that she was not a Jedi.
But now there was no laughter. And the handmaidens feared that if he didn't come soon there would never be again.
All the queen felt was pain. And it racked her body, until there were bruises showing.
She could not close the bond that they shared. Nor did she want to. As long as there was pain, it meant that he was still there.
"Where is she?" a soft voice asked.
Amidala was confused. She felt herself floating away from the emptiness, and towards life. She wanted to recoil back, she had felt him fading. She couldn't face a day without him. But she was emerging from the shell, and once more she could hear, and see.
The dark helped her eyes, for she had become unaccustomed to light.
And there he was. Her reason for living. Obi Wan Kenobi. He stood with blood covering his entire body; his hair was matted to his face by sweat and blood.
Tears fell from her eyes, and no words were needed. She sprung to her feet, and wrapped him in an embrace. Sobs escaped her body as she fought against tears.
"I thought I'd lost you." She whispered against his robe. The smell of blood mixed with his spicy sent her head reeling. But she looked at him, and as he painfully smiled, she was thankful.
She could breathe again.
A dark cloud hung above everyone's head as news broke out that Darth Vader had succeeded in killing all the Jedi's at the temple.
And in a darkened room at the palace of Theed, there was a soft moaning to be heard.
A queen was reduced to a catatonic state of shock. Fear and pain rippled through her entire body each second.
Her handmaidens stood around her, all were worried, but could not do a thing. None of them were able to get through to her. She sat darkened corner of the room and whimpered whenever someone tried to touch her, or shed some light in the room.
The handmaidens agreed to leave her alone for a little while. They would wait. They could not do a thing for her.
They had all cried for their queen when news broke out that her husband had betrayed the Jedi.
They had all felt her pain, her heartache. But now, there was something worse.
Something, they feared they could not protect her from.
Amidala looked on ahead, and her eyes seemed empty of life. As if she wasn't there.
In all reality she wasn't. She was elsewhere, giving someone some of her strength. Giving him enough strength to be able to come home.
She heard silence and saw nothing beyond the wall that stood in front of her view. She felt nothing.
She was drowned in a pool of her own pains and fears. If it were any other time, she would have laughed. He had always been warning her about fear and pain. And she had always replied that she was not a Jedi.
But now there was no laughter. And the handmaidens feared that if he didn't come soon there would never be again.
All the queen felt was pain. And it racked her body, until there were bruises showing.
She could not close the bond that they shared. Nor did she want to. As long as there was pain, it meant that he was still there.
"Where is she?" a soft voice asked.
Amidala was confused. She felt herself floating away from the emptiness, and towards life. She wanted to recoil back, she had felt him fading. She couldn't face a day without him. But she was emerging from the shell, and once more she could hear, and see.
The dark helped her eyes, for she had become unaccustomed to light.
And there he was. Her reason for living. Obi Wan Kenobi. He stood with blood covering his entire body; his hair was matted to his face by sweat and blood.
Tears fell from her eyes, and no words were needed. She sprung to her feet, and wrapped him in an embrace. Sobs escaped her body as she fought against tears.
"I thought I'd lost you." She whispered against his robe. The smell of blood mixed with his spicy sent her head reeling. But she looked at him, and as he painfully smiled, she was thankful.
She could breathe again.