A Love That Turned Evil
Chapter Twelve
Ironic Meeting
Padme sat sullenly in a chair beside the empty basinets in her home in Naboo. I need to get away from here, she realized. But where can I go?
Padme went upstairs to pack for wherever she was going. She wanted to go away from this house, away from the flowering fields where she and Anakin had passionately shared their love, away from the balcony where they were married and away from the rooms where she had realized that she was to finally bear her lover's children.
Lastly, Padme packed the amulet that Anakin had given her on the spaceship en route to Coruscant for his Jedi training. It will give you good fortune, Anakin had told her.
Some good fortune, she thought.
Suddenly she heard some kind of an explosion downstairs. She ran, her long dress trailing behind her.
Before her stood Darth Vader.
"Where are the children?" Her black-cloaked husband said.
"Anakin, how could you do this?"
"Where are they?" He raised her up by her neck in a death grip.
Padme found some anger inside her. She spit in Darth Vader's face and said, "You will never get my children."
Then Darth Vader killed his own wife.
Obi-Wan stood at attention in the ceremony. It was only he and Jar-Jar Binks there, but Obi-Wan knew that Aunt Veru, Uncle Owen, Bail Organa, Luke, and Leia were there in spirit.
So the room was actually very crowded.
Padme's body was going up in flames. She had been burned with the amulet that Anakin had carved for her.
When the ceremony was over, Padme's ashes began to scatter in the wind.
But no one saw that the amulet was left behind.
The amulet had not burned.