Far Beyond The Stars
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Note to those who care deeply about fan canon: Yes, I know. I deviated in some bits of the story (i.e. the bit about Padme's handmaidens) from what we know about the Star Wars universe from books etc. etc. Please forgive me if you don't like that. Other than that, I have only two things to say - no flames, and no whining if you're an Anakin/Amidala fan. Sorry, I like that pairing better too, but this story is an Obidala (well, sort of) and I'm not changing that.
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My soul, there is a country
Far beyond the stars
Where stands a winged sentry
All skilful in the wars:
There, above noise and danger,
Sweet peace sits crowned with smiles,
And One born in a manger
Commands the beauteous files.
He is thy gracious friend,
And (O my soul, awake!)
Did in pure love descend
To die here for thy sake.
If thou canst get but thither,
There grows the flower of peace,
The rose that cannot wither,
Thy fortress, and thy ease.
Leave then thy foolish ranges;
For none can thee secure
But One, who never changes,
Thy God, thy life, thy cure.*
Padme smiled at the ancient words.
The words of the holy man who was marrying her. Her face was blush,
as was Anakin's. Even without touching him, she could feel him, his
mind, his presence, the tempestuous soul of her love. Her husband.
They moved together, and an electric current met as they kissed.
Threepio and Artoo said something. She didn't hear. Her heart
beat in her ears as the holy man nodded, and moved away, vanishing.
It was a dream brought to life, something
that should never have happened but did. Anakin's strong arms lifted
Padme up, carried her into the bedroom.
The door closed.
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*Henry Vaughan, Peace, c. 1650