The Glass Illusion
Takes place during "Attack of the clones", a Anakin and Padme fanfiction of course, and concentrates more about their thoughts. Thoughts that they'll never forget. For example what they thought when they saw each other. I wrote this story because I thought that the book and movie didn't explain so much why Padme and Anakin fell in love. This story is therefore more about their feelings and what they think of each other and the persons that surround them
Chapter 2
She stood there, greeting my master, not noticing me. Maybe she had forgotten about me, forgotten that I had once saved her planet and that I had become Obi Wan's padawan.
I breathed in her beauty, avoiding the feeling of disappointment. So many years had gone by, but in her presence I felt once again like the same insecure nine year old boy I had been a long time ago.
"What is this kind of woman?" I asked myself while observing her every moves and gestures.
My speculations of her when I was nine years old were indeed right. She was a heavinlic creature, with a pure graceful personality which illuminated brightly; a substitute of an adorn for what was needed to believe that she was not a human being like I. Even in my child eyes I had noticed the unique individual that was inside that beautiful shelter.
Her eyes were smiling, as her lips curled into a sweet politely smile, still not seeing to me, still not turning her attention to me. An anger deep inside of me began to heat up and rise, and I was barely able to behold my discipline and formality that a Jedi Padawan was taught to have.
I swallowed hard, praying that my master hadn't felt the disturbance; the wave of unbalance in me through the force. I was a Jedi and I Jedi must have control.
As I suffocated and minimised the feeling of hatred inside of me into a hard and small ball, which I buried deep inside of me, I saw at last her eyes glance from Master Kenobi to me, eyes filled with...curiosity? Didn't she recognise me?
My master finally saw her wandering gaze, and smiled, taking a small step at the side. His brown shoulder length hair, with streaks of grey hair, matched the light blue eyes, which glistered misheviously. His face not giving any hint of embarrassment from his side as his nervous Padawan learner took a step forward, with a slight blush covering his cheeks.
My heart throbbed fast against my chest, and my mouth did indeed not want to cooperate, as my eyes darted on her face, meeting her tender gaze of indeed curiosity and...appreciation?
I bent my head slightly to avoid her eyes, that made me loose any kind of control, that almost obligated me to rush to her and make her understand that it was me, Anakin Skywalker. The boy who she met in possible one of the darkest periods of her life. The boy who "saw" her, Padme, through the mask of security. The boy who felt the warmest and most tenderness feeling for her, even though he indeed did not understand the meaning of that feeling towards someone like her, though he was just a boy. A boy...who had now grown up.
"Ani!?", she said in voice of astonishing, bringing me back to reality and making me almost forget that that was my name. I took a step forward, forcing my feet to move.
I raised my head, also that taking her by surprise, since when seeing my face more clearly now she didn't need my confirmation that I was indeed Anakin Skywalker. A tingling feeling developed my being, my soul when seeing a hint of recognition in her face. I smiled, a smile which I felt came directly from my heart. A smile which I now knew could only be brought by her.
"My Goodness You've grown", she continued, her voice unmasking the truth that she still couldn't believe that It was I who was Ani, Anakin Skywalker. Somehow that gave me a feeling of control, of being superior.
"So have you", I began, but before I knew it my eyes met hers and words floated out from my mouth before I could prevent them"...more beautiful I mean", the damage was already done as I received a disapproving look from my master, which made it even worse as my cheeks flushed red even more, putting me in an embarrassing situation. I quickly had to think of a solution.
"...and shorter...for a senator I mean", I mumbled, though it was meant to be a yoke I quickly remembered who I really was; a padawan learner studying to become a Jedi Knight. Which of course made it improper to actually behave like that, specially towards a Senator of high sociality and standard as the senator from Naboo, Padme Amidala.
The situation become tense in quick second, but when a beautiful light hearted laugh tingled in the majestic apartment from the smiling senator, everything came back to normal. I sensed that everyone, including Master Kenobi, relaxed. The fear of that Padme Amidala wouldn't approve that kind of yoke towards her vanished, and even I smiled back. But that didn't last much.
"Oh Ani", she said, repeating my forgotten nickname for the second time. A name which I now found difficult to be associated with"...You'll always be that little boy from Tatooine"
I bent my head quickly, taking a step back. Deaf of what Obi Wan said to her, deaf of the steps they were taking towards the purple sofas, a typical colour in Couruscant. I could only hear my heart beat of anger, embarrassment and...sadness.
All my expectations of how she would react when she saw me again, after ten years, were gone, dismissed with those words. All those dreams, of how she would smile, what she would say...and how she would look at me...were vanished. All I could feel was...nothing, nothing anymore. I was back at my role as the learning padawan, Obi Wan's young apprentice, a faint memory of the child who had been a slave, the child who had saved her planet, the child...who never had forgotten about her, who never had forgotten her name.
But that child was gone...I was his replace, Anakin Skywalker. And I was not a slave...I was Jedi.
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Please review everyone who reads this story...it doesn't take much time...tell me if you liked it....or not....
Takes place during "Attack of the clones", a Anakin and Padme fanfiction of course, and concentrates more about their thoughts. Thoughts that they'll never forget. For example what they thought when they saw each other. I wrote this story because I thought that the book and movie didn't explain so much why Padme and Anakin fell in love. This story is therefore more about their feelings and what they think of each other and the persons that surround them
Chapter 2
She stood there, greeting my master, not noticing me. Maybe she had forgotten about me, forgotten that I had once saved her planet and that I had become Obi Wan's padawan.
I breathed in her beauty, avoiding the feeling of disappointment. So many years had gone by, but in her presence I felt once again like the same insecure nine year old boy I had been a long time ago.
"What is this kind of woman?" I asked myself while observing her every moves and gestures.
My speculations of her when I was nine years old were indeed right. She was a heavinlic creature, with a pure graceful personality which illuminated brightly; a substitute of an adorn for what was needed to believe that she was not a human being like I. Even in my child eyes I had noticed the unique individual that was inside that beautiful shelter.
Her eyes were smiling, as her lips curled into a sweet politely smile, still not seeing to me, still not turning her attention to me. An anger deep inside of me began to heat up and rise, and I was barely able to behold my discipline and formality that a Jedi Padawan was taught to have.
I swallowed hard, praying that my master hadn't felt the disturbance; the wave of unbalance in me through the force. I was a Jedi and I Jedi must have control.
As I suffocated and minimised the feeling of hatred inside of me into a hard and small ball, which I buried deep inside of me, I saw at last her eyes glance from Master Kenobi to me, eyes filled with...curiosity? Didn't she recognise me?
My master finally saw her wandering gaze, and smiled, taking a small step at the side. His brown shoulder length hair, with streaks of grey hair, matched the light blue eyes, which glistered misheviously. His face not giving any hint of embarrassment from his side as his nervous Padawan learner took a step forward, with a slight blush covering his cheeks.
My heart throbbed fast against my chest, and my mouth did indeed not want to cooperate, as my eyes darted on her face, meeting her tender gaze of indeed curiosity and...appreciation?
I bent my head slightly to avoid her eyes, that made me loose any kind of control, that almost obligated me to rush to her and make her understand that it was me, Anakin Skywalker. The boy who she met in possible one of the darkest periods of her life. The boy who "saw" her, Padme, through the mask of security. The boy who felt the warmest and most tenderness feeling for her, even though he indeed did not understand the meaning of that feeling towards someone like her, though he was just a boy. A boy...who had now grown up.
"Ani!?", she said in voice of astonishing, bringing me back to reality and making me almost forget that that was my name. I took a step forward, forcing my feet to move.
I raised my head, also that taking her by surprise, since when seeing my face more clearly now she didn't need my confirmation that I was indeed Anakin Skywalker. A tingling feeling developed my being, my soul when seeing a hint of recognition in her face. I smiled, a smile which I felt came directly from my heart. A smile which I now knew could only be brought by her.
"My Goodness You've grown", she continued, her voice unmasking the truth that she still couldn't believe that It was I who was Ani, Anakin Skywalker. Somehow that gave me a feeling of control, of being superior.
"So have you", I began, but before I knew it my eyes met hers and words floated out from my mouth before I could prevent them"...more beautiful I mean", the damage was already done as I received a disapproving look from my master, which made it even worse as my cheeks flushed red even more, putting me in an embarrassing situation. I quickly had to think of a solution.
"...and shorter...for a senator I mean", I mumbled, though it was meant to be a yoke I quickly remembered who I really was; a padawan learner studying to become a Jedi Knight. Which of course made it improper to actually behave like that, specially towards a Senator of high sociality and standard as the senator from Naboo, Padme Amidala.
The situation become tense in quick second, but when a beautiful light hearted laugh tingled in the majestic apartment from the smiling senator, everything came back to normal. I sensed that everyone, including Master Kenobi, relaxed. The fear of that Padme Amidala wouldn't approve that kind of yoke towards her vanished, and even I smiled back. But that didn't last much.
"Oh Ani", she said, repeating my forgotten nickname for the second time. A name which I now found difficult to be associated with"...You'll always be that little boy from Tatooine"
I bent my head quickly, taking a step back. Deaf of what Obi Wan said to her, deaf of the steps they were taking towards the purple sofas, a typical colour in Couruscant. I could only hear my heart beat of anger, embarrassment and...sadness.
All my expectations of how she would react when she saw me again, after ten years, were gone, dismissed with those words. All those dreams, of how she would smile, what she would say...and how she would look at me...were vanished. All I could feel was...nothing, nothing anymore. I was back at my role as the learning padawan, Obi Wan's young apprentice, a faint memory of the child who had been a slave, the child who had saved her planet, the child...who never had forgotten about her, who never had forgotten her name.
But that child was gone...I was his replace, Anakin Skywalker. And I was not a slave...I was Jedi.
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Please review everyone who reads this story...it doesn't take much time...tell me if you liked it....or not....