By: Kathi Skywalker
(Created in an art lesson 2002-04-15)
Disclaimers: The characters, settings belong to George Lucas.
**Prolog**
Lord Darth Vader starred out into space. The Empire ruled over millions of planets. And soon he would rule over this planets and their natives, but still his heard longed for something more than power and then he felt his pain again. This old pain, which cut through his heard like a knife and his mind came back to her: his Padmé.
Where are you, my angel? His mind screamed and his thoughts reached out, starting to search for her present through the force. But there was only silence over their once shared bond.
Was she dead?
He never really stopped loving her, but on the other hand he'd never searched for her within all those only years, after she left him.
No! He was a dark Lord of Sith! He was the master of pain, not one of the foolish, who broke under it's burden. But still sometimes it hits him with a still inhuman force. Sometime, like this time…
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"Anakin!" Padmé screamed and woke up next to her husband. Bail reached over to her and griped her shaking hand.
"It's over. You're safe, Padmé. It was only a bad dream."
Padmé felt her heard slow down again. Only a dream. A dream… so real. "He's searching for me."
Bail shook his head. "No darling, it was only a dream. No one is searching for you." Padmé sat up and slung her arms tightly around her knees.
"Oh Bail, you will never forgive me."
"I would always forgive you, my love. Nothing is stronger than the love I feel for you. And nothing ever will." Padmé Amidala Organa, former Queen and Senator of Naboo, looked into his dark eyes and knew that he meant it, which made the whole case not easier but more painful. Who could she possible tell him?
A/N: Ok, ok it's short. Sorry, but I'm not sure whether continue this or not, still I hope your liked it ;-)