I'm back *readers sigh* and I have yet another experimental story for you! I've never done a story like this one before, so please don't right flames. 'Constructive critisism' not mean remarks that make me want to stop writing forever!
Padme sat up abruptly, awakened by her dreams. She breathed heavily and clutched her swollen stomach. Her children, it seemed, could feel her terror and were kicking fiercely. She shakily stood up and pulled on a robe over her nightgown. She then made her way to the kitchen to get herself something cold to drink. She had just stepped into the high ceilinged mainroom when she heard the sound of soft breathing. She froze. She whirled around when she heard somthing tap on the glass of the lone window of the abode.
Only to let out a sigh of relief. Up high on the windowsill was Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi. Kenobi must have fallen asleep while keeping guard. The tapping on the window had only been the Jedi's lightsaber hitting the glass as he moved. Padme smiled sadly. For four months Obi-Wan had watched out for her up there, almost never coming down. He was constantly on the lookout for anyone who might threaten her safety, be it thieves, stormtroopers, or her former husband, Anakin, now known as Darth Vader.
Anakin had betrayed them both and turned to the dark side. Now the Jedi feared that, if discovered, the Skywalker twins may be in danger. They feared that Vader would either take the children and corrupt them with darkness, or that Palpatine would have them killed. Padme feared either possibilty equaly.
She and Obi-Wan had fled to the mountanous Rim world of Dyego to hide from the Sith's evil. Their hideout was actually a hidden home, carved deep into a mountain cave. It had only one window to the outside world, which Obi-Wan was sitting in at the moment. Obi-Wan was forever on the watch for danger, as though his Jedi sense weren't enough.
He had told Padme that he wasn't sure if he could trust his skills again. After all, it was those skills that failed Anakin and caused him to turn to the dark side. She had tried to tell him that that wasn't true, but he stopped listening. The loss of his Padawan had been a heavy blow to the young Jedi, but to have the Padawan return as a Sith was far too much. Obi-Wan blamed himself for Anakin's fall, and was convinced that there was something he could have done to prevent it. Often she would see him touch the scar on his forearm, the scar that Anakin's saber had delt in the battle that ended his life, and began Vader's. She knew then that he was reliving that moment, and would become very distant, but then again he was always distant.
Padme watched him doze for a moment. He looked so peaceful and young. He was, actually, not very old. He was only thirty-seven. But the weight of what was happening seemed to fall on his shoulders, giving him a worn, tired look. At times, she would catch him smiling, caught up in a memory, and it would take off at least ten years.
She smiled again and decided to let him sleep. He had refused to go to sleep for four days straight, so she knew that he needed the rest. But what bothered her was that he was sleeping twelve feet high, above a stone floor. She shook her head and continued to the kitchen. Obi-Wan could take care of himself.
Padme sat up abruptly, awakened by her dreams. She breathed heavily and clutched her swollen stomach. Her children, it seemed, could feel her terror and were kicking fiercely. She shakily stood up and pulled on a robe over her nightgown. She then made her way to the kitchen to get herself something cold to drink. She had just stepped into the high ceilinged mainroom when she heard the sound of soft breathing. She froze. She whirled around when she heard somthing tap on the glass of the lone window of the abode.
Only to let out a sigh of relief. Up high on the windowsill was Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi. Kenobi must have fallen asleep while keeping guard. The tapping on the window had only been the Jedi's lightsaber hitting the glass as he moved. Padme smiled sadly. For four months Obi-Wan had watched out for her up there, almost never coming down. He was constantly on the lookout for anyone who might threaten her safety, be it thieves, stormtroopers, or her former husband, Anakin, now known as Darth Vader.
Anakin had betrayed them both and turned to the dark side. Now the Jedi feared that, if discovered, the Skywalker twins may be in danger. They feared that Vader would either take the children and corrupt them with darkness, or that Palpatine would have them killed. Padme feared either possibilty equaly.
She and Obi-Wan had fled to the mountanous Rim world of Dyego to hide from the Sith's evil. Their hideout was actually a hidden home, carved deep into a mountain cave. It had only one window to the outside world, which Obi-Wan was sitting in at the moment. Obi-Wan was forever on the watch for danger, as though his Jedi sense weren't enough.
He had told Padme that he wasn't sure if he could trust his skills again. After all, it was those skills that failed Anakin and caused him to turn to the dark side. She had tried to tell him that that wasn't true, but he stopped listening. The loss of his Padawan had been a heavy blow to the young Jedi, but to have the Padawan return as a Sith was far too much. Obi-Wan blamed himself for Anakin's fall, and was convinced that there was something he could have done to prevent it. Often she would see him touch the scar on his forearm, the scar that Anakin's saber had delt in the battle that ended his life, and began Vader's. She knew then that he was reliving that moment, and would become very distant, but then again he was always distant.
Padme watched him doze for a moment. He looked so peaceful and young. He was, actually, not very old. He was only thirty-seven. But the weight of what was happening seemed to fall on his shoulders, giving him a worn, tired look. At times, she would catch him smiling, caught up in a memory, and it would take off at least ten years.
She smiled again and decided to let him sleep. He had refused to go to sleep for four days straight, so she knew that he needed the rest. But what bothered her was that he was sleeping twelve feet high, above a stone floor. She shook her head and continued to the kitchen. Obi-Wan could take care of himself.