author's note: The charcters and related termsrepresented in this fic belong to George Lucas and all prospective companies. The song used here, Fields of Gold, was written and belongs to Sting. Now, with that said, I hope you enjoy my fic!
Fields of Gold, by Wren Skywalker
you'll remember me when the west wind moves
upon the fields of barley
you'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
as we walk the fields of gold
The sun was gone. The meadow, though once beautiful, was gone, too. The land was barren and cold, grey and dark. Where there was once soft green grass lay jagged shards of rock. Gone were the grazing animals and bright blue sky, and the waterfalls were all dried up.
So much had changed. The galaxy was under new rule, and Naboo had been one of the first planets to be attacked. So many lives were lost, so many families torn apart. And Senator Padme Amidala was no exception. Her parents and sister had been killed, and her husband was as good as dead; he was the hand responsible for painting the black, daunting picture the Republic had become.
She stood on one of the larger rocks and gazed out at the fields of stone, a gentle breeze rustling her hair. She was swept back to a time when she brought Anakin to these very fields, and the breeze was blowing softly...
so she took her love
for to gaze awhile
upon the fields of barley
It was a quiet, peaceful day, and Padme felt so free, so unburdened. She felt like a little girl again, and she let herself go when she was with Anakin. They played like children, rolling down a steep hill in each other's arms. As Padme lay on the sun-kissed grass next to Anakin, after their tumble, she knew there was no other place she'd rather be.
in his arms she fell as her hair came down
among the fields of gold
will you stay with me, will you be my love
That moment with Anakin was when she realized, she knew, she was in love with him. And she wanted to stay with him, in the meadow, away from the rest of the galaxy, the senate, the Jedi, everything that was not him and her and love...
among the fields of barley
we'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
as we lie in the fields of gold
Not but days after they lay beside each other in the garden meadow, almost as lovers, were they married. It was the happiest day of Padme's life; she promised him her love, and he promised to take her back to their green meadow and lay as they were now, as lovers.
But then the wind began to blow, softly at first, and away went Anakin, leaving everything he'd ever known, to find a world he didn't really want. And soon after he left, so did their meadow: everything changed. Padme knew they would never again lay beside each other on the soft grass, as he had once promised.
see the west wind move like a lover so
upon the fields of barley
feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
among the fields of gold
Padme stood in the meadow of rocks, reflecting on days that had passed so many suns and moons ago. She couldn't help wondering why, after all the promises Anakin had ever made, he broke the most important one: that of everlasting love.
I never made promises lightly
and there have been some that I've broken
but I swear in the days still left
we'll walk in fields of gold
we'll walk in fields of gold
Anakin did manage to give her one thing before he left: children. As her son and daughter stepped carefully over the shards of stone to stand by her, she closed her eyes and pictured for the hundredth, thousandth, millionth time what things would have been like if Anakin were still there, still with her, still Anakin. She pictured how happy they would all be, and how beautiful their meadow would look...
many years have passed since those summer days
among the fields of barley
see the children run as the sun goes down
among the fields of gold
you'll remember me when the west wind moves
upon the fields of barley...
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