"How did you know where to find me?"
"Our life-bond..."
"What…?"
"I heard you calling me, and so I came looking for you."
"Anakin…"
"He won't be bothering us anymore."
Silence.
"I thought he was…I thought he was meant to destroy the Sith—not become one of them."
"Yes. The prophecy does say that Anakin was the Chosen One."
"Then how…?"
"Padmé. There were two sides to that prophecy."
"You mean—"
"Yes. I was the Chosen One."
"What about Anakin?"
"He was secondary."
"I do not understand."
"Should the Chosen One fail to fulfill his duty of bringing balance to the Force, the second—the Pure One—is to immediately eliminate the threat."
"Obi-Wan—"
"I was the Pure One. The prophecy further explains that only the Pure One can fully bring balance. You see Padmé; when both Chosen and Pure are born, only time will tell which side each pledges their loyalty. In the end, only one will triumph." A heavy sigh. "Thus, I defeated Anakin. He will never harm us again."
Those words seemed to haunt a restless Padmé.
For days since arriving back on Naboo to continue her healing, she spent countless hours in the night roaming Theed Palace's empty halls. To walk around in eerie silence was a harsh reminder about a boy—trapped in a young man's body—who nearly took away her life and the one she loved.
She still owed Master Qui-Gon Jinn her life for stalling until Obi-Wan arrived to come to her rescue.
The apartment in which her life was threatened no longer belonged to her and Obi-Wan. Instead it was to be refurbished and sold to a new couple; perhaps even a willing family. Her place was here on Naboo…with her husband at her side. The Council granted a permanent Jedi bodyguard to be around her at all times. Similar requests soon poured in from nearly every Senator—giving Masters Mace and Yoda a run for their credits.
She was grateful to finally have Obi-Wan present whenever she needed him.
Padmé smiled, looking out one of the Palace's many large windows at Theed's lushful gardens. So long ago it seemed when she first met her future husband.
The Chosen One… She never would have guessed that two sides existed to such an important prophecy. It was rather curious the way the Chosen One was seen in a higher light than the Pure One. It was almost as if the Pure One was meant to fail, and the Chosen One would come up victorious.
Ironic, almost, that the roles reversed.
The Pure One became the Chosen One.
Obi-Wan Kenobi defeated Anakin Skywalker.
No uneasiness scarred Padmé Amidala-Kenobi. The empty halls of Theed Palace, the soft music of the night creatures…even the healed markings that a certain Padawan left behind…all knew that Anakin was dead.
And never coming back.
Padmé's smile slowly became a grin.
There was even more happy news that she thought about before turning away from the beautiful scenery to go join her husband in privacy—
—she was pregnant with their first child.
This time Obi-Wan will be here for everything.
FIN