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"I made this for you...I carved it from a piece of japor snippet. It will bring you good fortune."
The crowd lining the streets in the capital city of Naboo was vast and silent as the funeral procession slowly made its way down the street. The grief of the people was palpable as they watched, some with tears streaming down their faces, as the open casket holding the body of the former queen who had been so loved, so revered, so radiant-was slowly marched past them.
The group of people behind the casket was a group of distinguished senators, dignitaries, and the family of the beloved queen. So many had come to mourn the death of such a venerated and astute woman. But few knew of the tragedy behind her death. Only one in the crowd knew of her secret life, and the secrets that she had given birth to.
And her cold and lifeless hands clutched a necklace, the japor snippet given to her by the young boy who had captured her heart. The pendant that represented the man that she fell in love with, and the man whose children she had given life to. This small piece of japor represented everything that she had loved in her life, and everything that she had lost.
This was the funeral of Padme Amidala. This was the death of a woman admired and revered by so many. This was the woman whose whole being had been crushed into oblivion on a Hellish planet, where two friends had battled, one with rage and the other with sorrow, and where one of them had fallen into the eternal suffering of the dark side of the Force. On that fiery planet, the passion between two lovers had died out, and two brothers' friendship fell to the betrayal of one.
The sorrow in the air hung heavy with more than the death of this woman, but with the death of all that she had fought her whole life to protect. The crowd lining the streets of Theed cried out in sorrow for the death of their former queen and senator, and they cried for the end of the Jedi, the order whose members had saved their planet from invasion so many years ago. But most of all, they cried at the death of democracy, the death of a Republic that had held all of their hopes and dreams.
Padme Amidala had spent her life committed to that Republic, and while the battles had raged overhead in the galaxy, another battle had been fought within her heart, one much deeper and more personal than any politics. She had loved, and she had been loved.
Silently, discreetly, a new figure joined the queue following behind the casket where she lay. This figure wore a humble brown robe made of modest material that flowed to the ground. The silent figure had raised the hood to conceal his identity, but a neatly trimmed beard flecked with gray was still visible, and so was the frown etched with a profound sadness that lay beneath it.
This one lone person, an insignificant number in a galaxy of trillions, was the only person in the vast crowd who had known. He was the sole human being who had seen the destruction up close, who had been with Padme when she had died. He was the only one of three who knew of the twins.
Underneath the flowing brown cloak that the figure wore, were tunics scorched and burned. Clipped to his belt were two lightsabers; one, his own, used for honor and peace. The other once belonging to a man who had been fiercely loyal and kind, a powerful Jedi, a best friend, brother, husband, and father.
This solitary figure, the lone individual who had witnessed all of the pain, was a once well-known Jedi Master, General in the Clone Wars, and Galactic Hero.
He walked wordlessly with the crowd. He felt the weight of the two lightsabers underneath his long robe. Trying not to think of the planet of fire, trying not to think of the pain and the betrayal, trying not to think of the two children who had been given birth by this woman, he continued to walk in silence. He knew it was a danger to be here, the Jedi had become overnight the sole enemies of the new Galactic Empire.
In only a matter of time, he would be delivering the baby boy to Tatooine, to the planet where his father had once been enslaved-to the planet where everything had begun. It was the Jedi Master's only request that he attend this funeral. The funeral of the woman that Anakin had loved, the funeral of the woman who had mothered the children who were now the only hope.
Every step that he walked hurt his heart. Every breath that he took was filled with the air of tragedy. His body was numb. Though he could not feel the burns from the lightsabers and the flying fire of the blazing planet, he knew that they were there.
The clanging bells of mourning crashed and resonated throughout the street, giving voice to the grieving crowd. The war that had begun over a decade before on Naboo had become a stark reality with the death of Padme Amidala.
The procession ended at the cemetery, one by one, her closest friends and family stepped to her and said their final goodbye. The Jedi Master found himself standing over her. The wife of Anakin-the wife of the unruly Padawan who had somehow managed to work his way deep into his heart. The wife of the man who had been a brother and a best friend.
Standing over her, he made a silent promise to Padme that he would protect her child. He had no more tears left to cry, all that was there was a burning in his eyes as he gazed over her lifeless body. "There is no death; there is the Force," he whispered. With a wave of his hand, he summoned the chain with the japor snippet into his hand.
Looking back only once, he watched the casket lowered into the ground, and the Jedi slowly turned away, and he disappeared into the darkness.
A short time later, the Jedi Master arrived on the desert planet with two suns. The very planet where Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn had once found the young Anakin Skywalker, all those years ago.
Upon his mount, the Jedi delivered a small infant, wrapped snuggly in blankets, to the home of Owen and Beru Lars. Gazing out at the blazing suns, the young couple cradled their nephew while he watched with a pang of unfathomable grief in his heart.
The wise, compassionate, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi held the japor snippet of Padme Amidala in one hand, and the lightsaber of Anakin Skywalker in the other. He closed his hands tightly around each, and he set off into the light of the rising suns.
A/N Ok, so, I hope that this was good. I'm not sure if I will make another chapter, but I still might. Anyway, thanks for reading!
Quick Update: I did end up writing another chapter, hope you like it!