A Story of A Lady Chapter 14: The Death of A Lady, a star wars fanfic

At last... It's complete! Finally, the story of Padme Amidala as told by... me is finished. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. If you have any comment, please send the review. I really need it.

I opened the last chapter with another flashback. Actually, all I wanted to do is to show the irony and I hope you will see the correlation.

Thanks for caring...

The Death of A Lady

It was evening. The sun had already started to set. Its light fell and coloured the tall buildings red. It was a usual evening and the usual sun. But one woman stared at it like she had never seen it before.

It was the day she just got back from her refuge. The Clone Wars had surely begun. And it was the time for her to face her people after parting for such a long time.

It was the day of her wedding.

She was crossing her hands behind her back. An engagement ring was seen encircling her right ring finger. She stroked the irregular engraving of it, feeling its smoothness, pulled it out carefully, and replaced it into her left finger secretly.

A man was seen standing beside her. Apparently, she did intend to see him that evening.

"I just came by to say thank you for all the troubles you've taken," started Padme.

"It's been my duty to serve and protect you, Your Highness," Obi Wan replied.

She reacted none at first, but a strange chuckle came out of her out of nowhere. She noticed the frowns resulted on the Jedi's forehead and kindly gratified an explanation.

"I just remembered the old times. The day you saved me from the droid at Naboo."

Silence possessed them once more. None of them moved until Padme walked, passing him, to the way out. She was still near when she turned around and stretched out her right hand, wishing to shake his hand. This was why she had taken out her ring in the first place, to hide the reality from this man.

"Goodbye, Obi Wan."

The person she addressed didn't do the same. He stayed his hand beside his thigh and merely stared at the queen with knitted eyebrows.

"You look different," said he, as a replacement of his goodbye.

She pulled back her hand. Her eyes became wider and her lips opened to form a sincere smile. "Different how?"

Obi Wan scrutinised her once more before answering, "You look happy."

The look in her eyes somehow changed from joy into something else, Proud. She was still smiling when she finally answered, "I am."

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He stood at the same spot where Naboo Cruiser had once landed at the hill. That was 6 years ago. This ship he saw now disembarked, however, was different. It was bigger and, as Obi Wan thought, was perfectly suited for the Queen of Alderaan. The ship was surely a magnificent view, but it was the owner he wished to see.

The door opened automatically and he took the liberty to step inside. A little girl was playing with her tiny robot on the floor. When he approached her, he saw that the robot had actually parted from its head, which was lying next to his toe. He picked it up and approached the girl.

"May I?" asked he, as he took the remaining part of the robot.

It wasn't long before the robot had gotten back its head. The little girl smiled cheerfully and with her childish voice, said, "Thank you."

Obi Wan smiled back and said to her, "Don't be. I have a feeling it won't be the last time you'll be needing my help."

Another door behind the little girl opened and it revealed Organa. He helped the girl get up and whispered to her, "Your mother wants to see you," and bid her to enter the room.

When Obi Wan was finally facing Organa, he saw his tired complexion. His eyes were swollen with tears.

He smiled politely at him and began, "It's been a long time."

But Organa seemed to not hear his greet for he had suddenly cried angrily, "She's dying!

"Of broken heart!"

Organa cried at Obi Wan, as if he was the man who broke his heart. He knew, Obi Wan wasn't that man, but he could only cry at him. Obi Wan didn't say anything and both of them grew silent. Minutes had probably passed before the door opened once again. This time it revealed the little girl, wiping her eyes and cheeks over and over again. Organa took her away and Obi Wan knew it was his turn.

He stepped in to the room behind the door. The person he had been wishing to see was sitting before a mirror. As the door closed behind him, the woman turned around to meet him.

"Hello, Ben," greeted Padme.

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He led her through the sandy hills she once glided before. He was very careful with her. She had changed. She wasn't the one he had known before. Her brown hair, which used to be decorated with beautiful curls, now dropped with untidy circles. She was much younger than he was, but wrinkles spoiled her face in the way they never did to his.

"Bail tormented you again?" she said, opening the conversation. "You shouldn't take him seriously."

He looked at her disapprovingly. "He loves you very much."

When she merely hummed, he continued, "And your daughter does, too. It must be upsetting for them, because you won't let them come with you."

Letting out a grim sneer, she said, "I don't want them who love me to see me die."

He gave her a stare at her words. His expression was impalpable when he replied, "And you don't want them you love to see you die, either."

She turned her head to face him, but he had averted and looked another way.

They reached the same place where she last saw her baby boy. Obi Wan found a big rock where they could sit on and led her to it before seated himself beside her. At the same time, the door of the house they were viewing opened. A little boy ran wildly from it to a couple of other little boys waiting for him outside.

"There he is!" exclaimed Obi Wan, somehow, joyfully.

"Dear God!" was the first sentence came out of her mouth after seeing the child she hadn't seen for 6 years.

"I can't believe it,

"He looks so much like his father!"

Obi Wan jumped a little on hearing the exclamation, but commented none, while Padme kept following her son's every move; as if it hurt her to blink and miss the view of him even for a nanosecond.

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My boy… Her thoughts dwelled on him and only him. His only boy.

She saw the rays of the twin suns fell on his golden hair. The suns… There were two of them. They were like… Eyes. His eyes. His blue eyes.

She stared at the suns longingly and it wasn't long when she found herself smiling at them. Smiling forgivingly. She could only hope, at the other side of this galaxy, someone was smiling back at her.

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Obi Wan never noticed how her looks averted. Moments had flown when he, assuming that she felt tired of watching her son, allowed her head to fall on his shoulder, whilst revealing his admiration for the boy,

"At this hour, he usually goes out to play with his friends. You should've seen them yesterday, Padme. They were playing with sticks. And the way he swings his… Oh, Padme, I saw a true Jedi. He will be a great Jedi, Padme, I'm telling you. I feel it. I felt it also when I saw Leia just now. We're not hopeless, Padme. They are our hopes."

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And he talked, talked, and talked. Padme wasn't sure when, but suddenly his words were not sounded in her ears anymore. Still placing her head in his shoulder, she moved her head in some way, so she could see his face.

The Jedi was still chattering about something. Something she couldn't hear. Why does he keep looking that way, she thought. Doesn't he know I'm right here, looking at him? But, perhaps it was the way we brought into the world. Perhaps he would keep looking another way. Perhaps he wouldn't know he could be the last thing I see. Yes, perhaps he wouldn't know.

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"It's getting dark. Yes, his friends are leaving. Padme, maybe it's time to return home also."

One of her hands was placed on his knee. He reached for it to help her get up. But what he touched…

Cold.

He turned slowly to view her. Her eyes were closed.

"Padme?"

She didn't wake up. The cold fingers, the eyes that were closed… And then he knew.

A certain emotion flowed inside him. The same emotion overcoming him the time he lost Qui Gon Jin. The emotion that… Impossible to explain! A weird sound was heard from inside his burning throat. He didn't need to look far to know that it was his own sobs. And no matter how he tried to cover them, they refused to obey his pleas for them to stop. The sight of the suns was suddenly blurred as he stared at them with blearing eyes, as his own tears fell one by one, as his cheeks became more and more wet with tears that streamed down his face. He was crying. The world was in a grave danger and its only hopes were mere two infants. But it wasn't for them he cried. This woman had died, why would he care?

Meanwhile, the twin suns of Tatooine kept shining. They shone above the vast field of sands and venomous snakes crawling underneath. Above a king, waiting for the arrival of the queen that would never come. Above the little girl in his arms, with the destiny to lead people out of the misery lying before her. Above a boy, carrying a burden of hopes of innocent people on his shoulders.

And a Knight crying over the death of his Lady.

The End

Just after I finish this fanfiction (I finished it a while ago), "Fix You" by Coldplay came out and I knew right away that it is the best song for this fic. See what I've made:

"It's getting dark. Yes, his friends are leaving. Padme, maybe it's time to return home also."

One of her hands was placed on his knee. He reached for it to help her get up. But what he touched…

Cold.

He turned slowly to view her. Her eyes were closed.

"Padme?"

Tears stream down your face

She didn't wake up. The cold fingers, the eyes that were closed… And then he knew.

When you lose something you cannot replace

Tears stream down your face

And I...

And a Knight crying over the death of his Lady.

Will fix you...

Thank you!