Just if you wanted to know
Pain.
Why do we hurt the ones we love, just so they can live the life they disserve?
Suffering.
Why must we suffer, just so we can see people we don't even know, taking things that are our own?
Death.
And once we hold what is dear to us close to our chest, Why must they be taken away by things we have no control over?
Pain, suffering, death, three words that make people's ears bleed. These three words stand side by side with followers of the dark. But even they, the followers, do not want to here these spoken. So they stay in the shadow, gaining power, to stop three simple words…
Happiness.
Why are some beings happy with life, when others want it to end?
Love
Why are only children the ones who love all things no matter?
Life
And then we laugh and smile because we think; why is one's life, even the most young, so very beautiful?
Happiness, love, life, three words that make peoples hearts burst with joy. These three words hold hands with defenders of the light and the innocence. The defenders do the things they do because they know they are right things to do.
Or are they…
A boy or perhaps young man, no more then 15, was standing stone cold in the rain. He was standing outside of a large doorway that led to a grand throne room. This led to handmaidens, guards and an angel in particular. The young man, whose face was hidden by a hood, griped his ribs. The pain from the blaster shot was overwhelming, like ice fire running up and down his side. His breathing was ragged and uneven. His vision was starting to double.
He stagged to the big oak-like doors, and brought his bloody hand down against it. Just as the door opened to reveal a guard of the Naboo, the young man fell on to man and said as he passed out:
"Jedi…Danger…Padme…"
A/N: right here ladies and gentle people is DarthDuckula's attempt at something a bit more serious then what you would expect from me. I just wanted to see how people would receive this story, so if you would please let me know.