Star Wars and the Last Truth
Summery: The story about the last Jedi who fell defending the Jedi temple. Kalyen Tyrias. He fights Anakin and dies, but a noble death. Rated T for safe measures.
Vader strode up the steps to the temple. He was not afraid of anything now. He ignored what the youngling asked and cut through him, his path toward the dark side was almost complete. The other child darted back behind the legs of a child keeper. Y'mree Svulen was her name, she was beautiful to all, she held grace and humility as her key traits. She had never been very good with a lightsaber. She was, and always had been, a Child Keeper. She began to draw her lightsaber in a quick motion. A short stab ended her life. Vader pulled back his lightsaber and ended the Childs life quickly and painlessly. They where now one with the force. The rest of the younglings in the halls fell quickly. Vader motioned for the Clone Troopers to clear the library. Someone strong in the force was in the nursery. The halls had been loosely decorated. Decoration was usually found in rooms or in the library. Such knowledge there. But for all its wisdom, the library had shown him nothing. The Dark Side was where knowledge and skill were learned. The Dark Side was power. He could feel it in himself. This was power and nothing could stop him. The nursery door stood imposing in front of him. He could feel the force channel through him and break open the lock that stood between him and this supposed Jedi. He could feel his presence on the other side of the door. He was so rich in the force. It was practically oozing off of him. The door ripped apart, sending twisted metal off into distant corners. The nursery lights were still on. Emergency lights. Blue. Blue was easy on the eyes. The lights ran around the room, not fully lighting it. Just strips of blue. He focused his attention on the being that was kneeling at the far end of the room.
I am meditating. I was meditating. It is all clear in my mind. The Force, the living Force, and the dying Force. The forgiving Force, and the vengeful Force. The loving Force, and the hateful Force. But they were one. The Unifying Force. The all-knowing Force. And now, as I meditated. Am meditating. I can see clearly the future. My future. The future. The Unifying Future. The only future. I see it is short, but well lived. I saw it was short and well lived, and well loved. He is behind me. Was behind me. He's here for the children. For the young ones. He is here for the future, for the children are the future. I am here for the future. We are here for the same reason, and yet opposite. Just as we are. Stay calm I must. Think clearly. And as I feel his presence, or felt his presence, for the future, past and present are all linked, I know his future. So am I to his destiny. I am apart of his destiny. He is the destroyer of mine. Was the destroyer of mine. Shall be the destroyer of mine. Him who would destroy the very foundations of the Jedi Way. He lookes imposing, standing in the shredded doorway, holding his lightsaber. He held it down, pointed at the floor.
It was blue.
Blue was easy on the eyes.
The end of many things was near and at hand, and I could, can, will feel his malice toward me. And as I slowly stood, stand, uncurling myself, and ignite my own saber, the color distracts me.
It is blue.
Blue is an easy color on the eyes.
To call this fair would be incorrect...
...To call this destiny would be true.
I smile. He sees.
He smiles back.
Blue connects blue.
Easy on the eyes.