Writing this on the train back from two days in London to go to the West end. Hope you enjoy it. It is not so obvious but this is meant to be in point of view of Obi-Wan. If anyone has any suggestions on who to do next (oo-er) please leave a review.
I could feel it in the air. The sparks of anger. Of betrayal. Sparks that had ended something great. And it shook the temple. As each spark retreated as she took them with her. But she didn't. They fizzled out around her before dissipating like the light of the setting sun. The sparks left when she did but she didn't take them with her.
I could see her walk away down the steps, walk away from what she had known since she was a toddler. And she left without what had lit up her life, the sparks spread by her joy, stolen by the betrayal of one of her closest friends and the broken trust of the man she saw as a brother. Her sparks took her joy that had been drained from the temple.
Now it was silent. It used to be that by now her and Anakin would be racing to the mess. Now I watch Anakin from the same window. He wasn't moved, just stayed waiting, hoping that just maybe. Wishing that there was the slightest chance that she would return. But she wasn't returning to him as clouds gathered in the moon lit sky.
With darkness descending without the sparks of stars to light the way through the stars, Anakin finally turned and and walked back into the temple. His eyes dead. Stripped bare of their liveliness. Dull and without the sparks of mischief that used to light Ahsoka and his eyes. Now they were filled with the rage of a million men.
Angry at Barriss for betraying her, anger at the council for not believing her, anger at me for not believing him. Each of us had stolen the sparks away from him. Taking them away from them both when she left. We had killed the cocoon of sparks and now we will watch anger smoulder instead of sparks of joy.
Forgot to say earlier. I am thinking of starting a long fanfiction but I'm not sure what fandom so what do you all think?