One Day Later

"Father, do you ever look at the stars and think about how beautiful the universe is?" Lyra asked in wonder. Her doe shaped brown eyes looked in wonder at the star system, one that you've never heard of before, as she sighed in content.

"Nope." Her father replied as Lyra watched the planets move around the star at a slow, moderate pace.

"I do." She whispers, barely loud enough for him to hear. Light saber training was over, along with a very, very boring lesson of, 'USE THE FORCE AND PICK UP THAT ROCK!" That was literally all the information her father gave her. Very vague and very repetitive information. Sith Lords must have minds of steel by doing that every single day. She could barely go an hour without dying of boredom. If that was a thing of course.

"Lyra," Darth Vadar spoke and looked at her. She was in a trance though, staring deep into the sun, letting the bright fires reflect off of her glossy brown eyes. Beautiful. "Lyra." He said again and she looked at him at last.

"Yes, Father?" She asked and he sighes.

"I have some... Business to attend to. It'll only be a month, Lyra. I promise. In that month, I want you to practice training every day. Everyday. I couldn't get Master to watch you, he's very busy-"

"With murdering people?" She asked. The words made it seem cruel, but she said it like she said those words everyday. She probably was.

"Yes, Lyra. So promise me you'll train. Everyday."

"I promise, Father." Lyra said and then Darth Vadar walked away. He wanted to hug her good bye, but he couldn't. It was against the Sith ways.

Lyra continued standing there, watching the planets fall in the strict line of orbit. Her bright brown eyes staring with wonder at the universe and everything in it.

***One Month Later (I'm not writing about a four year old's life for a whole month)***

Lyra watched with interest as she held a large boulder up with her hands and the force. It was beautiful, really, the way that it floated majestically in the air, how it stood there, tall and proud of who it was. She smiled at her accomplishment, she knew her father would be overjoyed by her. He might even praise me, give her a pat on the back.

But that was wishful thinking.

She just hoped he didn't ignore her like everything else that happened in her life. Hey, Father! I read the dictionary! Hey, Father, I learned a new language! Hey, Father, I learned how quantum physics works! Okay, the last one wasn't true. She was only four years old for crying out loud.

But still, all her life, she never felt quite good enough. Was it because, as Master Sith Lord told her in secret, that she looked just like her mother? Was it because she was just a cheap replacement of her mother? Or was it because her father just didn't care in general? Or maybe he secretly did care but was trying to show that he didn't care because he felt like it?

Knowing her luck, it was probably the thrid luck.

She heard the creak of the shuttle opening and her face lit up, full of colour. She sprinted towards the landing bay and watched as her father's ship came. She grinned with excitment and played with her hair. She was suppose to get a hair cut the day before her father left, and he forgot. Now, her hair was longer than ever. It bounced with thick, dark brown curls that went barely below her shoulders. It framed her pretty face, making her grin. This was going to be great.

All the soldiers lined up in position and she stood at the very end. It wasn't even morning yet (But then again, they didn't excatly have a morning...) so she was dressed in a light purple night gown with soft, white lace. Her body was jittering in excitment. She missed her Father. This was the first time he's been away for so long.

And there he was, walking down the ramp, wearing all black. He really needed to wear some colour, she thought to herself. Blue would look really good on him. Or rainbow. She smiled at the thought, the only time she ever saw rainbow was when the light hit the sprinkler for the plants. She thought it was magic, or the force, but it was simple science. She didn't really listen to what the science was though.

As Darth Vadar made his way down the ramp, he saw a head of curly hair. Long curly hair, just... Just as long as Padme's hair, he thought. Right before she died. Right before he killed her. He found irony in that, somehow.

Then he sees her, the face that he sees in his nightmares. She was more beautiful, her face in a tight, real smile, her eyes full of love. Her hair and smooth slightly pale skin. She was the face that he wanted to see desperately. THe face that made him beg for it to come to real life. To come back to him.

"Pa-Padme?" Darth VAdar whispered, looking at his daughter who stared at him in confusion.

But when that moment happened, all he felt was anger. And betrayal. Betrayal because she led Obi-Wan to his planet. Where Obi-Wan made him half the man he used to be. She did this to him. She did this all.

There was too much anger trapped inside of him that he couldn't think straight. He could barely think at all. All he could see was her face right before he choked her. So innocent, so in love, so afraid of what would become of them. Traitor. She was the traitor.

"Father?" Lyra spoke. Her father wasn't moving. She was worried that he might've fainted or something. But could you faint while standing up? She didn't know, she had to Google that. (Yes, of course Star Wars has Goggle! I mean, it is a 'universal company'! Wait, does that mean they also have Universal Studios? I better Goggle that!)

But he just remembered when Padme said Anakin in confusion. His body burst in anger and he lifted his hand up.

History repeats itself.

Lyra holds her throat, even though it's useless. She can't breath and she's floating in the air. She asked her father once if she could fly, and he said no. A stone cold no. Now she was flying.

All the air was cut off. She felt her visions swarm in black spots as she panicked. She didn't know what was happening. Her father never, ever told her that you could choke people with the force and she amazingly never saw him do it. She thought that the Force itself thought she wasn't worthy of this life and decided, 'Hell, yeah! Let's kill this little devil!'

She coughed and gasped and wheezed. She couldn't focus on anything. Everything hurt, her arms and legs started losing feeling in them.

Darth Vadar stared at his daughter, unable to compute that she wasn't Padme. That she wasn't Padme. As she made sounds you hear before death, gasping, wheezing, panicking, his rage and hate blinded him. He fell into a hole that you can't come back from. Falling, deeper and deeper.

Lyra couldn't move herself. She couldn't even think. She felt like death itself decided to turn all its fury towards her and only her. She felt like she was dying. She was dying. She felt like she was already dead.

But she said one thing before black took her eyes, the only thing that mattered to her.

"Father." She whimpered.

And that's what snapped Darth Vadar out of it. Her plead, she could've screamed for help. For God. For anyone. But instead, she cried out Father. He wasn't blind anymore and he saw his daughter, eyes fluttering to a close as he immediately put his arm down. He gasped and ran to her, terriflied of what he had done. Of what he could've done.

And there Lyra, her eyes closed, her breathing stopped, her lips a sick light blue and her face pale, out of colour.

But her hair stayed the same. Her hair was still those dark, curly waves. And her skin was still smooth, as smooth as Padme's.

And there, on that hard metal floor, on his knees with his only unconscious child, was when he cried. Cried the name of the woman he loved and the child who was all he left. She was everything that he had, all that was left to live for.

And she didn't even know it.

A/N Very serious chapter. Someone flipped my joke button off and I could barely think of any. At all. Sorry if this took so long, but I got tired and loved to do a little something called procrastination. It's wonderful really, it's my excuse for everything. But don't tell your parents I told you that. You probably shouldn't take advice from me.

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