Drabble/Ficlet: The path of dreams - Anakin Skywalker
Title: The path of dreams
Beta: None. Mistakes are mine alone.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Anakin Skywalker (Darth Vader)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mention and allusion to death.
Word Count: 302
Summary: Before marching into the Jedi Temple to do Palpatine's bidding, Darth Vader reflects upon the path that led him there.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by George Lucas, the multiple divisions of Lucasfilm Ltd., their partners, including but not limited to Twentieth Century Fox and Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc., and their licensees. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story is a work of fiction. Names, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
A/N: Written for Day 02 of adventdrabbles 2010. It was supposed to have been posted on December 02, but unfortunately, it wasn't. This is my first Star Wars fanfic, please be kind.
"I had a dream I was a Jedi once."
Darth Vader stopped before the stairs that led up to the Temple, the clone troopers following on his heels, awaiting his orders.
"...I came back here and freed all the slaves."
His flesh hand went to the lightsaber in his belt, his fingers caressing it lightly. His robe swayed in the Coruscant wind, particularly strong that fateful night.
Vader looked up from beneath his hood at the heavy doors he had first crossed when he was a small boy, a newly freed slave from Tatooine. Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn was the one to bring him here. He was the man whom Anakin Skywalker owed his freedom.
But Qui-Gon was long dead now. The first of Anakin's painful losses to an enemy he was never taught how to defeat.
"I wasn't strong enough to save you..."
His mother was the second. A helpless Anakin had to watch her die in his arms due to the long time of abuse from the Tusken Raiders that had kidnapped her.
Anakin was late, too late to save her. He failed, failed her.
He made the promise, to his mother's grave, that he wasn't going to fail again.
"I have found a way to save you... I won't lose you, Padmé."
Anakin wasn't going to fail like he failed his mother.
He would do whatever it took to keep his dreams of Padmé dying in giving birth to their child from coming true.
Anakin could no longer rely on the Jedi to guide and help him. He could not trust them about his and Padmé's relationship, or anything at all.
He had a hope to save Padmé's life, and he would cling to it.
"I had a dream I was a Jedi once."
The dream was no more.
Beta: None. Mistakes are mine alone.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Anakin Skywalker (Darth Vader)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mention and allusion to death.
Word Count: 302
Summary: Before marching into the Jedi Temple to do Palpatine's bidding, Darth Vader reflects upon the path that led him there.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by George Lucas, the multiple divisions of Lucasfilm Ltd., their partners, including but not limited to Twentieth Century Fox and Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc., and their licensees. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story is a work of fiction. Names, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
A/N: Written for Day 02 of adventdrabbles 2010. It was supposed to have been posted on December 02, but unfortunately, it wasn't. This is my first Star Wars fanfic, please be kind.
"I had a dream I was a Jedi once."
Darth Vader stopped before the stairs that led up to the Temple, the clone troopers following on his heels, awaiting his orders.
"...I came back here and freed all the slaves."
His flesh hand went to the lightsaber in his belt, his fingers caressing it lightly. His robe swayed in the Coruscant wind, particularly strong that fateful night.
Vader looked up from beneath his hood at the heavy doors he had first crossed when he was a small boy, a newly freed slave from Tatooine. Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn was the one to bring him here. He was the man whom Anakin Skywalker owed his freedom.
But Qui-Gon was long dead now. The first of Anakin's painful losses to an enemy he was never taught how to defeat.
"I wasn't strong enough to save you..."
His mother was the second. A helpless Anakin had to watch her die in his arms due to the long time of abuse from the Tusken Raiders that had kidnapped her.
Anakin was late, too late to save her. He failed, failed her.
He made the promise, to his mother's grave, that he wasn't going to fail again.
"I have found a way to save you... I won't lose you, Padmé."
Anakin wasn't going to fail like he failed his mother.
He would do whatever it took to keep his dreams of Padmé dying in giving birth to their child from coming true.
Anakin could no longer rely on the Jedi to guide and help him. He could not trust them about his and Padmé's relationship, or anything at all.
He had a hope to save Padmé's life, and he would cling to it.
"I had a dream I was a Jedi once."
The dream was no more.