Star Wars: Scriptures of War
Title: “Scriptures of War”
Author: Shaitanah
Rating: PG
Timeline: post-ROTS
Summary: Obi-Wan has seen the world fall in seven days.
Disclaimer: Star Wars belong to George Lucas.
A/N: I’ve been a bit of obsessed with this oldtime fandom of mine lately. Feels nostalgic. These 6 movies will forever be among my favourite ones. Obi-Wan has also substantially grown on me. Seems like I’ve only just begun to realize how tragic his life really was. No idea where this comes from one blissful Bulgarian night. It’s a bit very weird. XD
SCRIPTURES OF WAR
According to one ancient belief the world was created in seven days.
Obi-Wan always thought it was just a beautiful metaphor for scrupulousness.
He has his own metaphor: how the world was ruined in seven days.
On the first day, the Force explodes into life. It gives charge to two polar opposites that battle it out until one of them prevails and another one sleeps in the shadows, biding its time.
He digs his heels into the searing hot sands of Tatooine and waits for atonement.
On the second day, they believe peace is everlasting. It is like a sea, vast and boundless.
He remembers the blades of grass shooting through the fat flesh of his homeworld’s earth; the boiling waters of Kamino storming the foundation of the cloning centre; the cordial red sunsets on Naboo; the dingy underbelly of Coruscant…
On the third day, they grow too sure of themselves, too confident in their shells of ancient wisdom and craft, too blind to their mistakes.
But eventually it all comes down to Tatooine, the dry, desolate nest of gangsters and fortune-seekers on the Outer Rim.
On the fourth day, they choose their heroes and crown their heads with thorns.
He never goes back to Mos Espa for fear of facing ghosts.
On the fifth day, they garb themselves in armour and wear military ranks like shields or weaponry. They march ahead of troops clad in white, the colour of purity and hope, but the fire of war only burns brighter, powered by the blasts and slashes of lightsabers. They have to believe they are still the peacemakers, if only so long as they believe in peace.
He knows he will never again see the brilliant, confident smile beneath the black helmet nor see the blue eyes glimmer radiantly behind the black lenses; and so his memory is all he has left, all he can trust.
On the sixth day, blood takes root in the soil and white turns into the colour of death and mourning. There is no ‘them’ anymore; they have vanished like fireflies sucked into the void; thousands of beacons of hope over the Galaxy, extinguished.
He carries the pain with him.
On the seventh day, he, alone, consumes ashes, drinks tears, buries the dead and waits for hope to be reborn.
He waits for the new seven days to begin and close the bleeding, rotting wounds of the Galaxy.
August 19, 2009
Author: Shaitanah
Rating: PG
Timeline: post-ROTS
Summary: Obi-Wan has seen the world fall in seven days.
Disclaimer: Star Wars belong to George Lucas.
A/N: I’ve been a bit of obsessed with this oldtime fandom of mine lately. Feels nostalgic. These 6 movies will forever be among my favourite ones. Obi-Wan has also substantially grown on me. Seems like I’ve only just begun to realize how tragic his life really was. No idea where this comes from one blissful Bulgarian night. It’s a bit very weird. XD
SCRIPTURES OF WAR
According to one ancient belief the world was created in seven days.
Obi-Wan always thought it was just a beautiful metaphor for scrupulousness.
He has his own metaphor: how the world was ruined in seven days.
On the first day, the Force explodes into life. It gives charge to two polar opposites that battle it out until one of them prevails and another one sleeps in the shadows, biding its time.
He digs his heels into the searing hot sands of Tatooine and waits for atonement.
On the second day, they believe peace is everlasting. It is like a sea, vast and boundless.
He remembers the blades of grass shooting through the fat flesh of his homeworld’s earth; the boiling waters of Kamino storming the foundation of the cloning centre; the cordial red sunsets on Naboo; the dingy underbelly of Coruscant…
On the third day, they grow too sure of themselves, too confident in their shells of ancient wisdom and craft, too blind to their mistakes.
But eventually it all comes down to Tatooine, the dry, desolate nest of gangsters and fortune-seekers on the Outer Rim.
On the fourth day, they choose their heroes and crown their heads with thorns.
He never goes back to Mos Espa for fear of facing ghosts.
On the fifth day, they garb themselves in armour and wear military ranks like shields or weaponry. They march ahead of troops clad in white, the colour of purity and hope, but the fire of war only burns brighter, powered by the blasts and slashes of lightsabers. They have to believe they are still the peacemakers, if only so long as they believe in peace.
He knows he will never again see the brilliant, confident smile beneath the black helmet nor see the blue eyes glimmer radiantly behind the black lenses; and so his memory is all he has left, all he can trust.
On the sixth day, blood takes root in the soil and white turns into the colour of death and mourning. There is no ‘them’ anymore; they have vanished like fireflies sucked into the void; thousands of beacons of hope over the Galaxy, extinguished.
He carries the pain with him.
On the seventh day, he, alone, consumes ashes, drinks tears, buries the dead and waits for hope to be reborn.
He waits for the new seven days to begin and close the bleeding, rotting wounds of the Galaxy.
August 19, 2009