As The World Falls Down: Prologue: How We Died
In which Padme sets up the whole process of How We Got Here.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: So, decided to start posting my NaNo novel, if only because I didn't really get the chance to do so last year (also, because posting Murder The Dawn and seeing the responses was a lot of fun). Hope you enjoy. :)
Naboo. This was where I was born. I can still remember it so well even here -- that beautiful planet with its sparkling lakes and the bluest skies. I can remember so well the fields of grass and the sparkling waterfalls. I can still remember so well the feeling of the sun on your face when you ran through the fields, or simply sat down to talk with someone you loved, or with someone who was just a friend of yours.
I can still remember everything so very clearly, which makes it all the harder to take. My name is Padme Naberrie. For years, I served in the service of our deceased queen Sabe Amidala, perhaps one of the best queens we ever had. One of the best queens Naboo has ever known -- kind and clever and compassionate and genuinely caring about us and simply seeking to make Naboo better. I was only a girl when I served in her service, only fourteen years old, really. It was something that frequently worried my parents, if only because they didn't want me to end up dying young. And I can still understand why. After all, it couldn't have been easy for them knowing that their youngest was in the service of the queen, where she could possibly be killed.
Little did they know that their youngest would someday become a Jedi. Which is what happened one day. A mere handmaiden, found by Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi, only to be offered to be trained in the ways of the Force. The Council wasn't entirely happy with this new development, especially considering that from what I gathered at the time, things such as this hadn't been done for, quite honestly, a very long time. Things like this went against the Jedi Code, if only because from what I learned from my Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, children typically were trained from infancy to be Jedi. I will admit this disconcerted me at first, especially considering...well, what about the mothers? What would they think? I can only suppose that I should have seen the signs that there was something wrong in the Order, and yet I didn't want to. Because in truth? The truth would have been too terrible for anyone to take. Especially when a long time friend and partner fell.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was never someone I thought would fall. This kind, honorable Jedi Knight, dedicated to upholding the peace -- I never thought that he would ever fall. I never thought that I would be on my own in the end either.
And yet here I am. On the run, far away from those I care about, only hoping that I can survive.
My name is Padme Naberrie, former General of the Clone Wars. And this...if you're wondering why I'm telling this story, this story that could most likely get me killed if it was released to the public, or if the Emperor knew...I have no intention of letting the Emperor know that I'm doing this. I'm merely telling this story, right here, right now, so you can know how the galaxy ended. It's quite obviously not a happy tale. Filled with betrayal and power-lust and so many other things. But it is the truth. This is the story of how we died.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: So, decided to start posting my NaNo novel, if only because I didn't really get the chance to do so last year (also, because posting Murder The Dawn and seeing the responses was a lot of fun). Hope you enjoy. :)
Naboo. This was where I was born. I can still remember it so well even here -- that beautiful planet with its sparkling lakes and the bluest skies. I can remember so well the fields of grass and the sparkling waterfalls. I can still remember so well the feeling of the sun on your face when you ran through the fields, or simply sat down to talk with someone you loved, or with someone who was just a friend of yours.
I can still remember everything so very clearly, which makes it all the harder to take. My name is Padme Naberrie. For years, I served in the service of our deceased queen Sabe Amidala, perhaps one of the best queens we ever had. One of the best queens Naboo has ever known -- kind and clever and compassionate and genuinely caring about us and simply seeking to make Naboo better. I was only a girl when I served in her service, only fourteen years old, really. It was something that frequently worried my parents, if only because they didn't want me to end up dying young. And I can still understand why. After all, it couldn't have been easy for them knowing that their youngest was in the service of the queen, where she could possibly be killed.
Little did they know that their youngest would someday become a Jedi. Which is what happened one day. A mere handmaiden, found by Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi, only to be offered to be trained in the ways of the Force. The Council wasn't entirely happy with this new development, especially considering that from what I gathered at the time, things such as this hadn't been done for, quite honestly, a very long time. Things like this went against the Jedi Code, if only because from what I learned from my Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, children typically were trained from infancy to be Jedi. I will admit this disconcerted me at first, especially considering...well, what about the mothers? What would they think? I can only suppose that I should have seen the signs that there was something wrong in the Order, and yet I didn't want to. Because in truth? The truth would have been too terrible for anyone to take. Especially when a long time friend and partner fell.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was never someone I thought would fall. This kind, honorable Jedi Knight, dedicated to upholding the peace -- I never thought that he would ever fall. I never thought that I would be on my own in the end either.
And yet here I am. On the run, far away from those I care about, only hoping that I can survive.
My name is Padme Naberrie, former General of the Clone Wars. And this...if you're wondering why I'm telling this story, this story that could most likely get me killed if it was released to the public, or if the Emperor knew...I have no intention of letting the Emperor know that I'm doing this. I'm merely telling this story, right here, right now, so you can know how the galaxy ended. It's quite obviously not a happy tale. Filled with betrayal and power-lust and so many other things. But it is the truth. This is the story of how we died.