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I just wrote an Obidala viggie...and I wanted to know what you guys thought of it. I think this is my firstpost in this community...and I hope to post more of viggies here. ^__^
Obi Wan silently walked over to the bunk that held an unconscious Padmè. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder. She stirred and turned her head to face the Jedi.
“Obi Wan, is Anakin alright?,” she whispered.
He caressed her brow with his free hand. Padmè’s head sunk back into the pillow, as she slipped back into unconsciousness. Obi Wan just stood there, helplessly watching his beloved. He was contemplating the events that took place earlier that same day. Everything that happened, just over a couple of hours, had brought on the destruction of the Republic, as well as the Jedi Order. Like a phoenix, an empire rose from the smoldering ashes of what was left of a Republic.
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Obi Wan carefully hid himself in an alley on Naboo. It was the day of Senator Padmè Amidala’s funeral. He knew that her casket was going to pass his hiding spot, which was the reason for his location. He had noticed that it was near the spot that his former master’s funeral was held thirteen years earlier.
That was so long ago, so much has happened since then.
At that moment, a lavender casket pulled by four native creatures passed by the alley. The casket held a beautiful Padmè wearing a crisp teal dress, and clutching a necklace. She looked so peaceful, without worry or fear of what her husband had become. Trailing behind, were family members and dignitaries, some of which that he had remembered from the previous battle fought on the planet. That reminded him of someone:
I have to see her; I hope she still lives in that cottage by the forest.
A couple of hours later, Obi Wan arrived at the edge of a forest, just outside of Theed. There was a little cottage, still there after all of the years that past. He carefully examined the peeling yellow paint, the chopped wood blocks by the door. Obi Wan hesitated, but walked up the stairs, and tapped on the door. A woman answered the door.
“Obi Wan? What are doing here?,” she asked as she hugged the Jedi.
“Padmè’s funeral. I think you knew that I would come here.”
“That’s right; I went to it as well. But, I never thought that you would come back to Naboo.”
“I can’t believe that she’s gone, Sabè. I know I shouldn’t have, but I loved her. I still do,” he sighed.
“Everything’s changed, I know. It happened so fast. The Republic is dead, everything we have known is now lost.” Sabè pulled him into an embrace. “You’ll always love Padmè; that I am sure of. Just never forget her, put her in your thoughts, and keep your good memories. That’s all of the advice I can give to you.”
“Thanks, Sabè. I’ll come back and visit you sometime,” he said as he kissed her on the cheek.
He retreated into the shadows as she returned to her house. Obi Wan was going to spend the rest of his life in exile with the best advice that someone ever gave him.
You’ll always love Padmè; that I am sure of. Just never forget her, put her in your thoughts, and keep your good memories.
Sabè’s voice echoed in his mind, like a song playing on a loop; he knew that his angel was looking down on him.
The End.
Obi Wan silently walked over to the bunk that held an unconscious Padmè. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder. She stirred and turned her head to face the Jedi.
“Obi Wan, is Anakin alright?,” she whispered.
He caressed her brow with his free hand. Padmè’s head sunk back into the pillow, as she slipped back into unconsciousness. Obi Wan just stood there, helplessly watching his beloved. He was contemplating the events that took place earlier that same day. Everything that happened, just over a couple of hours, had brought on the destruction of the Republic, as well as the Jedi Order. Like a phoenix, an empire rose from the smoldering ashes of what was left of a Republic.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Obi Wan carefully hid himself in an alley on Naboo. It was the day of Senator Padmè Amidala’s funeral. He knew that her casket was going to pass his hiding spot, which was the reason for his location. He had noticed that it was near the spot that his former master’s funeral was held thirteen years earlier.
That was so long ago, so much has happened since then.
At that moment, a lavender casket pulled by four native creatures passed by the alley. The casket held a beautiful Padmè wearing a crisp teal dress, and clutching a necklace. She looked so peaceful, without worry or fear of what her husband had become. Trailing behind, were family members and dignitaries, some of which that he had remembered from the previous battle fought on the planet. That reminded him of someone:
I have to see her; I hope she still lives in that cottage by the forest.
A couple of hours later, Obi Wan arrived at the edge of a forest, just outside of Theed. There was a little cottage, still there after all of the years that past. He carefully examined the peeling yellow paint, the chopped wood blocks by the door. Obi Wan hesitated, but walked up the stairs, and tapped on the door. A woman answered the door.
“Obi Wan? What are doing here?,” she asked as she hugged the Jedi.
“Padmè’s funeral. I think you knew that I would come here.”
“That’s right; I went to it as well. But, I never thought that you would come back to Naboo.”
“I can’t believe that she’s gone, Sabè. I know I shouldn’t have, but I loved her. I still do,” he sighed.
“Everything’s changed, I know. It happened so fast. The Republic is dead, everything we have known is now lost.” Sabè pulled him into an embrace. “You’ll always love Padmè; that I am sure of. Just never forget her, put her in your thoughts, and keep your good memories. That’s all of the advice I can give to you.”
“Thanks, Sabè. I’ll come back and visit you sometime,” he said as he kissed her on the cheek.
He retreated into the shadows as she returned to her house. Obi Wan was going to spend the rest of his life in exile with the best advice that someone ever gave him.
You’ll always love Padmè; that I am sure of. Just never forget her, put her in your thoughts, and keep your good memories.
Sabè’s voice echoed in his mind, like a song playing on a loop; he knew that his angel was looking down on him.
The End.