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No Hope
My Master always thought that if you were where the enemy didn't think you were going to be, then you were safe. I'm afraid to say he was wrong and he paid a very dear cost for it - his life.
VaderI recall that name with a shiver, that name brings terror and hatred to so many people but to me it only brings grief and a strange sort of pity. I mean, if the 'Chosen One' can turn, who's to say that I won't?
Stand strong little one
My Master was a kind man; he came from Corellia, which might explain his daring attitude. But he was always making me laugh, or smile. Even when we were running from Troopers he could find something funny to say.
Do not cry for me
It was cold that day, extremely cold. I couldn't feel my fingers or my toes and I was starting to worry that my nose might fall off at any minute. Master was in his usual cheerful mood, but that day I wasn't laughing at any of his jokes. I could feel the danger approaching; I just didn't know what type of danger.
Maybe if I had known before, it wouldn't have happened the way it did.
But it did and that is all that matters.
As usual we were running from the law; apparently simply being clothed as Jedi was enough to attract trouble. I wasn't surprised; these days I rarely am.
I don't know how we could've been so blind - I mean we were Jedi; that is supposed to count for something! We should have felt something; we should have known that it was a trap.
How could we have been so damn blind?
Perhaps the Emperor and Vader are right, perhaps the Jedi are losing their touch. I dearly hope not; if the Jedi have lost their powers, then the galaxy itself has been lost.
As we ran around that corner, I knew we were in trouble. I didn't have to look up and see him, Vader. I knew it instinctively, which led me to hope that not all of us have lost our strength with the Force.
My Master let out a low gasp and I simply stared. I was only 14; not even a true Padawan. I didn't know how to fight something like . . . him. He was the 'Chosen One'; I was deluding myself if I thought I stood a chance.
My Master shoved me in ally and told me to run, but I think he knew that I couldn't. I would not leave my Master there by himself without some sort of support, even if it wouldn't help him beat Vader.
As I watched my Master leap gracefully into battle, I smiled. His moves were perfect and he looked so serene. I wished that I could one day have that sort of demeanor, to be that calm and composed in battle.
I saw him being struck down by that deadly red blade; I saw him crumple, then disappear as he become one with the Force.
One tear fell down my face for my Master, my Father, the only person I had ever really known.
Then I ran.
Because that's all I could do.
Fin
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