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Note: Sorry for making yall even more depressed after the movie, but…

Innocence

Darkness is stirring, and I can't feel it. The cold is creeping in, but my skin has gone numb. The hiss of weapons cracks in the air, and not a muscle within me twitches. I know nothing of true fear for I am only eight cycles old, but I can learn. Something is coming; He is coming.

Metal boots of nameless faces clatter on marble floors, fresh polish mocking white uniforms. They are coming. Voices scream at me, claw at the shattered pieces of my heart. Pain rips through me in small tremors; their angst in death is greater than my own in life. I cannot cry; I don't know how.

The footsteps reverberate in hollow echoes even though They are moving away. My classmates relax around me, their uneasy breaths mingling with my own. I can never feel relief again; I know better. Death is coming for me, for all of us in the form of a man. The scales have tipped, and the Darkness is rising. A fragile, lone tear escapes my eye and innocence has betrayed me.

The 'Troopers are gone with their white uniforms that are a cruel mockery of my mentors' life forces snuffed out rooms before. The girl next to me smiles, believing we are safe. Sobs wrack my body at the thought of her naivety. They are gone; He is still coming.

I press my back against the wall, the hairs on the back of my neck rising against my will. The door to our sanctuary opens, and I turn my head away. "Ani, what do we do?" Arian asks Him. I don't see the flash of uncertainty in His eyes before his hand tightens on the lightsaber, and a column of blue light is reflected in my classmates' eyes.

I don't watch the massacre of my friends, my comrades. I don't hear their screams as they are cut down one by one. I don't feel their lifeless bodies silently hitting the floors. I don't have to open my eyes to know I am the last one left of the Jedi younglings.

I push myself off the wall with my tiny hands, but I refuse to see the carnage around me. Instead, I look directly into the eyes of Anakin Skywalker. I see no pity; I see no love. There is no sadness, no compassion. None of this disturbs me. The last second of my life, and all I can think is that I sympathize with him. He chose this, and He will have to live with the consequences. I no longer carry love, but I smile at him, my last resolve of innocence returned. A final spark of Light touched Anakin Skywalker's eyes, and the ghost tendrils of fear left me as his lightsaber descended.

I was only eight cycles old and darkness over-clouding Ani's Light was the last thing I ever saw.