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Acknowledgements: Story co-written with Seylin. Inspired by George Lucas' film, Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith.

Aubrey's crap: Well...here's the epilogue. I went solo writting it. It's a little bemusing to think this story's actually over. I'm beginning to wonder if I shouldn't have done weekly posts, rather than every two days...Either way, after this, it's seriously over. No sequels. Maybe, at some point in the future, a side story. I repeat, NO SEQUELS. Don't bother asking. No room for them. Other projects are due to come out in the relatively near future, and if you feel some bizarre urge to read more of my Star Wars fanfiction, ask me about it. Contact info's in my bio. Thank you so much for all the support you've given Monochrome Shatter, and for making it the most successful story to hit this girl's repertiore to date. You have no idea how much I appreciate all the praise and encouragement. Seylin and I are currently working on a new project, so be sure to look out for that and more!

Yours forver, but signing out,

Aubrey

Monochrome Shatter
Epilogue: Fated

"Masters Kenobi and Skywalker are dead."

This was what all the Padawans were told. Well, Yoda was the one who told them, so it actually came out more to the effect of 'Joined with the Force, Master Kenobi and Master Skywalker have.' Those who hadn't actually seen Anakin being carried down into the Temple's basement accepted this explanation with no problem. Some of the ones who had, even, just figured he'd died down there. Only a few didn't believe the old Jedi. They had no confirmation, though. Luke wouldn't talk about Anakin at all. Not even to Leia. And, when anyone, other than his sister, brought him up, he'd actually leave the room. Eventually, they stopped trying.

It wasn't so much that Luke was embarrassed about what had happened to his father, as much as that he just really didn't want to think about it anymore than he already had to. Which, was quite a bit already. It seemed that with his breakdown, every shield Anakin had possessed had just shattered. Luke could feel every terrified, agonized thought, and moment that his father suffered through. He couldn't go to anyone about it, either! Yoda would be absolute useless, Leia would start crying…again, if she knew, and Maeth wouldn't get it. Anakin didn't have any other close relatives, who would care, either…

So, Luke did the only thing he could do. He went to the Force. He could find his mom, and Qui-Gon in it…Why not look for Obi-Wan as well?

'Papa…? Papa…are you there?' He wondered tentatively. He hoped he was doing this right. He'd never tried to find someone in the Force, on his own. Anakin had always been the one to do the actual searching…

At first, there was nothing. He was sure he'd done it wrong…But then, he felt the bares brush of energy, and a renewed hope sprang up. Maybe, if he could find Obi-Wan for him, Anakin would calm down, and get better…

'Papa, Dad needs you. He's really sick. Papa, he'll die if someone doesn't do something.'

Once again, he got nothing. He could feel Obi-Wan still there, but the energy didn't answer him. And, then, it was just…gone. Luke sighed in defeat. Didn't Obi-Wan care at all?

His choked, dark laughter was the only sound in the room. His back hunched, as he rocked slightly, in rhythm to his unhappy moans, forcing their way out between the snickers. He could feel Obi-Wan in there, with him. But his Master wasn't saying anything. So, Anakin decided that he would do the talking.

"Master Yoda has turned against us, Master." He mumbled, feeling his back and shoulder muscles spasm uncomfortably. "He's locked us up in here. He…he told me you're dead. But, you can't die, because there is no death." He felt the energy brush against him, in confirmation that what he was saying was true. "Master…can I join with the Force too? Can I see you again?"

'No, Padawan.' Obi-Wan's voice was soft, and comfortingly sad. 'Not yet. You're not finished here yet.'

"But…but my dragon! My dragon will come and—and kill them all!"

'I'll take care of your dragon, Anakin. You just focus on you.'

He never did just learn to do as he was told.

He died in that cell, some twenty years later.

And, thus is the fate of the Chosen One.

-End-

"In the arms of the angels, fly away from here

From this cold, dark hotel room

And the endlessness that you feel

You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie

You're in the arms of the angels

May you find...some comfort here...

Angel (Sarah McLachlan, Mirrorball)

"Tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; the loss of Heaven's the greatest pain of Hell."

Pedro Calderon de la Barca

After Note: Once again, thank you for joining us. This has been such a pleasure to write a present.

Aubrey