𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟-𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 | a.s x fem!reader

29 - Sacrifice

{TW : Death}

{AYZEL'S POV}

Pressingly my blaster harshly into the back of the head of the young Togruta Padawan kneeling in front of me on the grass, I stare into the fearful eyes of my little sister as she stands before me, Skywalker closely behind along with two others. I sense Dooku and Ventress stir behind me impatiently as (y/n) turns her head to face the Clone behind her and nods to him. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as the Clone nods back to her with a pained expression on his face before subtly shuffling closely over to Skywalker's side.

I have to say, I didn't think that this would actually happen so quickly and so easily.

"I'll admit (y/n), I didn't actually think you'd show up," I say, startling her as I suddenly break the tense silence.

"Hand over Ahsoka," she demands of me, her voice quivering a little as she tries her best to not look Ahsoka in the eyes. I watch as her trembling fists curl slowly around her thumb in an attempt to prevent her body from shaking.

"You know what you have to do first," I say to her, gripping my hand on Ahsoka's shoulder harshly, causing her to yelp a little in pain. A look of panic spreads onto (y/n)'s face as I notice Skywalker grow angrier as I put a hand on Ahsoka.

"You get your hands off of her-" Skywalker yells to me, trying to move forwards but was amusingly restrained by his Jedi Comrade and his Clone Trooper friend. My eyes travel down onto the young girl before me, my hand shaking as I watched her squeeze her eyes closed to suppress her tears from rolling down her cheeks.

My gaze fixates down on the gun gripped in my hands as it digs into the back of Ahsoka's head, feeling her words back in her cell rush back to me.

"Ayzel, please.. It's never too late. She needs you and she wants you! Please, I beg you," Ahsoka pleaded to me as I come to a halt at the entrance to the room, shifting my head to face her and look her in the eyes, a broken expression pasted upon my face. She reaches up and places her other hand on the surface of the blue cell-tube, as if trying to reach me from inside.

How has it come to this?

How have I come to the point where I am holding a gun to the head of an innocent young girl, preparing to murder my own sister for relief of something that my mother had inflicted upon me?

My sister.

My little sister.

The same girl who I used to care for, entertain and protect. The same girl who I used to play hide and seek with around the castle, who I helped sneak snacks from the kitchen with before supper, who I used to lay a blanket down for on the grass so we could watch the sunset together at night. I remember how her face used to light up when I returned home in the evenings and how when I read to her as a youngling, she would hang onto my every word as we snuggled up together by the fire.

"Don't you remember? Don't you remember that night in the Temple?"

I did remember. I remember that after my mother reprimanded me for trying to stop her from destroying the very last thing we had left of our Father, I went to the Temple to be alone and to deal with the fact that I will never live up to my Mother's standards and how she will never accept me as the rightful heir to the throne, or even as her son. I stayed there for hours until after night fell, presumably as the palace had finally drifted into slumber. (y/n) sneaked over to find me. I will never forget the way she held me that night, or how she didn't even think of leaving before she knew I was ok.

"Are you... are you disappointed in me?" I whisper, my body shaking from my pain.

"You're everything to me, brother. You could never disappoint me. Never."