A King's Foreordination

Corrupted Thoughts

Watching from afar one sees the discrepancies in someone else's life. There were always signs. Maybe he should have stopped it sooner. His optimism won him over.

He could feel this shift, the moment he introduced the two of them to each other. They were a good pair he thought as he watched from a distance. As the light dimmed, he could faintly see their light. They were very close, and she thought she was being sneaky.

He tells his padawans that the light and noise are from old spirits that still roam the forests. They inspired him, maybe a little too much sometimes. It's gotten to the point where he created stories. Of these lovers, dancing with each other through their blades. He said this more to ease the fear of the padawans than anything else.

It worked, and also backfired. They were suddenly even more curious to catch a glimpse of the light of lightsabers clashing. The older padawans knew it was the Mandalorian and their teacher. They often caught them together throughout the day. Some of them even hang around and make conversations. They gained a high level of respect for the mandalorian.

He would often show them tricks that not even Luke could do. They would even persuade them to do a demonstration. They would laugh and she would wince whenever he did something wrong. "You have no patience" She would say as she pats him on his shoulder. Comforting him from falling head first into a puddle of mud. He was still irked a few days later whenever the padawans reminded him to keep an eye on his feet instead of on Ms. Y/n.

At one point even Luke joined in and asked for a duel himself. Din didn't waver despite losing almost all the time. Din was heavy, whereas Luke was swift. Luke thought the darksaber didn't fit him at all. He swung with too much power, too much emotion. He had no control. But, with y/n's guidance he was sure he would get the hang of it.

He didn't really have a problem with the mandalorian, and he didn't really believe that attachment could ultimately lead to the darkside. He himself has love in his life, familial that is, but he does know the dangers of it, especially to the youth. The only reason he didn't want Grogu to form such a strong attachment to Din was because of his trauma. Losing Din Djarin would only result in his final push towards anger and pain.

He's had a good life in his youth, for that he's grateful. Past events could cause a festering of bitterness, and of fear. Grogu, when he first met him, was full of fear. It wouldn't be wise to further it by forming an even greater bond to his "father".

He can't help but debate whether or not to stop whatever was developing with them. The lingering gazes were enough to continue the teasing from the others but they were always joking. No, he sees that this could be something real. He could feel the passion, see the lingering touches that no one else could. It was only a matter of time before it would be taken a step further.

You furrow your brow, not understanding where the children were coming up with these so-called true tales. It was cute, but sometimes you couldn't hide the pain in your eyes whenever they mentioned Luke. It was far too fresh, you lost too many and frankly you were tired of attending parting ceremonies.

Not soon after the many ceremonies, the darksaber was taken. Their mourning was over, while yours wasn't. Despite your warnings and your offers of placing it somewhere it would be kept hidden and away from anyone that could cause harm again, they refused. They didn't like you, you understand that, and yet you still pleaded with Bo to let it go.

She leaned against the table, suddenly closer to your face, "We are so close to taking back our planet, I won't let this setback affect our progress" This made you tense. "He didn't know how to handle it. He seemed to be focused on less important things, leading to this" She gestures around the room staring you down. You felt small. Your fists clench painfully.