The Hope of Death

1-Hope

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(y/n)'s POV:

I placed my head hard on the pillow, hoping that my eyelids could finally close. I looked at the ceiling of my room as usual, I sighed as I saw my insomnia resurface once again. I rubbed my eyes feeling pain near my dark circles, they were heavy and painful. My nights seemed endless, and my nightmares seemed to become more real every day. I revived this moment with so much bitterness and sorrow. They had destroyed us. All, without any exception.

These memories were becoming far too painful for me. I saw them, in this place where peace and security previously reigned, gradually become a river of blood where only the screams, the tears and the fear of these innocent victims were born in the corridors.

My Republic that I loved so much had completely disappeared and I'm not just talking about politics, no I was also talking about freedom and joy.

A life that has been described for many years as a perfect world.

Of course, before those asshole Siths showed up.

They destroyed my innocence that day.

I could no longer bear seeing these terrible images in my dreams but also in my waking thoughts. Their lives, severely torn away.

I can still hear those screams in my head.

And yet, the only thing I still wonder today is why did he do that? He had such a beautiful life within reach, but he didn't grab it.

The chosen one.

The person who was supposed to protect us from this massacre.

But he had failed.

No, he didn't.

This world, which was once a free and democratic Republic, unfortunately did not manage to live any longer with this traitor.

And the saddest thing is that she did not survive the massacre that day.

The person who raised me.

Flashback to Order 66 (8 months ago):

I had walked away from the temple thinking of the last words spoken by my Master Shaak Ti, hearing these words broke my heart. I didn't want to prove him right.

How could she tell me that after the death of my parents who were brutally murdered by the separatists? It was unfair of her, despite my respect for the Jedi code and for her, my sadness was a completely normal feeling. But she didn't want to hear anything about that.

My eyes are becoming brilliant, I trembled with sadness, it was even the first time I felt that. And it wasn't because of my parents, no, it was because I had disappointed her, the only person I loved in this life, the person who raised me, my Master.

"You have to forget your parents (y/n), I know it can be hard but their destinies had another path for them so accept their words. Or this sadness and anger will eventually take you to the dark side of the Force." She placed her hand on my shoulder as a sign of affection, I appreciated this contact of kindness despite all my sorrow buried within me, that was why she had a place in my heart. She always knew how to talk to me without hurting or offending me.

"I cannot forget my parents knowing that their dead faces will remain engraved in my memory for the rest of my life. They didn't deserve to die, especially when those murderers were damn separatists. I hate them for that, so yes I am sad and filled with bitterness when I see that my days in these battles were not enough to save them. I wasn't up to it." I spat these words with so much hatred, then my eyes froze seeing the sad face of my Master, was she compassionate towards me?