Galaxy of War || A clone wars fanfiction

Chapter 72

I open my eyes somewhere else. I thought I was dead. Did I die twice? I remember Obi-Wan, and was it Yoda? Obi-Wan's alive. Anakin... he tried. He tried to kill me. He thinks he killed me.

So many died. But I survived. I felt their deaths, I watched a few die. I fought the man behind it. And even then... I didn't die. Somehow I survived. Why? Why was I so important that I somehow lived. Not once, but twice. I can't wrap my head around who the person who did this is. How could he? I saw how he just didn't care about me. But some attachment he must have had to me, he did offer me a place as his apprentice. But the person I loved... is gone.

I look around. I'm in a medical center somewhere. The room's completely white and sterile. Outside the windows are asteroids floating around. Where am I? Nothing makes sense. I move my fingers and feel a soft fabric beneath them. I lift my head and see a white blanket covering my lower half. I feel a stab of pain in my stomach. He stabbed me. I lift the blanket and see that I'm still in the clothes I was in before. I lift my top and see a bacta-patch on my wound. I reach behind on my back and feel another one there. I lay back again. What do I do now? The Order has fallen, not to mention I still have no idea where in the galaxy I am.

"Lora." Someone walks through the door. "Lora?"

I look at them and see Bail Organa. "What happened?"

"You are safe. You're at my base, only I know about," he explains. Not that it explains much.

"Where's Obi-Wan?" I ask him.

He hesitates. "I'm not sure. He was going to find Anakin. Wherever that might be."

"To kill him," I state.

He gulps. "Yes. That's what I understand." I lift the blanket and try to move. I hiss in pain as it stings. Bail quickly moves to me. "You shouldn't get out of bed."

"I'm a Jedi, I can do this," I tell him.

"You're not a Jedi anymore," he says. He's right. The Jedi Order has fallen, and my title with it. "You need to rest."

I push his hands away as he tries to keep me on the bed. "I will rest when my master is back. Safely."

"Then at least let me help you," he insists. I nod and take a hold of his arm. He slowly helps me stand. It hurts, so bad. But I push through. I try to walk a few steps but I can feel myself growing dizzy. I don't complain as he helps me back into bed. I sit up and he places some pillow behind my back to keep me upright as I don't have the strength to do it myself. At my wish, Bail leaves the room.

I stare out into space blankly. I can repeat whatever has happened in my mind. But nothing takes away from the pain of realizing the effects that it has. Tears run down my cheeks for another time today. I feel pathetic for crying so much. I feel weak. But who is there to judge?

The clones have betrayed us. We've fought beside them for years. And they've betrayed us. Good soldiers follow orders. That was what the clone said when I asked him why he did it. Tup said it after he killed Master Tiplar. Fives warned us something was going to happen. I promised him I wouldn't let him down. But I did. With everything else going on, it got pushed in the back of my mind. Now I wished I hadn't done that. Maybe I could have done something to save us. To save them. It's all my fault. 

Back on Mortis... When Anakin joined the Son, the Father told me he saw his future. Which was what made him join him. He let me know. Maybe to tell me how I should be careful and protect him. But I forgot. I failed. He saw something that was terrible enough to make him fall. He saw this.