❝𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧.❞
Etta Novak is a gifted young Jedi Knight who's been sent on a mission to protect Senator Amidala.
After the attempt on Senator Amidala's life, Etta meets Anakin Skywalker. The cocky Chosen One who alw...
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𝙽 𝙸 𝙽 𝙴
MY SPEEDER SLOWS AS IT APPROACHES MR LARS' HOUSE. Anakin does the same as I glance at back at him. My eyes trail over to the body that is laid carefully on the back of the speeder. I slowly park the speeder and move over to see if he needs any help.
He descends from the speeder and picks up his mother's body. The family move out of the house from the sound of us returning and stare at the body in Anakin's arms. He moves past them all and goes inside of the building.
My eyes trail over him and Padmé looks at me, along with everyone else. They want to know what happened. I clasp my hands together as I recall the events in my mind. "When we got there, I could feel Miss Skywalker's life force draining through the Force. I was able to locate which tent she was in and Anakin went inside first as I kept guard outside."
"As her life started to disappear I went into the room and managed to heal her for a few moments. She wanted me to stop, as she didn't want me to waist my energy on her. She passed soon after." I don't mention anything about what Anakin did, nor me managed to bring her back to life.
Older Mr Lars nods his head with tears welling in his eyes. "I see... thank you, for bringing her back." He clears his throat and his levitating wheel chair moves him back into the hut. Younger Mr Lars and Miss Beru nod their heads to me. "Thank you." He says before following after his father.
Padmé turns to look at me, and steps towards me. She places her hand on my forearm. "Are you alright, Etta?" She asks me and I swallow, nodding my head. "Yes, but I best see how Anakin is doing." I say and Padmé stops me gently. "You must rest, the both of you. You were out all night." She says to me and the wind blows through my ginger curls.
Padmé lets out a long sigh. "I'll prepare something for the both of you," I give her a small smile and nod. "Thank you, Padmé." She gives me a smile in return and walks back into the hut. I follow after her and feel through the Force for Anakin, but the tugging feeling leads me towards him.
I find him tinkering with something and I observe his actions. "What are you doing?" I ask him, curiously and he glances at me. "The shifter broke." He takes in a breath and looks back down at the object he fixes. "Life seems so much simpler when you're fixing things." I step closer to him, looking at him softly.
"I'm good at fixing things." He calls out and looks back at me. "Always was." He adds and his voice wavers. Sadness washes over him and the pull in the force is tugging me closer to him. "Why did she have to die?" He asks me, and I watch him carefully. "Why couldn't I save her?" It was me who couldn't save her.
"I know I could have! I could have helped you heal her..." his voice trails off and his eyes lower. He takes a step away from me, turning his back towards me. "There are things that no one can fix. We both tried to help her, but neither of us are all powerful." I can hear him sniffle and his hatred swarms within him.
"Well, I should be!" He calls out and turns to look at me, tears are streaming down his face. "Someday I will be." I stare deep into his eyes. "I will be the most powerful Jedi ever." He calls out to me and my heart pounds harshly as I stare at him.
I close my agape mouth and swallow. "I promise you, I will even learn to stop people from dying. Much like you can." I don't know why I can, no other Jedi I know can. And I haven't told anyone this, not even my Master. But I must, I must talk to Master Windu about this.
"Anakin, you will continue to grow with guidance. I know that you will be able to do this in the future. But that time isn't now." His rage grows. "It's all Obi-Wan's fault! He's holding me back!" He swings an object into the corner of the room and I move closer to him.
"If you believe that, tell him." I say softly and he glances at me. "I had to tell my Master that I thought I wasn't ready when he said I was for the title of a Knight four years ago." Master Windu had brought up the conversation when I was thirteen. I was an exceptional Padawan, but I felt as though I wasn't ready.
I told that to him and we came with an agreement. As I had completed the Jedi Trials, all I had to do now was beat him in duels ten times in a row. This was more complicated than it seemed. Anytime I lost, I would restart the count. But this was a good thing as it allowed me to improve.
A few months ago was when I gained my title after I successfully beat him in ten consecutive duels. "If you believe you are being held back, or you want more training, tell Master Kenobi and I'm sure he will help you. He's helped you this much for ten years, and you've developed into a wonderful Jedi from his training." I speak softly and his rage slowly calms down but it remains there.
"I killed them..." he whispers upon realisation of his previous actions. "I killed them all. They're dead. Every single one of them." His hatred builds up. "I know, Anakin." I reply and my chest rises and falls quickly. I am exhausted and starving, I feel as though I will collapse.
"And not just the men-" he shakes his head and hatred grows behind his eyes. "-but the women... and the children too. They're like animals, and I slaughtered them like animals! I hate them!" His lip quivers and tears slip down his face. I can feel Padmé approach us with a tray of food in her arms but she waits outside.
Anakin sits himself on the ground with an exhale and I move to sit beside him. "I don't understand when I feel emotions. But I can feel your anger. And I know that it is in the code to not have anger, but I believe that is what makes you human." I whisper out softly and he stares at me, I'm unable to meet his eyes and I fumble with the fabric of my robe.
I move my hands and carefully wrap them around his neck. I'm trying to comfort him. His arms instantly wrap around my waist and he sobs into my chest. I smooth my fingers down his hair, holding his tightly. "It's okay, let it all out." I whisper and spot Padmé place the tray of food on the side before leaving us alone.
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
I rest my arms behind my back as I watch Older Mr Lars speak words on his wife's grave. The slab of stone stands upwards and Anakin makes his way forward, crouching opposite it. He moves onto his knees and takes sand in between his right hand.
"I wasn't strong enough to save you, mom." He whispers out, staring at the stone. "I wasn't strong enough." He repeats, his voice quiet. Sadness radiates off him and travels towards me through the Force. "But I promise, I won't fail again." He takes in a deep breath and stands up, staring down at the grave.
"I miss you..." he whispers out. "So much." He adds and R2 moves over to us. "R2? What are you doing here?" Padmé asks the droid, confused. He beeps and my eyes widen. Anakin moves over to me as C3PO announces that Obi-Wan has a message.
Him, Padmé and I make our way to the ship. Anakin walks ahead of us, his cloak swaying out beside him. His rage hasn't decreased, and I know that he will be angry. But this amount of fury is worrying me.
