(3rd Installment of After series.)
*COVER IMAGE FROM PINTEREST*
3 years ago, Lucy left Ezra and the Rebellion behind in an attempt to discover herself.
Now, the Empire has been defeated, and Lucy is still alone.
But, the Force still has plans for...
Okay, so I know, double update, y'all must be hating me right now.
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I love GIFs!
Anyway, I wanted to start off by talking about the Star Wars Rebels season 3 premiere. Or more specifically, the preview that came after. I was so excited about the premiere, and I thought it was so good. But, then I saw the preview. As I was watching that, I thought it was pretty cool. But, then they said red blade. I have literally had people point this out to me and I was so excited!
When I heard red blade, I was like
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And then, it was revealed the red blade was Maul and I was like
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And then, I had people ask me if I could tell the future. I first used the phrase red blade in the middle of season 2, and I had no idea it would have this much of an impact in the actual series as there being an actual red blade and that actual red blade being Maul. . .
If he tries to blow up anything I am packing up and moving to. . . where should I move to if I figure out I can tell the future with my writing? Alaska? Russia? The Netherlands? I don't know, BUT I COULD TELL THE FUTURE! Maybe LucasFilm should hire me?
Or I could just move on with my life and believe it was just an awesome coincidence. . .
Oh well! You came for the update! It will be short today, more of an inner thinking, because I am short on time at the moment. Other words, too busy. Here you go! Brought to you by your local sorceress!
Anakin's POV
I sat, meditating, thinking.
My last nineteen years of my life had been a waste. Well, a waste up until the last part. I had gotten to see my son overcome pressure I had fallen into. I had found out I had not one, but two children, and they had both chosen the Light.
And every single day of my afterlife I regretted everything that brought them harm.
I had never even exercised the idea that somehow they survived, when Padme did not. I had never thought that maybe I still had family. I was only furious she was dead. I was furious that I killed her.
My life had been a roller coaster ever since I was born. It was down when being a slave, and shot up when I became a Jedi, and went this way and that ever since until finally, I stayed down for a long, long time, but was able to shoot up for one short, last time.
But, at least, I was able to see my son victorious, for one last time.
Ever since then, I had wondered, pondered, obsessed over how Padme had felt. How she had felt when I turned, watching our children grow up without us. Seeing them fight for freedom. Seeing me finally come back to the Light. Seeing our children win their fight, making things better for others.
Padme was always the political type. Me, aggressive negotiations. Luke and Leia, a little bit of both. They were perfect children, my children. The best a parent could ask for. It was not their fault that they had a dysfunctional father who could not even handle himself.
But, now I have a chance to change that. I have a chance, through Ezra and Lucille, to change that, and make sure Luke and Leia do not stray from the Light.
