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G__Anakin Registered: Apr '06	Date Posted: 12/5/06 2:45pm Subject: RE: Cage of Lies -- A/P, five years post RotS, major AU -- Padme is presumed dead -- Ch.3 UP!! 5.12.
	Great Chapter -----signature----- Knighted by Courtney_Solo - - - My fanfic - - - Jedi Sith - http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=26751105&brd=10476&start=26759554
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HandmaidenVeme Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 12/5/06 9:42pm Subject: RE: Cage of Lies -- A/P, five years post RotS, major AU -- Padme is presumed dead -- Ch.3 UP!! 5.12.
	“Padmé…I’ve … Anakin.” What?! What are the missing words? Padme...I've come to bring you to Anakin? That would be nice. As for Ruwee, if you ask me it's all his fault to begin with. He put doubts in her mind and totally burst her bubble. He should be ashamed of himself! -----signature----- Angel #1 the "Mischievous" one "Anakin Skywalker's Towel Girl" Team Edward!
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Darth_Drachonus Registered: Oct '05	Date Posted: 12/5/06 11:21pm Subject: RE: Cage of Lies -- A/P, five years post RotS, major AU -- Padme is presumed dead -- Ch.3 UP!! 5.12.
	Add me please to the updates. -----signature----- Don't **** with a Jedi Master son-Luke Skywalker
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DragonLotus Registered: Apr '06	Date Posted: 12/6/06 12:53am Subject: RE: Cage of Lies -- A/P, five years post RotS, major AU -- Padme is presumed dead -- Ch.3 UP!! 5.12.
	Woah, that was an evil cliffie. More soon! And thanks for the PM.
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KELIA Title: Fan Fiction Moderator Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 12/6/06 12:35pm Subject: RE: Cage of Lies -- A/P, five years post RotS, major AU -- Padme is presumed dead -- Ch.3 UP!! 5.12.
	Padme's been found! That will probably turn into a good thing. I can't wait to see what the Jedi has to tell her. Her parents were very understanding considering everything Padme decided to keep from them. Great update -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 Undue Circumstances: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28530583/p1/?10
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WANNA-BE-JEDI-KNIGHT Title: Activities Coordinator, Maryland FanForce Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 12/7/06 8:23am Subject: RE: Cage of Lies -- A/P, five years post RotS, major AU -- Padme is presumed dead -- Ch.3 UP!! 5.12.
	I am so enthralled by this story. Please include me on your pm list? -----signature----- "As you enter this life, I pray you depart with a wrinkled face and a brand new heart." -- U2 "You are in my very soul, tormenting me." -- Anakin
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CrazyAni Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 12/13/06 2:05pm Subject: RE: Cage of Lies -- A/P, five years post RotS, major AU -- Padme is presumed dead -- Ch.3 UP!! 5.12.
	Luminara_Kenobi: A chocolate for you for getting the first reply again – a milk one, and a dark one! chocolate There is not much to say about the Jedi – he is not that important. I’m glad you liked the flashback. Thanks a lot for reading, dear! Erised_Star: Hello! Those times were very hard as for Padmé, as for her parents. Just imagine – you know that your daughter is invested in politics perhaps a bit too much. You are worried that she still hasn’t found anyone who she can spend her life with. Then, out of blue, the whole HoloNet is screaming about the marriage: it’s your little daughter’s marriage with none other than…Anakin Skywalker, the Hero With No Fear, a Jedi!! Of course, they disappointed, shaken and extremely worried. As for a happy ending…everything depends on if I want “Change of Fate” to have a happy ending. Thank you so much for reading, dear! VaderLVR64: Wo-hoo, you picked my favourite paragraph from the chapter! Thank you so much for reading. AnakinsFavorite: Hello, there! Oooh, Master, you’re on it. Till the end of the story. Hahaha. My stories can never be good. Thank you so much for reading, and for beta-ing! Kelli_LB: Thanks so much! I’ll try to update more often. Thank you for reading! Star_Angel: Good evening, my friend! You’ll get all your answers in the next chapter. I’m afraid, they’re not as exciting as you’d like them to be. Oh, yeah, I think you know me quite well by now! Padmé’s tortures won’t end in the near future, you’re right in your assumptions. Thank you so much for reading! michaellover: I know you’re frustrated! cookie to make up Everything will be cleared, I promise. Thanks a lot for reading! randomangel22: Hi, there! Yes, your instincts serve you well – Padmé’s life will change … to some extent. I’m glad that you like “my” Padmé – she’s very demanding, and it’s quite hard to get her feelings right. Thank you so much for reading! Jazz_Skywalker: Greetings! Ruwee is just worried about Padmé, somehow you understand his position. He had never expected his little daughter’s future husband be a Jedi, let alone the famous Hero With No Fear. We’ll find out how much Anakin has looked around…and who was (if at all) interested in him. Hope your life – both social and the college – goes well. Thank you so much for reading! G__Anakin: Thanks! HandmaidenVeme: Argh. You’re so close to the truth!! And here am I, hoping that no one would get behind my clever, twisted riddle. Ruwee is certainly at fault here, planting the seed of doubt into Padmé’s heart. But on the other hand, you can’t blame him – he’s just worried very much. Padmé’s marriage came out of blue and it was transmitted throughout the whole HoloNet. Of course, both he and Jobal are shocked, hurt, disappointed, and, of course, happy for their daughter. It’s a very nasty mix. Thank you so much for reading! Darth_Draconus Sure. Thanks for reading! DragonLotus: That wasn’t a cliffie yet, m’dear. Thanks a million for reading! KELIA: That depends on your point of view – it might be a good thing, but it can also be a bad thing. Yes, I think too that her parents are quite understanding, considering the circumstances. However, they are partly at fault. Again, you can’t blame them. Thank you so much for reading! WANNA_BE_JEDI-KNIGHT: Thanks so much! Sure, I’d love to add you to the list. Thank you for reading! -----signature----- Currently chased away from the boards by the Writers' Block Cage of Lies - post RotS A/P - Padme is presumed to be dead http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25632570/p1/ HELP!!!Where is my muse?
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CrazyAni Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 12/13/06 2:18pm Subject: RE: Cage of Lies -- A/P, five years post RotS, major AU -- Padme is presumed dead -- Ch.3 UP!! 5.12. - Date Edited: 12/15/06 2:41am (1 edits total) Edited By: CrazyAni
	Hello! Again, I apologize for the inconvenient delay! I think you know my excuse my now, so I won’t go into any details… Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing! It’s the BEST pre-Christmas present. I’ll try to get the next chapter before I go into the self-imposed exile. Hope you enjoy! Chapter Four The silver light of the three moons disperses throughout the quiet, dark room. The moon’s rays gently caress the Jedi’s perspiration-beaded face and touch my aged hands, which press a wet cloth on his forehead. There is nothing here except for the moon light and the Jedi’s rattling breath. The silver light travels over the humble furniture of my living place, the objects resembling indistinct, sleeping figures in the dim light. Through the open window, I hear the noises of the night ruling over the sleeping planet, but they don’t belong into my world. The high-pitched lonely chirping of birds in the neighbouring forest, occasional light of a speeder, and the gentle fluttering of the wind – this world seems foreign to me, as though there has never been anything different in my life with the exception of the injured Jedi lying on my bed and the almost unnoticeable buzzing of my hoverchair. Kaya had helped me tend the man’s wound and had promptly left, promising not to tell anyone. I believe her – she is not the kind of a person who would betray her friends. Absent-mindedly, I twirl the Jedi’s lightsaber, watching it gleam in the cold, silver light. It reminds me of Anakin’s, yet it is distinctly different – it is smaller, and the design is more delicate. Anakin had never let me toy with his weapon, and then…it had been taken away from him. His weapon, life, destiny… all gone… because of me. Only one kiss, and what a horrible price both of us had to pay for that brief moment of passion. That kiss had killed Senator both Amidala and the Hero with No Fear, setting the future of our future children. After that kiss Padmé and Anakin had nothing but each other left. Apparently, that had not been not enough for me. Everything appeared to have died. Even the wind coming through the open window couldn’t shatter the illusion. It was cold while I rubbed my arms in a vain attempt to warm myself, but I felt too numb to stand up and close the window. I had felt cold ever since I had turned into a disdained nobody from the respected Senator that I once was. The dismal quietness seemed deafening to my ears as I waited for Anakin to return. They say that time cannot be measured when you are worried to the point that you can’t feel anymore. I could have waited years for him, but it could have been mere hours. What did time matter when it was the question of life or death, the most grave trial for our love? Even the baby stopped kicking and waited for its father, as numb and insane with anxiety as I was. Who would be the man who’d enter the door any moment? Would he still be a Jedi Knight, or would he be a nobody, like me? Would he still be a father or just a person who gave life to one of the Jedi yet to be born? Would he still be my husband? Could our love survive if we had no one left? What if all our children were to be taken away from us as soon as they were born? What if we didn’t even have ourselves left? “Padmé,” a quiet voice came from the doorway. I jerked, the baby kicking within me. I wanted to stand up and walk to him, but my body had no strength left. The dark figure on the threshold lowered its head, his golden hair no more gleaming. “Ani.” My voice was just a whisper, thick with anxiety. He crossed the space between us in few steps and lowered himself next to me. My breath choking me, I waited for him to speak. A speeder whooshed dangerously close to my balcony, briefly illuminating his face. It was pale and gaunt – a completely different face than only few hours ago. Anakin put his flesh hand on my belly, and I felt the baby kick under his palm, but the kick had a soft, defeated edge to it. The silence was driving me mad. “Ani, what is it?” I asked anxiously, taking his hand in both of mine. He didn’t indicate that he’d heard me. He continued communicating with the baby on a level that I couldn’t understand. A sinking realisation crawled into my stomach, making it drop to the region of my navel. “You are expelled, aren’t you?” My eyes roamed over his silhouette and stopped at his waist. As long as I could remember, his lightsaber, a sign of belonging to the Order, always hung on his belt. It wasn’t there. Silence was my answer. Closing my eyes so tightly that yellow rings started dancing in the blackness, I pulled Anakin closer into my embrace, burying my face into his hair. His scent was the same as I remembered – soothing, incredibly good and familiar – but I had the feeling as though I had a stranger in my arms. “I still can’t believe that you were right,” Anakin muttered wearily. “What do you mean?” I asked, bewildered, raising my head from my golden pillow. “It is a boy. Luke.” I felt my face stretch into a reluctant smile. “A mother always knows.” Anakin stirred slightly. “So does a Force-sensitive father.” “You’re having twins, Padmé,” he added as I stayed silent, uncomprehending. “A boy and a girl. Luke and Leia.” “How do you- “ “They showed me the midichlorian test. Our children are very powerful, Padmé. And I could sense them now, both of them. They are worried.” I felt the news sink in, very slowly, like a rose petal descending onto the lake surface. “Twins…” “We will never see them grow up. They will never know their parents.” His words, faint and sad, were swallowed by darkness like everything else before. I shook my head back and forth as images of little, beautiful children swirled in my head. What would they look like when they grew up? Would I have a son as strong and handsome as his father, and a daughter, a kindred soul to me? Or would it be another way around? I would never find out. Anakin touched my shoulder. He had never shown any shyness in touching me since our marriage, but this faint touch seemed hesitant, as though I were a stranger to him and not his wife. “We will figure something out, Padmé,” he said softly, trying to be reassuring. He couldn’t fool me. “Nothing has changed. You’re not a Senator any more, and I’m not a Jedi. We still love each other.” I brushed his arm off and stood up. “No, Anakin. Everything has changed.” He cringed at the harshness in my voice, silently demanding me to continue. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. I didn’t realise I was shaking. “Our lives have been turned upside down, and everything is your fault.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. My voice rang with truth, and Anakin stiffened, pain rolling off him in waves. Did I really mean what I said? I knew that I did, but, deep down, a part of me knew I was wrong. Still, I chose to ignore that part of myself as I stood frozen, gauging his reaction. In an exaggeratedly slow movement, Anakin stood up, towering above me. “What do you mean?” His voice was calm, oh so very calm. I knew that tone of voice – it indicated the calm before the storm. I chose my words carefully as I stared at his face, obscured by the shadows. “Ani, your recklessness at the Senate Hall killed us. If only you hadn’t- “ I shook my head back and forth, my mouth pressed into a thin line. The words were left hanging in the air, but he understood. He ran his fingers over his forehead and turned away, walking to the window. “I’m sorry Padmé,” he murmured, nearly inaudible. ”I haven’t seen you in five months-“ His voice trailed away as he watched Coruscant at night, his silhouette a black hole against the neon lights of the city. It was amazing how the capital could have stayed the same sea of lights, as though there had been no attack, no casualties, no broken lives. “I know,” I replied, my voice nearly as quiet as his, but rising with each word. “Do you have any idea how I felt during these long months, alone and scared? You were out there, fighting, and I was alone. Force, I missed you so much!” Anakin didn’t stir, continuing gazing out of the window as though he hadn’t heard a word I said. His gloved hand balled into a tight fist. Why? Why didn’t he say anything? Was it because everything he could say would betray that he didn’t love me anymore? Anakin was a warrior. He couldn’t sit still, he was bored easily. Was my father right - would a quiet life with me be not enough for him? My love was as strong as it had ever been, but would it always stay that way? In few weeks we would move to Naboo, to the place where we had fallen in love with each other three years ago. It was a dream coming true, what I’ve been craving for all these years – only Anakin and I, no one else. What did I care what the rest of the world thought? What did it matter that I was a nobody, and Anakin was no longer a Jedi? Was my love for him was strong enough to survive the fact that our children would be taken away from us? But these little things did matter to me regardless of how much I tried to convince myself otherwise. “Why do I love you so much?” I whispered into the darkness. His fist tightened. I felt myself shaking, but it had nothing to do with the cold wind that continued whirling through the apartment. Anakin was so close to me – I could stretch my hand out and reach him, yet he had never felt so distant, so cold, so foreign. What was he thinking? I didn’t know, and his ambiguous behaviour killed me. I’d read many books about the pain of love, yet none of those eloquent descriptions could match the nauseating, heavy weight in my stomach, and the prickling, agonising fire that spread over my skin. “I hate it that you can hurt me so much,” I choked out, my hand flying to my mouth the moment those fateful words escaped. Anakin seemed to have taken a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. He kept silent, his silence making the weight in my stomach even heavier, even more unbearable. “And I hate myself for loving you so much.” He stiffened, my words sinking in. Very slowly, as though moving in a thick liquid, he turned around, his eyes gleaming. “Why?” Three letters. One simple word. But it was enough to trigger some chain reaction in me, letting out all the conflicting feelings that bubbled up in me for too long. “Because I’m sick of worrying about you so much!” I yelled in a ringing voice, a pain beyond endurance swallowing me. “I’m sick of being scared of losing you to death, or…or- “ My voice trailed away and I paused, inhaling sharply. The shadows seemed to be crawling all over Anakin, suffocating him, as he watched me with the most peculiar expression. His face was a lifeless mask, impeccably carved out of stone by a talented sculptor, but there was a savage fire burning in his eyes. He had never looked more vulnerable and more dangerous, and I had never loved…or hated him more. “Or what?” he asked calmly, his eyes narrowing. I wasn’t Force sensitive, but I could have sworn I could hear the crackling of the air surrounding us, the waves of dark energy swirling with a force of a tornado, and we were at the epicentre. I knew that he would never, ever hurt me, at least physically, yet I could feel the hair on my arms rise as a thrill of genuine fear engulfed me. This only strengthened my resolve. “Of losing you to something worse than death,” I said slowly, each word distinct. I stared deeply into his cerulean eyes, watching the emotions flicker through them – disbelief, hurt, fear, and many others I couldn’t name. For a split second, I believed to see a tinge of yellow colour them, but an instant later I understood that it was only a trick of light. “You’re a dangerous man, Anakin,” I continued as he kept silent. “Think, what would happen if…you turned? Would your love for me turn into hatred? Would you hurt our babies?” When we had been bonded by the sacred ties of marriage three years ago, we had sworn to be honest to each other, but the truth hurt. What was even worse was that I had meant every word I’ve said, and the words that were yet to come. Why couldn’t I believe in my husband in our darkest hour, during the times he needed my support like never before? Why was I so consumed by my own fears that I couldn’t help him? Why did I have to hurt him so much? Why, oh why, was I so cowardly, so unfaithful? I had no answer to these questions. The pain intensified, spreading all over my skin like tongues of flame. I bit my lip, averting my eyes, for I was unable to endure Anakin’s burning gaze any longer. I stared at the floor, unseeingly, every cell of my body screaming at the power of Anakin’s penetrating gaze. The babies kicked me. “Padmé…do you honestly think I could become a Sith?” His voice was quiet and raucous, burning with hurt. My eyes burning viciously, I blinked, still staring at the floor. “I haven’t forgotten what you’ve done on Tatooine,” I whispered, my words shaking the air like an earthquake. An agonised, shocked silence pervaded the room. It was so quiet that the air seemed to ring with our pain. There was no sound of heartbeat, no breathing, no other hints that indicated that there was a world beyond the two of us and my betrayal. “What happened on Tatooine is in the past,” Anakin said slowly, as though trying to convince not only me but also himself. “But it could happen again,” I retorted, still not meeting his eyes. I didn’t want to know what I would read there. “Especially given that I’m not involved in politics any longer, and you have been expelled from the Order. Your dreams and your best friend have been robbed from you.” I took a deep, calming breath, coming to the part of my speech that kept me awake for many nights. “A quiet life with me may not be enough for you.” I continued scrutinising the floor, afraid of his reaction. To my utter astonishment, he laughed. My eyes shot upwards before I realised that, and I found myself gazing into his warm, sparkling blue eyes, all traces of anger gone. “Padmé, you’re everything I need in my life,” Anakin said softly, a ghost of a smile gracing his features. He took a step closer to me and stretched his arm out, touching my face. I tensed from his touch, but he didn’t seem to notice. “I’m incomplete without you. I’ll miss the Order…but as long as I have you, it doesn’t matter. As for Obi-Wan,- “ he chuckled, “ – I won’t be able to get rid of him so easily. He is hurt, and disappointed, but he understands. I think he knew about us even before the whole turmoil started – he even stayed on Coruscant with me instead of going to Utapau and turning Grievous into a heap of a scrap metal.” He smiled again and stroked my cheek, the tenderness of his touch making my eyes burn even more. “I don’t need anything more, Padmé. A quiet life with you on Naboo would be like a dream coming true for me.” I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling my face twist into a mask of pain. I could feel his concerned gaze, but I hadn’t moved or opened my eyes, as a hot, scorching ache spread in waves over my skin. I hated myself with every fibre of my soul for being so shallow, yet there was nothing I could do against it. That was the way I felt, and I wished strongly to be able to change it. “But not for me.” My voice was only a faint whisper, but it was enough. I opened my burning eyes. Anakin stood frozen, his hand a heavy weight on my cheek. “What do you mean?” he asked slowly, blankly. But I could see a comprehension dawning on him at the bottom of his iris. “A life with you may not be enough for me.” His hand dropped to his side. A gust of an icy cold wind fluttered around us, slapping me with its invisible hands. “Anakin, everything I dreamt about as a little girl has been shattered,” I continued, feeling the burning need to explain myself, to justify my feelings to myself. “Dreams of my life helping people, dreams of a true love that would be by my side everyday, supporting me through my daily routines – those dreams were shattered. You came into my life and shattered them.” My vision became obscured, as though there were something inside of my eyes that prevented me from seeing clearly. These were tears. Tears of a traitor. I couldn’t see the features of Anakin’s face – the elegant shape of his eyes, strong jaw, and slightly flawed nose – the features I knew by heart yet never ceased to find some new, undiscovered things each time I looked at him. His dark outline and his gleaming eyes were everything I could see. I couldn’t even make out the dazzling, brilliant blue of his orbs. “I don’t know if my love for you can survive…that.” The dark, blurry outline shifted slightly. “You…don’t …know…if you love me enough?” His voice sounded much higher, much more childish than I was used to. I lowered my head. “I don’t.” There was a pause in which Anakin stared at me for what seemed an agonising eternity. The waves of pain overwhelming me intensified, and the ache was also physical. For a fleeting moment, the veil before my eyes cleared, and I could see his face – handsome as ever, but twisted by pain beyond imagination. At that moment, I knew that the memory of that face would rip through me every time I’d think of him. But I didn’t know that it would be the last time I saw him. Wordlessly, he turned around and walked away, his silhouette growing smaller with each step he took, until he disappeared behind the door. It screamed in a pained hiss behind him. The waves of pain that lapped at me rose higher and swallowed me whole, pulling me under them. I drowned. I haven’t seen him since that day. The pale light of the moons strokes my withered hand with its silver, dead rays as I try to ease the fever of the Jedi. I don’t know him, but I want to heal him with a burning desire so intense I haven’t experienced for five years, ever since I died. His last words brought me both into a stance of pure happiness, for there might be a slight chance that I would see Anakin again. But they also filled me with a feeling of cold dread – the past is about to catch up with me, I can feel it in the silver air. Am I ready for it? Will I ever be ready to become Padmé Amidala Skywalker again? The Jedi draws a ragged, rattling breath, and I hurry to ease his pain. Some part of me craves for forgiveness, to make better for my weakness, and that’s why I am literally obsessed with healing him as best as I can. Maybe, once the Jedi is healed, he can say a couple of kind words about me. Maybe, his words would drive Anakin into forgiving me. But maybe I’ve hurt the person I love more than anything in this world – to ever be forgiven. You hurt only those you love. How much I wished it wasn’t so. *** “How is he?” Kaya asks me when I come down in the late afternoon, having fallen asleep after many hours of watching. “He’s sleeping,” I answer, following her to the middle of the store where stacks of data pads need straightening out. Today, there are many customers in the store, and, of course, many of them don’t possess the appropriate skills of being tidy. “That’s good,” Kaya says absent-mindedly, casting a surreptitious glance at a tall, cloaked man standing with his back towards us. “You sleep today,” she adds with a pointed glance into my direction. “I’ll watch.” I catch a glimpse of my reflection in one of the holo pads. There are deep circles under my eyes, and the creases on my face are even more evident, my hair lying dead on my shoulders. I looked horrible, but, somehow, I couldn’t care less. A fluent grin passes over my face. “And Tilo?” Kaya smirks. “He’ll survive. Besides, you have something to tell me, Padmé.” The tall, cloaked stranger tensed, putting down the holo he had been twirling. I freeze and Kaya raises her eyebrows. “I heard how he called you. Who are you really, Raaja? And who is that Anakin?” My mouth opens, but no words come out. I stare at Kaya, at my only friend, my mind blank. What could I tell her? At this moment, the stranger turns around and I gasp, the thoughts about Kaya leaving my mind. It is Anakin. In the past five years, he hasn’t changed much. His golden hair is shorter than I remember and he’s tanner, but he is still youthful and irresistibly handsome – the same face that haunts me every night. But his eyes are no longer smiling, his face doesn’t shine with love – his features are a stone mask as he stares at me, long and hard. I am frozen. Everything else ceases to exist – Kaya, the store, the customers. I look into Anakin’s cold, expressionless eyes, my mind blank. Somehow, everything seems surreal, and a part of me can’t believe that he’s really there, standing before me. “Ani,” I whisper, stretching my hand to him. It shakes like a lone, withered leaf under a powerful gust of icy wind. He doesn’t move, his brilliant blue eyes – my Ani’s eyes, but at the same time a stranger’s eyes – boring into me, searching for an answer I can’t give. “I think it’s obvious that you don’t suffer from amnesia,” he says at last, his voice hard and unforgiving – the voice he had never used with me. “Ani, I- “ Anakin interrupts me, his face twisted into a horribly forced smile. “There is nothing left to say.” He gives me a last cold look and turns around, leaving the shop before I can even open my mouth to retort. His elegant, powerful stride is a complete opposite to my crippled condition. Frozen, I watch unseeingly the place he was standing only seconds ago, the veil of bitter tears obscuring my sight. My world crumples around me in this suddenly cold, foreign store. -----signature----- Currently chased away from the boards by the Writers' Block Cage of Lies - post RotS A/P - Padme is presumed to be dead http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25632570/p1/ HELP!!!Where is my muse?
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Star_Angel Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 12/13/06 2:41pm Subject: RE: Cage of Lies -- A/P, five years post RotS, major AU -- Padme is presumed dead -- Ch.4 UP!! 13.12
	You were right when you said that the Jedi wasn’t very exiting, but that last part was and that flashback, I’m speechless, it was just, well, everything, I’m just filled with so many different emotions right now. This was fantastic, I must say brilliant, great job as always my friend, and now I’m dying to read more. -----signature----- “It’s not our abilities that shows us what we truly are, it is our choices” – Albus Dumbledor (CoS) <- fanfics/fanart + a funny video in bio SWEDEN HOCKEY forever
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EquestrianJedi07 Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 12/13/06 2:45pm Subject: RE: Cage of Lies -- A/P, five years post RotS, major AU -- Padme is presumed dead -- Ch.4 UP!! 13.12
	Whoa. Just whoa. And I can't believe I missed two updates! Actually, if you hadn't PMed me by accident, I might've never found this again... so, thank you And actually, while you're at it, I would love to be on the PM list for real, if you don't mind -----signature----- "All who gain power are afraid to lose it." ~ROTS Star Wars, Harry Potter, and horses for life! "That was like 'Empire Strikes Back' cool!" ~Alias e-sis to Crystal, Maddie, and Dee ~Member of Vader's Mousedroid Society~
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Erised_Star Registered: Apr '06	Date Posted: 12/13/06 2:52pm Subject: RE: Cage of Lies -- A/P, five years post RotS, major AU -- Padme is presumed dead -- Ch.4 UP!! 13.12 - Date Edited: 12/13/06 3:07pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Erised_Star
	Oh, such a sad update!! But brilliantly written as always! I'm just crying right now Poor Anakin! Why did Padmé say those things? She loves him right? She always has. And Ani was there!!!?? And he left!? They have to meet again! Thay have to talk!! Thanks for the pm, my friend! And I found your reply somewhat (very!) concerning! Do you mean that you will only have a happy ending on ONE of these amazing stories!? You can't mean that, right? Sorry for the rambling The chapter was amazing -----signature----- All that was good within him came from her. Moments like this reminded him that her joy, and not the Chosen One's destiny, was his life's work. All else was an illusion. - Anakin thinking about Padmé (Shawn30) Anakin & Padme 4ever
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Jazz_Skywalker Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 12/13/06 3:14pm Subject: RE: Cage of Lies -- A/P, five years post RotS, major AU -- Padme is presumed dead -- Ch.4 UP!! 13.12
	Oh, Padme...what a mess you're in now... Why oh why did she have to say that she couldn't live with just Anakin? It might have been true, but she could be angst free.... (of course, then we'd have no story ) jazz -----signature----- currently working on NaNo 2007 (won) 11/24: 50,000+!
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jedilegolas Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 12/13/06 4:15pm Subject: RE: Cage of Lies -- A/P, five years post RotS, major AU -- Padme is presumed dead -- Ch.4 UP!! 13.12
	Wow! What an interesting idea for a story and what a wonderful story it is! May I be added to the PM list?
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michaellover Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 12/13/06 4:28pm Subject: RE: Cage of Lies -- A/P, five years post RotS, major AU -- Padme is presumed dead -- Ch.4 UP!! 13.12
	oh my Well Padme, you were a little harsh last time, and now, what were you expecting?? a hug and and I love you? -----signature----- Vicki: I'm busting your chops for talking about demons and I was out hunting a vampire Henry: I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. Okay? Vicki: You believe in vampires Henry: I am a vampire.
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Kelli_LB Registered: Jun '06	Date Posted: 12/13/06 4:41pm Subject: RE: Cage of Lies -- A/P, five years post RotS, major AU -- Padme is presumed dead -- Ch.4 UP!! 13.12
	Oh my goodness, that was sad. Please do not keep us waiting long for the next chapter, that was some cliffhanger. Great work! -----signature----- Winner of the 2007 Saga Fanfic Awards for Best Villain. The Legacy: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/248894 "I'm babbling on about galactic prostitution...and that's not why you're here! You're here for battle." --The Knudson Menace
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