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Saga Free me (please) - Anakin's story as you may imagine it told directly to you

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction- Before, Saga, and Beyond' started by mujapple-juicey, Jul 29, 2008.

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    mujapple-juicey Jedi Master star 4

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    Imagine, my friend, that we are the wrong pair.
    Close your eyes if it helps.
    That we, together, were thrown into utter darkness.
    Above us, things are happening.
    Below us, the world is still.
    It holds its breath. Never letting it go.
    Imagine, that we were in that nuetral territory where nothing happens.
    Nothing happens, but the world is not still.

    Imagine, that we were nothing near eachother.
    Perhaps, light and dark.
    Together we make shadows.
    But we need eachother.
    Reflection and source.
    Better, but no.
    Life and death.
    Too unanimous.
    There is nothing, my friend, to bridge our gap.
    Our flaw.
    Imagine that you asked me why.
    That I can not answer.

    But for now, the world above us is fading into a hollow tomb.
    A galaxy twisting with the fate of one.
    Recognized as hope.
    But no hope is pure.
    Hope. Even hope, has darkness, my friend.
    You are my friend.
    That is the only reason I will ever tell you this.
    Yet this is your imagination.
    I am from your imagination.
    Without you, I will not be here.
    I am Anakin Skywalker.
    This is my story.

    Come nearer.
    Closer. Than you have ever been to anything.
    That's about good, stop now.
    Thank you.
    I am telling you my tale.
    Here in the darkness, where no one can hear.
    Except you, my friend.
    And I.
    While who I am to become in your imagination is ruining the world above us.
    While the Jedi crumble like melting ice, we are here.
    An amazing nightmare is heading our way.
    You know we must hurry.
    So let me.
    After all, you are imagining me.
    You are you.
    Without you, I am nobody.
    And I still am.

    I was the hope, my friend.
    The light.
    The dream, though blemished.
    Imagine you asked me a ridiculous question.
    I may answer yes.
    I may answer no.
    I may not answer at all.
    What do you imagine?

    I rose.
    In height if literally, but in spirit too.
    Yet that risen spirit within me was forced to snuff out.
    A harsh wind you may say.
    A harsh wind dotted with coarse sand.
    Disintegrated, only to to return.
    I had dreams.
    Some were intriguing.
    Compelling.
    Generous.
    Beautiful.
    And some were painful.
    Torturous.
    What do you want?
    My life was what you imagined.

    So I continue on with this, as you may imagine.
    A Jedi picks me up.
    He believed in me.
    Not who I became.
    Not who hid within me and struck inside out when I was most vulnerable.
    And so did she, I believe.
    The queen.
    The handmaiden.
    The senator.
    Overall, let's just say the angel.
    She did so, trusted me.
    But not at first.
    Imagine me now, clearer than ever before, the amateur boy who felt the world has dropped scoulding stones

    upon his vortex.
    At least she came to love me later.
    That angel.

    So I became my own dream.
    A Jedi.
    But I lost that man who trusted me.
    I believed I did.
    And I was different.
    I was that hope.
    Some hope that had a dream.
    And I was a Jedi.
    Imagine me so.
    You are the one that has imagination.
    I am just telling you what you are imagining.
    Yet you imagined me.
    Everything I said sprouted form a singular root.
    That dream that formed from imagination.
    I was from there.
    I was imagined by someone with powerful dreams.
    Only the powerful can can imagine the best.
    Or so I was imagined to believe.

    I was a Jedi.
    But I still had many flaws.
    Flawlessness is a flaw, but my flaws were different.
    Flaws that were sins.
    Which made the flaws greater.
    Imagine that it were a tidal wave to succumb the aura.
    The hope.
    The light.
    Me.

    One flaw was cracked when my mother died.
    Another in my marriage.
    That shadow that followed me wherever there was light.
    It grew stronger.
    I didn't want it to.
    I was imagined to.
    And imagination can be deadly.
    Powerful.
    Forceful.
    And me swallowed by my shadow, it is dark within a shadow.
    Like it is dark here.
    They imagined it.
    They imagined me.

    And so I am here.
    Breaking the shadows with my tale.
    From then on, the story is Vader's.
    But you have imagination.
    Right?
    Can you imagine free frem this choking grasp within my own shadow?
    Will you?
    You may ask me why.
    I do have a reason.
    You have imagined Luke.
     
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