These short ficlits were written some time ago. I had hoped to make them a series, but I got sidetracked onto other projects. I am going to post the two I have written. If you are interested in adding on, you are welcome to. The rules are simple: One word title, one post long, thoughts of a character at a particular moment in time, written in first person. Here's the first I wrote. I'll post the other one soon. Enjoy. Title: Life Author: Greencat336 Character: Yoda Rating: G Note: Just for the ease of reading, this is in standard English rather than Yoda speak. Summary: Yoda?s thoughts while waiting on Dagobah ********* I am surrounded by life. Trees, old when I was a babe, stretch into the sky and bury their thick roots into the rich soil. So many different creatures, flying, crawling, swimming. Each a separate individual, but still interconnected. Each a part of the Living Force. I am surrounded by life, yet always death clings to me like a shroud. Death is no stranger to me. In my 900 years how many have I known, seen or caused to cease living? Always, I accepted it as part of the order of the universe. Physical matter was finite. Only the Force was infinite. When the crude matter of the body no longer functioned, did not the luminous spirit become one with the Force? ?There is no death, there is only the Force.? One of the first things I was taught as a child. One of the first things I taught my own students. But there are times when my faith weakens. Times when the murder of ten thousand Jedi screams at me that there is death. The death of hope. I remind myself of the two on which we few remaining remnents of a once proud order have placed such hope. That these two, unknowing of the destiny planned for them by people they have never met, will one day reestablish the old ways. Reestablish, not restore. How could all that was lost be restored? How could all those lives, each unique and precious, how could they be restored? I see their deaths, each and everyone. My abilities in the Force allow me to see in the past what I was not witness to when it was the present. And my heart cries out for justice. Or at least I tell myself it is the desire for justice. Revenge is not the way of the Jedi. Perhaps that ideal has also been destroyed. Do we seek justice or revenge? The lies we plan to tell the boy, encouraging his hate and a desire to avenge a father he thinks Vader killed. Never mind Obi-Wan?s clever tricks of phrasing. Perhaps Obi-Wan was wiser to choose a world with so little life on it. So few reminders to mock what once was. I am surrounded by life, but all that exists for me is their deaths.