Saga Faded Flowers (*ROTS* Padme's Funeral short fic)

Disclaimer: I was sick with the flu when I wrote this. I was trying to think of more ideas for another fanfic. This was a product of looking up historical quotes from my namesake and her family (the Romanovs) and remembering Padme's funeral at the end of ROTS. Please excuse typos or grammer errors. Again, English is not my native language. So without further ado, Anastasia (immortalimp83) proudly presents....

~Faded Flowers~
"A young girl who was called Evelyn had just died. She was lying in the cofen, very pretty. All her things [were] on the same place nothing was changed and even the flower which she gatherd, stood in the glace, but was beginning to faid. Whe[n] she died she was only 16 years old. Ther was a man who loved her without having seen her but new her very well. And she herd of him also. He never could tell her that he loved her, and now she was dead. But still he thought that when he and she will live [their] next life whenever it will be that..."~An uncompleted, strangely prophetic poem by 17 year old Grand Duchess Anastasia of Russia, in her own English. She was executed by the Bolsheviks on July 16, 1918, with her entire family, before she could complete it~

"Goodbye. Do not forget me! Many kisses from all of us to you, my darling."~Her Imperial Highness, the Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaievna Romanova of Russia, winter of 1917 in Ekaterinburg Russia, from her last letter ~
Night had fallen on Naboo, in more ways than one. In many ways, night had fallen on the galaxy. The Republic was dead. A new Empire was rising. But for now, all the citizens of Naboo cared about was saying their final goodbyes to a beloved fallen leader. The leader was now-27 year old Senator Padme Amidala. Many on Naboo had known of her since she was a Queen who had barely turned 14 and yet was known for a wisdom and strength beyond her years. It seems that strength, that had enabled her to fight off a Trade Federation invasion with her odd mix of friends 6 months into her reign, had finally failed her. She lay, pale and beautiful, in her coffin. Her hands clasped a wooden pendant and gently curved over a stomach round with pregnancy. Her hair was carefully curled with the white flowers for which she was named placed lovingly in the dark curls.

Padme Amidala lay unaware of any of this, asleep forever. There was an old Naboo fairy-tale she had loved as a child about a beautiful princess lying locked in sleep until a handsome prince would kiss her and wake her up, and they'd live happily ever after. But though no one knew it, she had found her prince. But there would be no fairy-tale ending for them. No kiss would wake her. Her prince had gone dark. Her fairy-tale, all her hopes and dreams had died the day the Republic did. Her one-true love would soon become one of the most feared men the galaxy had ever known. She would never watch her children grow. Her story was a tragedy that was now at it's end, at least for her.

The people lit their torches and solomnly bore her coffin to the tombs where Padme Amidala would now join the other Royals of Naboo, her forbearers, in eternal slumber. Her family walked behind the coffin, fighting back tears. Her parents, Ruwee and Jobal Naberrie. Her sister Sola with her own children Ryoo and Pooja. They looked at her still body, and reminised. The new Queen, surrounded by her handmaidens, all in Nabooian mourning garb, walked behind them. The new Queen had only met her a few times, but greatly respected the fallen Senator all the same. Many of her aides had served under Queen Amidala and often they looked to Amidala's example when making decisions. Everyone present concluded Padme Amidala was a strong woman who had died much too soon.

Though no one saw him, there was a young man in the crowd. Padme had once said of him that he had "dark curly hair, dreamy eyes". Palo had dated her when she was 12. He had left the Legislative Youth Program they had been in together to become an artist. To his eyes, Padme Amidala n

 

I repeosted this, you'll have to excuse my little typo with the title for this and my other fic "So This Is How Liberty Dies..." I didn't feel like reposting the other one. I accidentally typed ROTJ instead of ROTS. Sorry! ~Anastasia

 

Gosh your stories are all so sad.

Poor Padme. She died with the knowledge that the Republic was dead and Anakin had turned to the dark side.

 

hi, would you ever consider writing original fiction?

your imagination seems to me to run on lyrical and sort-of "old-fashioned" lines.

I'm thinking of the poem by Edgar Allen Poe: Annabelle Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

 

Thanks Ratna! I wasn't expecting to be compared to a poetic (albiet morbid) genius. I wasn't at my best when I wrote this as I have a 104 degree temp, and my english is still sometimes awkward. Russians tend to be very artistic people, excelling in acting, music, figure skating, gymnastics, ballet, etc. So I guess I never really thought about it before. But it sounds like fun. Thanks so much! ~Anastasia

 

That was beautiful. I was watching the SW special on the history chanal last night and they made a point how the lives of the women in the saga paralell and forshadow everything. Women are associated with life and nature like Padme who is from a green planet full of live, when she dies everything becomes steril in the movies until Leia emerges. Vader who 'killed Anakin' and consequently Padme is a steril machine surrounded by a steril enviroment, a stark contrast to Naboo and mother-earth figure Padme. It is all lost untill finally Leia emerges into her own womanhood (gold bikini and falling in love with han in RotJ), that everything goes back to a more natural state (think Endor).

 

Unfortunately, my husband and I don't have cable TV, as we were just married last year and can't afford it. We just bought a new car this week too. So I missed all the Star Wars TV specials. You'd think with 6 people still living at my parent's house someone could figure out how to work the nifty little "record" feature on a VCR, but no...grr. But anyways, at the risk of sounding like a winner on the Academy Awards, I'd like to take this opportunity to give a huge thank you to my wonderful adoptive parents, and my adopted older sisters Olivia, Tanya and Marissa (I love you guys!). And especially to my twin brother Anatoily, I really don't know what I would've done without you. But thanks everyone for taking me to see "another stupid sci-fi movie" (in my exact words) when I was 13 and in 8th grade when the Special Editions came out. Also, you have no one to blame but yourselves for my sometimes annoying geekiness. lol. I love you all! ~Anastasia

 

Your genre is a refreshing change to these boards.

Night had fallen on Naboo, in more ways than one. In many ways, night had fallen on the galaxy. The Republic was dead. A new Empire was rising. But for now, all the citizens of Naboo cared about was saying their final goodbyes to a beloved fallen leader.

You had me hooked from the beginning.

 

The other chapters of my fics will be up soon. I've been away in North Carolina for my grandfather's funeral the past week. Sorry for the dealy! ~Anastasia