I watched as my son continued to burn, I had so wanted to turn my eyes away, but I could not take them away from the scene unfolding before my eyes. I have seen so much death. Most of my friends and family are gone. And it was all because of the lies woven by the lips of a powerful Sith Lord, trained in the arts of politics. A Sith Lord now rules the galaxy. There is nothing worth fighting for anymore. All sparks of hope for this war to end has run its fuse.

Feeling the sting of my tears burning my cheeks as they continue to fall. The pain of my heart, my hope, and may dreams are no more. They have all been burnt away by what the son of my heart, has done.

How wrong am I, to call this man my son? When it is obvious that man I had once knew has been consumed by this Darth Vader, my brother’s evil persona.

There is nothing to fight for in a galaxy where the former guardians of peace and justice of the Republic are no more then a story handed down to the next generations to come.

Hearing the screams from my brother, as he continues, is intolerable and I don’t even know what had caused myself to run to my brother’s aid, when it is quite clear that I am risking a lot to save what is left of my son, his brother, my best friend, before there is nothing worth saving.

Hot tears are burning my eyes as got I closer to the boy I had once trained. Choking on a forbidden sob as my heart continues to break into more pieces.

Still not completely believing what I have done to the man I had once known. How could a father harm his own child so? No father should have to see their child suffer in such pain, even if it were the father’s fault.

Why doesn’t the Force have a simple explanation behind all of this? Why does it remain so silent? When it’s Chosen One has fallen and is now on the brink of death.

“I am sorry An. . . .” Surprised, but not that surprised when the will to speak is no longer an option. Everything that I have known is now to stranger to me.

I cannot take this anymore. I can’t just stand by, doing nothing, while my brother has just taken his last breath. Those eyes that had burned like a demon’s eyes are now back to its original colour. Back to the colour of a sapphire blue, to the eyes that have enchanted everyone are no longer so bright. The life Force of my brother is no longer there to be felt.

Danger is vastly approaching from the behind, but I take no notice of the looming threat. My brother is dead and I clutch his head, as I have done for my father, and I wept. I no longer cared if it were not the behaviour of a Jedi. For the Jedi are no more.

My heart is crying along with me and I swear that I could hear the Force crying for its fallen child.

The Republic will still be doomed to fall. With or without the Emperors help and Anakin would’ve still fallen, no matter what I could have done to prevent my brother to fall so hard. Why couldn’t Anakin come to me for some advice, when he knew that I would do my best to give it to him.

Is it all because of Padme? Is it because of the Council’s failure to listen to my brother’s cry? Is it because I was too strict, too emotionless and not allowing myself to show some weaknesses around the kid.

I would’ve liked to hear what the Emperor is saying to him, but I couldn’t care less. I no longer want to care. Why couldn’t I show my love for Anakin sooner? Could it have been what Anakin had searching for so long.

I didn’t feel the pain of the Force-lightning striking me straight into my chest. Forcing me to let of my beloved brother’s burnt body as the lightning continues to strike at him. The Emperor is relentless, he doesn’t like the fact that his new apprentice had failed to kill off the last of the Jedi. how I wish I could smile at that, but I could no longer smile.

I couldn’t do anything anymore. for everything has gone so numb. I could no longer catch my breath, my tears have ceased to fall and I knew that my time is up.

How poetic it must seem for the Emperor and his clones? To have seen “the Negotiator” and “the Hero With No Fear” lying side by side each other. I would have loved to see where my head fallen, but I could no longer see anything. I was walking so blindly for awhile now that I couldn’t even see Anakin’s faults so brightly. If I weren’t so blind.

Could I have caught my son before he had fallen to far?

How ironic it must be for all that have known us. The ultimate team. I have joked many times that Anakin will be the death of me one day. How right was I?

So here do us lay. Side by side. Together we have fought side by side as equals and so in death, we must join the Force as equals.

Forever and ever.

Lest we are forgotten.

But, we will always be remembered as the Negotiator and the Hero With No Fear. The ultimate team. We were closer than brothers once and I will never regret taking on an apprentice, that was Anakin Skywalker.

And so is this where our destinies have brought us to. For some strange reason I do not feel as though I am meant to stay for another higher purpose. Was I destined to live as an exile. Waiting for the hope for the Jedi to grow. To see the hope of the galaxy to kill, what I should never have done.

Will Anakin ever forgive me. Will I be able to forgive myself. Am I to be doomed to doubt myself for all eternity?

It is too late to think. For I am already dead. Killed by my brothers’ new Master.

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The End