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  • How It All Went Down Differently Chapter 1: How It All Went Down Differently, a star wars: the clone wars fanfic

    [ad_1] Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, any of it. I also don’t own the cover image. I apologize for any mistakes. Anakin Skywalker was dead. They had announced it on the holo-net this morning. Everyone mourned the passing of the Hero with No Fear. Padawan Ahsoka Tano sat alone in the dark in her room. She mourned the death of ‘Skyguy’, who had always been a brother to her. Master Obi-Wan Kenobi mediated for days on end. No one dared to disturb him. Senator Amidala of Naboo stared longingly out her balcony and not even her handmaidens knew why. None asked. And Count Dooku of Serenno gazed out his starship, smirking wickedly. Master Skywalker of the Jedi Order hung unconscious from a containment field, a force-inhibitor cuff around his wrist and a shock-collar around his neck. Anakin- It was pain that brought me back, a white-hot agony that had seeped into my very bones and crawled into my mind, pounding to be let out. I opened my eyes slightly and meet the cold black eyes of another, of Count Dooku. “Forget all you know, Skywalker. It is nothing but a memory now.” He slapped me with the back […] More

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  • Before it was Broken, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] Title: Before it was BrokenRating: GTheme: LettersElements: Thank you letterBeta: Raksha and Virtuella. With grateful thanks. These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain. Arwen could delay the dreaded task no longer. Eldarion was asleep, watched over by his nurse, Estel was at a meeting of the Council, she had no engagements that morning, and for once, no one was desiring an audience with the Queen of Gondor and Arnor. Sighing, Arwen sat down at her desk and dipped the quill in the ink. She had told Estel of her dilemma over breakfast that morning, but her husband had simply laughed. “It cannot be that bad,” he had said. “A simple note of thanks will suffice.” “But the Peredhil do not lie!” Arwen had protested. “It is truly hideous! Yet, I would not hurt the feelings of two kind and well meaning friends.” “You excel at diplomatic skills,” Estel had assured her. Then with a kiss on her cheek and another on Eldarion’s dark curls, he was gone, leaving Arwen with the object of her nightmares. The Queen studied the vase again. ‘Hideous’ was only one […] More

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