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.
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 of his hand on my face and I slipped back into the darkness of comatose.
I’ve been mulling over this for the past… three years? Anyway, I hope you like it! Sorry that it’s short.
Curated with permission from author