It’s been two years now. Two years since I returned to Ordon village. When I first came back, I didn’t know what to do. Ilia, she pulled me back to the world. She saved me.
Ever since then, our relationship has been strong. Very strong. A couple days ago, while we were washing Epona like we always do, a thought struck me. Since I moved back, my life has slowly evolved to revolve around a center, and Ilia is that center. If you took her out, I literally don’t know what I would do.
So I’ve come to a conclusion. I can’t let her leave me. I want her to be mine, forever. We’re both nineteen now, so we’re not too young anymore. It is time. It is.
I wake in the dark of night and saddle up Epona for a special ride. To Castle Town. Since I can talk to Epona while I’m a wolf, she was able to glean things about Ilia that she wouldn’t say to my face. Like how Ilia likes daisies and lilies. And white pearls that aren’t too big.
I get to Castle Town in the early hours of the morning and head straight for the jeweler’s. I walk up to the man behind the counter. “I don’t suppose you have rings? With white pearls embedded into it that aren’t big.”
“Yes siree.” He reaches under the counter and winks. “You’ll do great, son. Keep up your courage and ask her right out.”
I immediately turn red. “How did you know I was buying an engagement ring?”
“Young, strapping lad like you buying a delicate, tasteful ring in the wee hours of the morning? Easy. And don’t you worry son, no girl in her right mind would turn a fella like you down.”
“I hope not.” I pay for the ring and get out of there fast. It’s getting late, and Ordon is hours away. I gallop back, pick the necessary flowers, and unsaddle Epona so Ilia won’t suspect anything. I sit in my house and force myself to stay calm. I hear her lead Epona to the water and I follow after a minute later, ring in pouch and flowers in hand.
At the gate I stop and breath. This is it. I round the bend. “Good morning, Ilia,” I say. She turns and sees the flowers.
“Are those for me? Oh, thank you, Link!” She runs forward and I hold them out to her. She sniffs them. “They’re beatiful. I didn’t think anyone but Epona knew I liked these. And as you know, Epona can’t talk.” Burn. Ilia knows I can talk to Epona. My ears are now so hot I think there might be smoke coming from them.
“Heh. Actually, I was thinking Epona might like to take a stroll over to Faron woods.” I look right at Epona. “Alone.” Epona knows what I mean. She leaves.
Ilia looks at me quizzically and blushes. Nayru above she is cute when she blushes. Right. Keep talking, Link, you’re doing great. “Yeah, I sorta thought you might like these.”
Now’s the time, Link. Just do it. Farore help me now. “And there’s something else I thought you might like too.” I get down on one knee and reach for the ring. Ilia holds the flowers in one hand and puts the other to her mouth in shock. Hopefully pleased shock. I hold out the ring.
“Ilia, will you marry me?”
Ilia doesn’t say anything immediately. Eventually she is able to whisper. “Yes. Oh yes.” A little louder, “Yes, Link, I will marry you!” She drops the flowers, takes the ring, and flings her arms around me. I return the embrace wholeheartedly. She’s mine now. Forever. I did it.
“Ilia, I love you so much. I’m so glad you said yes. I was afraid you’d say no.”
“I was so afraid you’d never get up the courage to ask. I’m so glad you did. I love you too, Link. So much.”
“So you don’t mind marrying the Chosen Hero of the Goddesses?”
“Mind? I don’t care, as long as you’re my Link. And most woman would find that to be a plus, if you didn’t know.”
“I don’t care.”
“Neither do I.”
Monthly Archives: April 2014
Hello, my current 28 followers, either WordPress or Email-only! Firstly of course I’d like to say thank you for taking the time to follow and support this blog. It means a lot to me. 🙂
Now though, I have some news. Good news, really, but with a bit of an unfortunate side effect. My family is buying our first home! It’s a very exciting process that we hope to complete by the end of this school year. But here comes the side effect…
I have to pack. We’ve lived in one place for over 6 years now, and moving out is proving to be even harder than I’d anticipated. While I am keeping up with school, packing is taking up the majority of my time. Which means that writing time is basically going out the window.
Now, now, it’s not as bad as all that. I actually still have a bunch of old one-shots stored up on my computer, so I’ll be able to maintain one fanfic every Thursday at 6:00 Los Angeles time. However, my current story arch, “If Things Had Been Different,” is going on an indefinite hiatus till I can actually write again.
So, to those of you who were interested in that arch… sorry. I’m gonna really try to get that back up as soon as possible, but right now I simply can’t do it all.
Thank you for understanding. I really love seeing your comments, and I love hearing from any and all of my followers. Stay awesome! ❤
It’s Easter Sunday! (Or, well, was… sorry I couldn’t get this up earlier today…) Easter is a time of eggs, bunnies, spring, rebirth, and…
The resurrection of Jesus Christ. In the end, all those other things can be fun, but they are nothing in comparison with Christ. Our Savior who willingly suffered the most excruciatingly painful death history had devised at that time for your, and my, sin. He was perfect. And He gave Himself up so that we could spend eternity with Him.
I am being raised in the church, and I get this message preached to me every year. I knew the Sunday school version by heart, word for word. And I think that oftentimes knowing these facts so well, knowing John 3:16 by heart, can weaken the meaning. It becomes old news. It becomes a repetitive Bible story. But it’s not. It is the greatest and most perfect display of agape love that there ever was or will be.
This Easter, just consider that for a moment. It’s so easy to let “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whomever believes in Him shall never die but have eternal life” drone on in your head as just noise. But really, the meaning of those words is so incredibly profound that I don’t think any human mind can truly come to comprehend it. God, the literal definition of perfection, loved the very people who had rejected Him so much that He gave up His Son for us.
That is a miracle. And it is one worth remembrance.
Happy Easter, friends. And may your year be blessed. ❤
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whomever believes in Him shall never die, but have eternal life.” – John 3:16
Anakin still shivered as he tinkered with the Twilight, safe in the Republic cruiser. That… place—was it even a planet?—called Mortis that Ahsoka, Obi Wan, and he had just escaped from haunted him. According to Obi Wan, the Son had managed to control him and use him for the Dark Side. He’d been shown things he shouldn’t have been, things that were unnatural. Anakin couldn’t remember his brief time serving under the Son, but he’d heard enough to guess.
After Obi Wan had rescued him and he was again Anakin Skywalker, he’d noticed a slight change in Ahsoka’s behavior. It was slight, and not even Obi Wan had picked up on it, but Anakin didn’t like it. Fear. As near as Anakin could figure, while he was under the Son he’d done some pretty awful things. Things that his young padawan’s eyes shouldn’t have seen.
Ahsoka. Still so young. Smirking proudly to the engine he was working on, Anakin thought about how young and yet how capable his student was. He, Obi Wan, and occasionally even Padme had worked tirelessly to make her the best that she could be, and she had no problem meeting the challenge. Ahsoka was something to be proud of.
And yet, while they were stranded on that planet, she had been taken by the Son as well. She’d been forced to helplessly battle Anakin himself without even knowing what she was doing. She had died in Anakin’s own arms! Anakin was worried that seeing his darker self had been too hard on Ahsoka, but he knew for a fact that seeing Ahsoka’s darker self had been too hard on him.
It was just a trick, Anakin reminded himself. Just a mind trick. Ahsoka was nothing like that. But wasn’t she? There was a dark side in everyone, and just because it didn’t have the upper hand in Ahsoka didn’t mean that it wasn’t a part of her.
He’d fought Ahsoka. He knew intellectually that what he was fighting hadn’t been Ahsoka and that he had had no other choice, but he’d still fought his little Ahsoka. Secretly Anakin was impressed by how strongly she was able to stand against him. Anakin wasn’t pulling punches and Ahsoka wasn’t an easy target. But the vision of little Snips having such hatred—hatred for him—in her eyes and on her face would never leave him.
Worst of all were the things she’d said. Anakin didn’t want to remember it, but out of nowhere he started to hear the voices again.
Anakin had walked up to Ahsoka’s turned back as she sat in meditation. “Ahsoka? Ahsoka, it’s me, you’re safe now. Let’s go,” he said, holding out a hand, wanting her to take it and knowing somehow that she wasn’t going to.
“Are you proud of me, Master?” she said instead.
“What?” Anakin gulped. This didn’t seem like Ahsoka, not at all. What had the Son done that could ever make her question that? There was only one answer, of course. “Um, of course, Snips! Of course I’m proud of you, now let’s get out of here!”
“He’s right. Right about everything,” Ahsoka said as she stood and turned around to reveal the yellow eyes that tensed every one of Anakin’s muscles. “You must join him. He only wants what’s best for the universe,” she finished, contorting her body like a little girl in emotional blackmail… which Ahsoka knew Anakin had a hard time resisting.
What had the Son done to her? Anakin was already worried sick about the kind of torture she could have gone through, but this was something else. This wasn’t his Ahsoka at all. “Hey, what’s wrong with you?”
“Always with the criticism, Master. Never really believing in me, trusting me!” That wasn’t true! Anakin did trust her, trusted her with his life! According to the Council, he trusted her too much! “Well, I don’t need you any more.”
No. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t his Snips. The Son had done something. Confused her. Anakin tried and failed to hide the panic as it crept into his voice. “Ahsoka. Ahsoka, listen to me. He’s done something to you. Snap out of it! This isn’t you, Ahsoka!”
“Isn’t it? I feel more like myself than I ever have. He asked me to give you a message. He said if you don’t join him, he will kill me.” She chuckled slightly as she taunted the last line. She didn’t know what she was saying. She couldn’t know.
“I won’t let him,” Anakin responded simply. Because he would never join with the Son willingly. And he would never allow Ahsoka to die.
“Then you will be forced to kill me!” shouted Ahsoka at the top of her lungs as she ignited her green lightsaber and flung herself at Anakin. The first blow Anakin quickly ducked, but as Ahsoka continued to attack, Anakin realized that she was too powerful for him to keep evading.
“I don’t want to fight you, Ahsoka,” Anakin pleaded one last time. Snips, or what was left of her, didn’t respond. Without warning the heel of her boot made contact with Anakin’s chin and caused him to shoot backwards and fall on the pavement. He watched his lightsaber fall away from him and Ahsoka advance. Curse Togruta flexibility!
Ahsoka stood over him with her lightsaber inching closer and closer to his throat. “And now, the student will kill the master!” Anakin couldn’t help but smirk. In your dreams, little one.
Anakin lifted one hand and forced Ahsoka just back enough to hop back up and grab his saber. “Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you, Snips?”
“Don’t call me that! I hate it when you call me that!” Ahsoka had yelled to him.
Anakin snapped back and his eyes fluttered open. Had they closed? Looking to his left and right and recognizing the Twilight, he sat hard on a toolbox near him and placed his head in his hands. The Son in Ahsoka wasn’t her, but it had gotten those words from somewhere. The Son had magnified her own insecurities and twisted her until the original girl was no more. So how much of what Ahsoka said were her own feelings?
Did he criticize her too much? Was he not praising her enough? Should he trust her more? Surely it was Anakin’s own fault if Snips felt that way. And… Did she really hate it when he called her Snips? Was that true? At first Anakin had meant it as an insult, but now it was a pet name. Didn’t she know that?
“Master?” came Ahsoka’s voice from above. She leapt into the engine hole and crossed her arms. “Are you alright, Master?” Technically speaking, as a padawan Ahsoka should address Anakin by “Master,” and use the title at the end of most sentences. But Ahsoka never did that. Not until now.
“What? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sn- Ahsoka, you do know that I’m proud of you, right? I mean, you know I trust you, don’t you?”
Ahsoka lifted an eyebrow and tilted her head a bit. “Well, yeah, of course I do.” She stepped a bit closer and knelt to be at Anakin’s eye level. “Are you sure you’re ok, Master? You seem pale.”
“No, I’m fine, really. I should get back to work.” Anakin stood and picked up the screwdriver he’d set on the floor next to him. “Hey, one more thing though. You don’t, don’t mind it when I call you ‘Snips,’ right? I don’t mean it like an insult, honest.”
Now Ahsoka crossed her arms again and scrunched her lips up like she did when she was confused. “I didn’t think you did. Of course I’m fine with it, I mean, it’s like how I call you ‘Skyguy.’ Skyguy and Snips, right?”
Relieved, Anakin rested a hand on Ahsoka’s shoulder and smiled at the familiar light in Ahsoka’s soft blue eyes. “Yeah. Skyguy and Snips.”
“Your Excellency? Lady Padme?” crooned a droid above her. Padme didn’t open her eyes immediately, but instead felt the ground beneath her. It was soft. A bed. But, what had happened? She was on Mustafar, and Obi Wan had turned on them, and- Obi Wan. He’d used a Jedi trick to put her to sleep while he attempted to murder Anakin. But how had she gotten here?
“Where am I?” she asked the droid without moving or opening her eyes.
“You are on Coruscant, in the finest medical facility the planet has to offer. I have been asked to assure you that your husband will be here as soon as possible. When you are fully functional again you will be informed of all that has happened.”
Padme managed a slight nod and slowly tested each muscle. Falling on the metal hadn’t been easy on her, especially considering her pregnancy. Eventually she opened her eyes and deemed herself fit enough to sit up.
White. The room she was in was completely white. The sheets, the walls, the tables, the droids. All a stark, clinical white that was almost blinding. As soon as her eyes had adjusted she noticed something else. Something far more important.
She was no longer pregnant. “The baby!” Padme desperately pleaded to the droid.
“Babies,” it corrected. “While you were yet unconscious you gave birth to twins, one male and one female.”
She’d slept through labor? Padme could barely take it all in. Twins? She’d been carrying not one, but two babies? And she’d delivered them at only seven months! The events of Mustafar must have triggered the process early.
“I want to see them,” she ordered. The droid silently went off to obey, and Padme took a second to orient herself. According to the droid, Anakin would be here soon. She had two children, one boy and one girl. And the Republic was no more.
In its place ruled the old chancellor, the new Emporer Palpatine. But that was just the temporary solution. In no time at all Anakin would be strong enough to overthrow him, and then he and Padme could start creating the galaxy as they wished it to be. As they wished it to be for their children.
Only minutes later the droid came back with a small bundle of white sheets in each arm, one of which was placed in Padme’s waiting arms.
“That is the boy. He was born first of the two,” said the droid.
“I want him to be called Luke,” whispered Padme. She stroked little Luke’s tiny cheek with all the tenderness of a new mother. “And the other?”
The droid took Luke from her and placed the second bundle in her arms. “A girl, born only minutes after the boy, who has been designated Luke,” informed the droid.
“A girl. Leia,” said Padme. “Luke and Leia Skywalker.” Padme leaned back on her hospital be and closed her eyes. Her children, Luke and Leia Skywalker. Padme had still doubted whether she and Anakin were doing the right thing, but in that moment, looking into the faces of her gorgeous children, she knew that she would do whatever it took to keep them safe. No matter the cost.
“Where is Anakin?” Padme asked, hoping he was on his way. He hadn’t even seen Luke and Leia yet!
“I am afraid that is just it, my lady. I am not the right droid to tell you of these things. I will get your protocol droid so that he may inform you of all that has happened.” Padme nodded her assent, and the medical droid left the room again to fetch 3PO. Why did things have to be explained to her? Where was Anakin? Padme tried very hard not to worry. Nothing had happened. Everything was fine.
C-3PO came in alone and walked to the side of Padme’s bed. “Mistress Padme, so good to see you functional again!”
“Yes, 3PO, but where is Anakin?”
“He, well he…” 3PO faltered.
“Tell me: Where is my husband?” asked Padme again.
“While fighting the Jedi Obi Wan Kenobi on the planet Mustafar, it appears Lord Vader was wounded quite badly and had no choice but to undergo multiple surgeries to sustain him,” 3PO confessed.
C-3PO was known to over dramatize things. She couldn’t panic yet. “‘Multiple surgeries?’ What kind of surgeries? What have they done to him? What did Obi Wan do to him?”
“I’m very sorry, Mistress Padme, I don’t know all of the details, but it seems that during the battle Lord Vader’s arms and legs were severly burned and he had to be put in a life support suit in order to remain alive.”
Padme squeezed her eyes shut and held Leia more tightly against her chest. Severly burned? Life support suit? Padme’s skin grew hot and clammy and her heartbeat raced. At least he’s alive, she reminded herself. No matter what Obi Wan did to him, Anakin is still alive. And in the end, that was all Padme cared about.
“Where is Lord Vader now?”
“His operations were completed at exactly the time you awoke, and he will be here shortly,” assured 3PO. Padme forced herself to rest easy. The galaxy was almost under her control and she was the mother of twins. There was much to be thankful for.
Down the hall a strange noise sounded, almost like that of heavy breathing. Padme kept her eyes closed but listened more closely to a sound like none other she’d heard before. It kept getting closer. Breathing in, breathing out. Breathing in, breathing out. The pattern kept on until the growth of the sound stopped just outside her hospital room door. The door opened and the sound became more prominent.
No… It couldn’t be… Padme forced her eyes opened and prepared herself for anything.
But she did not prepare enough for that.
Standing before her was a huge, imposing black suit of armor that covered the entire body from the top of his head to the bottom of his foot. Not one trace of Anakin Skywalker was left, and Darth Vader had come to take his place. “Anie?” asked Padme softly.
The black, cloaked figure knelt down and nodded In a deep, robotic, alien voice he said, “Yes, Padme. It is I.”
Padme didn’t know how to react. Her body was sending her all different signals. Should she cry? Should she panic? Should she fall unconscious again? In the end Padme opted for none of those. Instead she simple touched a hand to her husband’s cold, metal helmet and smiled as warmly as she could. “You’re alive,” she said.
Anakin grasped Padme’s hand in his heavily gloved black one. “I’m sorry, Padme. I’m sorry I couldn’t win that fight. I’m sorry Kenobi had a chance to force you asleep. I’m sorry I have to wear this shroud forever, just to keep me alive. I’m sorry… about everything.”
“Don’t be, my love. I couldn’t care less what you look like, as long as you are mine and we are together. We have done what we must to protect our children. Children, not child, Anie. I was carrying twins.”
Even through the mask Padme could see the surprise. “Twins?” he whispered loudly through the suit.
Padme nodded and gestured to Luke, asleep in his crib. “Luke, the elder, and Leia. Luke and Leia Skywalker.” She lifted the blanket off of Leia to give Anakin a better look at his daughter.
“They’re beautiful,” he said. “But how can we give them a future now? As I am, I cannot hope to defeat Darth Sidious.”
Padme thought a few seconds before answering. “Don’t lose hope, love. Our children will be strong in the Force, that is certain. You will train them in secret. And then, when they at last are strong enough, the three of you combined will be enough to eliminate Emperor Palpatine from the equation. All will be right in the end. There is always hope.”
“Don’t you see? We don’t have to run away anymore! I have brought peace to the Republic. I am more powerful than the Chancellor; I… I can overthrow him! And together, you and I can rule the galaxy; make things the way we want them to be!” Anakin spoke excitedly about his new vision for the galaxy, and Padme had to admit, his enthusiasm was beginning to rub off onto her. Together, she had no doubt that she and Anakin could make the galaxy perfect.
But was it right? For so long she had stood by the Republic, to the idea of a republic in general. She couldn’t betray everything she believed in now, no matter the cost. But, the Republic had been corrupt the whole time. Even Padme herself had been fooled completely by Chancellor Palpatine. Maybe the galaxy would be better off if she could have absolute authority.
“Anie, you know I’m with you,” Padme responded in a voice stronger than she thought it would be. “But why must we kill everyone to make it that way? Why can’t we make alliances with the people we know we can trust?”
Anakin stepped closer to her and took her hand in his gloved prostestic one. “There is no one left we can trust, my angel. Everyone is either actively working against us or playing the pawn without realizing it. We have no friends in this galaxy any longer.”
Now that Padme knew wasn’t true. Even as the harsh Mustafar lava gusted around them, she found herself shivering. There was something wrong about all of this. There was something not right. But, Padme reasoned. She and Anakin were together. In the end, wasn’t that all that mattered?
“But what about Obi Wan?”
“Obi Wan can’t see past the lies that the Council has been feeding him. He is no longer our friend,” growled Anakin back. He wasn’t growling at her, of course, but at Obi Wan, a man he looked up to as an older brother. At the Council who corrupted the mind of such a good man.
“That’s not true, Anie! Obi Wan knows. He wants to help us. He cares about you, Anie, truly he does. If we can just make him see-”
“Liar!” Anakin roared over Padme’s voice. Padme stopped abruptly and stared at the twisted look Anakin’s eyes had taken. This time, the ferocity was aimed at her. But why?
Padme looked to where Anakin’s eyes took her and saw, through blurry eyes, Obi Wan. He’d stowed aboard! That’s why he’d come in the first place! “No!” she screamed, not even sure if she was screaming it to Anakin to stop him from killing Obi Wan, to Obi Wan to stop him from killing Anakin, or at the situation as a whole. After a second of gasping for air she spoke in a slightly more reserved manner. “I swear, Anie, I had no idea he was onboard. I swear it!”
“She’s telling the truth, Anakin,” Obi Wan added. “She did not know. I stowed aboard when I saw that she was going to go to you.”
“You came here to kill me, didn’t you. The Council sent you here, didn’t it,” shouted Anakin back. While speaking he’d moved in front of Padme and held out one hand in front of her, keeping her from moving forward.
“No, stop! Don’t do this! You don’t have to do this, either of you. Stop this now, while we still can!” pleaded Padme with both of the potential duelists.
“Padme, Anakin is corrupt. Unless he turns back now, I will have no choice,” reasoned Obi Wan to her.
“You see? Do you see, Padme? The Council has corrupted everyone, including him. He’s too stubborn and too brainwashed to reason with, and if we don’t kill him and the rest of the Jedi they will kill us. And I cannot allow that to happen,” said Anakin.
“I will not harm you unless you leave me with no other alternative. I am not the brainwashed one here,” returned Obi Wan. “You have allowed this Dark Lord to twist your mind, until now… until now you have become the very thing you swore to destroy.”
“Don’t lecture me, Obi-Wan! I see through the lies of the Jedi! I do not fear the Dark Side as you do! I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire!”
“Your new Empire?” Obi Wan said, disgust dripping from his voice. Padme was growing more conflicted by the second. The sound of an “empire” sounded so against everything she thought she believed in. And Obi Wan couldn’t be just a pawn, no, he couldn’t be. Either he was telling the truth or he was in on the conspiracy. And obviously he couldn’t be telling the truth, not when it involved so many lies about Anakin.
Which left only one choice. Obi Wan really was a traitor. The Council really was evil. And there was no good left in this galaxy.
“Don’t make me kill you,” Anakin growled to Obi Wan.
“Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic!” shouted the traitor at the top of his lungs. Simply watching him caused Padme to shiver yet again. How could a man she thought to be so good lie through his teeth so easily? And how in the universe had she not seen this conspiracy for what it was long before now? She’d trusted these people!
Padme’s thoughts flashed by at hyperspeed, and Anakin responded to Obi Wan with a tone of finality. “If you’re not with me, then you’re my enemy!”
“Only a Sith deals in absolutes. I will do what I must,” said Obi Wan as he switched on his lightsaber. Only a Sith deal in absolutes? The Jedi had been dealing in absolutes for eons, prohibiting love, prohibiting attachment. And who was he, who was he, to play the remorseful good guy in all of this?
“You will try,” replied Anakin. He drew his own lightsaber and flung away his cloak. “When I draw him away from the ship, I want you to run inside, all right?” Anakin whispered to her. He risked one fleeting smile her way before adding, “We can’t risk waking the baby.” Padme nodded and took a few steps back.
While Padme assumed that both duelists would be completely focused on each other, Obi Wan turned slightly and faced her instead. “I had hoped that you would remain loyal and help me pull the Anakin we knew out of the Sith he has trapped himself inside, but I can see that you truly will not turn back.” Padme continued to hold a determined gaze while Obi Wan lifted one hand. “Sleep, my dear, until it is safe for you to wake again.” With those words, Padme fell to the hard metal dock, fast asleep and dreamless.
Return next Thursday for If Things Had Been Different: Part Two!