Author: Sarah
Rating: PG
Age (Obi-Wan): 13
Genre: General
Summary: A Xanatos story with a bit of a twist. :)
Authors note: A plot bunny walked up to be and whispered 'Pssst...d'ya know that Xanatos's death took place in the same year as...something else? This is the result. Enjoy.
Circle
What are you supposed to feel before you die?
Maybe he was already dead. He seemed to be floating in a void. The agonizing stinging was fading, too. Yes, he was dead.
It was dark...very dark.
Where was he? Sith hell, perhaps? Xanatos felt a ripple of fear- fear he hadn't felt in months. Even when about to jump to almost certain death, he hadn't felt it.
There was nothing here...no-one else. No monsters. No torture devices.
Surely Sith hell was a bit less...dull? He'd imagined there to be slightly more eternal pain. Not that he wanted it, of course, but the plain blackness was unnerving him.
I can't stay here forever.
The fear increased.
Can I? He began to feel a little hysterical. "Can I? I'd be bored to death here." he called. "Ha ha ha."
Maybe more than a little hysterical.
The blackness gave no answer. It seemed to be crushing him. It was getting hard to breathe- what?! Why was he BREATHING?
"Get me out of here!"
So he was stuck here forever, was he? This was the punishment for revenge on the man who'd betrayed him?
"SHOW ME MY MASTER!" he roared, and didn't know why he'd said it. But it seemed to work.
In an instant the blackness had completely gone, and he saw them. His old Master, and his old Master's new apprentice, walking away from from the acid that Xanatos had jumped into, as if it was nothing. Not quite...were there tears on the older man's face?
I don't want him crying for me!
None of the people he could see gave any answer at all.
An uncontrollable rage rose up inside Xanatos. "Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi, I wish you were both dead! No, I wish the darkness would kill you both, in the most painful way possible. Because darkness will come-" wait a minute, that was true...something was wrong...."-and all you loved will die. It'll separate you, too-you will suffer."
Then the blackness was empty. Xanatos was gone.
*****
The suns were setting. It was sometimes a pretty sight, but Shmi
Skywalker had no time for it. She held her newborn baby to her.
"My miracle...my Anakin."