Title: The Way of Destiny

Author: Ruby-Flame Jedi Queen

Rating: G

Disclaimer: This is just a little fic I wrote for fun... Star Wars belongs to George! This we know!

Morning creeps in slowly because the light is dim for those who are imprisoned beneath a constant dusk. The light that the morning sheds knows no place upon their sinful backs. The portion of them that once shared such sunrises with a loving companion has been buried deep underneath a cascade of facades and lies.

They believe this portion of them is dead, or at least they will it to be--caught in the illusion that they have power over everything, when they lack the simple power one posses over himself. That portion, however, still lies beneath the surface struggling to remain alive just as its soul mate tries to do light years away at the same time.

Destiny. It's belief or disbelief changes from face to face, person to person, but what else would have brought this fallen jedi to this place, a place of constant inward battle, other than the reason that it was meant to be? And then the deeper question...why? Why must he, not some other, sit behind this mask that chains him to a slavery far beyond that of visible toil? Betrayal is a thing that tears friends apart, and it is what keeps his anger alive. Has destiny betrayed him? Is it even capable of doing so? Shouldn't one have a say in their destiny? Or was he just predestined to begin with? Maybe in blaming destiny he is only trying to remove the blame from himself, or maybe it is because as he sits there, head between his hands, he can think of another destiny, one much kinder, that with more thought he might have pursued?

He was told not to question, but a mind can never fully be silenced. The temptation which lured him in to begin with has been replaced with a mocking tone. The mocking tone will eventually be replaced with guilt, the kind that eats away your very being, and eventually will destroy what little there is left of you. Why must destiny play a hand so cruel? None can say. Then again, maybe he just drew the wrong card. Maybe we all are presented with a deck of cards and some of us, many of us must learn to be ahead of the game.

A slow realization comes over him as he looks around at the somber place he dwells nowadays. He could have fought this harder. He had started to accept things for what they were, but how could he do that now? Now that he knew that there was a sliver of hope, some dim light in the darkness of his existence? The only link he now had with the portion of him he thought he had buried alive so long ago? Everything that had run through his mind in the past was resurfacing again now that he was faced with this new and sparking piece of information. He had thought that part of him could never return to bring him any grief over his former mistakes, but he had obviously thought wrong.

So then maybe, maybe destiny hadn't delivered him such a set figure after all. Maybe this was it's way to offer him another card, another way out. Maybe, through this new discovery, he would be saved, and he could find his wife and join his wife, and all would be as it once had been. Was it too much to hope for? He didn't know if he would ever now be able to escape the guilt he felt for the betrayal he had created against himself, one he had not realized until now, but possibly with time destiny might allow it to be done. Ah, but destiny could be a speculative issue. With destiny nothing would ever be sure. Yet now there was one thing Vader knew for sure: He had a son.