Footprints in the Clouds

Epilogue: Into Oblivion

Time passes. Legends are made and unmade. Stories are lost. In a span of a thousand years, an entire civilization can be completely forgotten.

In the span of two thousand, history can forget and remake itself.

After four thousand, it can even be wrong about who it once was.

"Master, I don't understand. Why aren't we allowed to love?"

"Love is born of passion, my young padawan. Passion is an emotion we must deny. Remember the Jedi code."

"Yes, but I don't understand why passion is so bad? I mean, I understand that it's a kind of feeling that might make you act irrationally and all, but what if there is a way to control it?"

"These are dangerous thoughts, Anakin. Controlling passion is something that even some Masters have difficulty with. It was a failing of the Sith. It is a fault that more often than not leads to the Dark Side."

"But how can we expect to fight for peace and justice if we are never allowed to understand love?"

"We do, Anakin, but not passionate love. We learn compassion. It is central to a Jedi's being."

"So it's like spreading all that love out over everything instead of just a few people?"

"Kind of."

"But master, what about the story of Revan and Bastila? They loved one another."

"Yes, but theirs was a special case. And you can't forget that they both fell to the Dark Side as a result."

"Well, yeah…but they came back!"

"No, Anakin. Bastila fell because of love - "

"And came back to the light!"

"-and left the Jedi order. As did Revan. In the end, Revan fell to the Dark Side again when Bastila was struck down."

"But - "

"Once you start down the dark path, Anakin, it will dominate your destiny."

They continued walking toward the chambers. Anakin stopped halfway there.


"It just seems strange, Master. The story doesn't make sense."

"What do you mean?"

"I…I don't know. It just seems wrong to me."

Obi-Wan sighed. "Come on, Anakin. We should practice."

The young boy sighed. He silently hoped that, one day, he would understand why this story seemed so important to him. "As you wish," he muttered, and followed his master into the chamber.

The End


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Do not consider that a mandate by any means. It is simply a less than important request from a curious author. In any case, I do thank you for reading.

Until next time...