Anakin and Obi-Wan stood at the end of the long line of Jedi, watching as the sea of clones marched towards them down the long stairs of the temple. Anakin knew deep down that he was never going to return from this battle. He would never see his beloved Padme again. Never hear her melodious voice, or smell her sweet scent. Never see the beautiful woman whom he had grown to love so much that whenever he was away from her, he would feel physically sick.
He knew that there was no way a hundred Jedi could fight this army of at least a hundred thousand clones and survive to live the tale. They were impossibly outnumbered.
So in the few moments that he had left, he closed his eyes and thought back to when he was younger.
He was only nine years old when he had met Padme. He had given her the japor snippet that he had carved himself. Since then, not a day had gone by when he hadn't thought of her, even in those ten long years when they had been apart.
And then he allowed his mind to travel on a little, to their first meeting again when he was a padawan learner and she was a Senator. She had grown into such a beatuiful woman. Full of courage and integrity, innocence and alure, wisdom, yet immaturity, and with a great deal of mishievousness. He loved her, more than life itself. She was his angel, his darling sweetheart, his Padme, and he wondered what she would do without him.
And then as the distant rumble of clones grew steadily nearer, Anakin was reminded of Padme's last words to him.
"I love you."
"I love you too" he mumbled to himself, as he felt a wave of sadness spread over him.
"What?" A voice said from his side, interupting his thoughts. Anakin's eyes snapped open and he turned to see Obi-Wan staring at him curiously.
"Nothing Master." Anakin sighed.
"Please Anakin. Call me Obi-Wan."
"Sorry Mas...Obi-Wan." Anakin corrected himself and Obi-Wan smiled.
"Goodbye Anakin. May the Force be with you." he said, holding out his hand. Anakin took it and the two friends shook. Then they pulled each other into a hug, knowing this may be the last time they ever saw each other.
"May the Force be with you too." Anakin mumbled as they stood up straight again.
And then the rumble of clones stopped and Anakin looked up. The clones had stopped in a long formation, at least a thoushand wide and a hundred deep. The Jedi reformed their dead straight line and, as one, removed their cloakes, allowing them to drop to the floor.
And then they all took out their lightsabers and ignited them together, causing the dark sky to suddenly be lit with colour.
The clones followed a similar procedure, pulling on their helmets and aiming their guns, ready for the final showdown.