«Zilla…?» King Anakin took off his crown, while his face turned miserable, «But where is Ahsoka then?»
Zilla looked down,
«I don’t know… your majesty.» doing a curtsey.
Anakin walked closer to her,
«I’m sorry. I’m the one who made the mistake here. It is because of me that she’s gone.»
Zilla looked confused at him,
«Beg your pardon?» rising one eyebrow.
«Zilla…» he sighed as he layed one hand on her shoulder, «I didn’t realise that when I got rid of you, I… I would also lose your sister…»
The padawan raised her head, loking straight at him,
«Well, what are you going to do about that?»
«I don’t deserve this position…» he tried. Sounding humble.
Zilla blinked,
«Well why don’t you just give it back to David then?»
Anakin gasped,
«What?»
«Yeah. You took winterland from him, I’m just saying.»
«You… want me to give it back?» setting the crown back upon his head as he looked shocked upon her.
«It your choice, your majesty.»
Anakin walked past her,
«No.» turning to face her again, «That’s some bad advice coming from you.»
…
Hagar sighed. Looking down at Isha, before she hurried away from her, like as if she had been burned. Rising quickly to her feet again,
«I’m sorry, sister. You may be royal, but I’m not. We don’t have the same mother.»
Isha also rose up,
«I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t had upset you…»
«That’s alright.» looking around, «Where’s Amanda?»
…
Ahsoka had come to the end of the flower-field, and then she jumped off the cliff, leaping into the air. Just like the shadow had said. But then she heard behind her,
«Not like that, your fool.»
And then she fell. Falling down, into nothing.
«Aaaaa…»
With her eyes closed shut, and with nothing with thin, empty air around her, she suddenly blacked out.
And down, down, she fell.