Snagged from licenseartistic - Weave - 201 words

[morally_cryptic]

The thread of the life of a Jedi was the Force, woven through with duty, service, and honor. Anakin learned this at a young age, though not so young as the others. These things were a part of his life, as well. But there were other things already entangled in with his threads that other Jedi did not have. His pattern was different.

The tapestry of Anakin Skywalker's life was woven through with threads as dark as night, constant reminders of that within him he tried to keep under control but couldn't, quite, simply release. One wouldn't have to look very closely, either, to see the swath of deep crimson that showed where he loved fiercely. Nor would it be hard to miss the bright blue for friendship and loyalty. Here and there, scattered about would be threads of gold tied in knots to tie him to others. There would be a strong line of deepest purple for his jealousy and his pride.

But even as the threads grow darker, around and through it all would be the bright thread of the Force and of Destiny defining him and guiding him through. Even when he no longer sees it, it's still there.