Progeny
“Who was she?” She asked. Her father’s eyebrow raised up as he looked at her with amusement.Â
“Who was who?”
“My mother. Who was she?” She clarified.Â
“Why does it matter, child? The woman birthed you and gave you to me, that was all she was there for.”
“I HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW WHO MY MOTHER WAS!” She shouted, jumping to her feet and standing in front of her father. “Every child deserves to know where they came from.”
“You came from me. I made you. The woman who birthed you has nothing to do with you. I am the one who raised you, nurtured you, gave you power and strength. I gave you purpose. Since the beginning you have been a reflection of me and my power.”
Obi-Wan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down for the conversation. She walked, admittedly unsteadily to the door and latched it shut. When she turned her father was standing behind her, arms crossed.
“Jaarvek, please. You are my father. You are a part of me, and as much as I wish otherwise you always will be. That is why I never asked you before. All those years, I never asked. Even when you haunted me before, when Arcann, and later Vaylin were after me, I never asked you. But now, now I ask. The child I am raising just lost his mother. And I don’t even know my own mother’s name. So please, Jaarvek, who was she?”
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