Star Wars: From a Certain Point of View (From a Certain Point of View #1)

by Elizabeth Schaefer

But if he had more time, he would wish that he could have trained one more Padawan. If only he’d had the time to train her.

there was the other Skywalker to watch over—impetuous, headstrong, unruly, inattentive. He needed Obi-Wan’s eye on him. Unlike the other, whose strength and will and clarity showed all the markings of a great Jedi.

If only he had perceived the paths that Anakin was beginning to follow. It was his own failing. That was why it would have been so important for him to train the young Skywalker. What might she have done to bring her father back?

that other Skywalker, whose impatience and anger were terrible weaknesses?

“Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.” But he was lonely, and old. And he had failed.

“The other Skywalker I would train. She is ready.”

You fly your run and hit what you can—that was Gold Squadron’s credo.

And he had his own credo, too, one based on something his mother had often said. “Small sparks can start big fires.”

I feel a sudden, inexplicable joy open up in me. A powerful feeling of purpose, of peace, urging me to make the choice I always would have made: to save my friend.

Only seven spacecraft remained in the bay, now: five X-wings, one Y-wing, and one U-wing. Two of the X-wings had been cannibalized for parts following the Battle of Scarif, and the other three, though flight-worthy, had no pilots to crew them.