Eternal Balance
By
The Al Bhed Slayer
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, George Lucas and 20th Century Fox does…but everything else is MINE (including the made up planet)! DO NOT TAKE!
A/N: As a long time fan of Star Wars and experienced fanfic writer (3 years here! Woo hoo!), I have confidence that this fic will be one of my best yet…and maybe I'll even finish it! –gasp–
I just hope you guys like it. R'n'R. (Please don't kill me for pairing Anakin up with someone other than Padmé…)
Two millennia ago, a great Jedi Master and an equally matched Sith Lord fought to the death among the ruins of the desolate planet of Docugan. Many once said it was to be the greatest battle within the Force. Unfortunately, as some warned, no living being ever returns from Docugan. That fateful night, their fight raged on; though the atmosphere on the planet…shifted. No one knows whether they killed each other or not. Neither were seen, nor mentioned again. Only days after their battle, the planet exploded; the cause was forever unknown. The planet, known for its disappearances and instability, was erased from the archives and it was forgotten.
The souls of the last Jedi and Sith Lord to set foot on Docugan, as a prophecy foretells, merged into a single being; a being borne of a balance between the darkness and the light. It was a being of no gender, race, or form. It was the balance that those knowledgeable in the Force could never conceive, yet greatly needed. It remained so for the next thousand years…
Although none ever knew how, the Jedi Council discovered this entity that lived in their galaxy. Upon learning that others knew of it, the being took form, realizing that if they saw its true appearance, they would not understand. Once just light and energy, it landed on the planet of Coruscant as a young human female, barely an adult. Such a change weakened her considerably, making her eternally human, although never aging. Long dark hair framed her face and curious gray eyes examined the many species around her. Her apparel was hardly suitable, as she wore the clothes made for a slave.
Once meeting with the Jedi Council and passing a series of tests, all the Masters agreed her proficiency in the Force exceeded even them, but also agreed she could never be a Jedi. The council recognized that half of her was the black soul of a great Sith Lord, which proved the young woman to be too volatile to be completely trusted. Though, after this rejection, they still gave her a background and a name: Akaia. She was known from then on throughout the galaxy.
For centuries, she was respected and looked up to by all Jedi, but still never became one herself. At first glance, some saw her as naïve and much too young. But when she spoke, she did so regally that she sometimes seemed like royalty, although she kept a humble – even peasant-like – appearance. She was their guardian for eight hundred years, watching as younglings grew and died as Jedi Knights and Masters and saw some get weighed down by the darkness inside them and join the Sith. She watched them bury their emotions inside them until rage consumed them.
How could the Jedi control this darkness that clearly controlled them by making them run from it? Could they see that? Seeing such ignorance in all of them, after those eight centuries, she disappeared. She was presumed dead to 'simplify' the situation. Sadness consumed all temples on many planets, mourning the loss of their guardian. Yet one Jedi Master knew their guardian, his friend, was alive. Only he held the ancient Docugan prophecy and a simple note in his green, three-fingered hand…
She shall live on and bear hope to all before her.
For she is the Force itself.
And shall bring peace to those who believe…
From her life, balance will be restored.
From her ashes, salvation will come.
Destinies will shift.
Order will reign.
In the face of great loss,
Fate is inevitable.
Give me time.
-Akaia
Two Centuries Later…
Nineteen-year-old padawan Anakin Skywalker lay quite uncomfortably in his bed, unsure if he should go to sleep or not. Recently he had been having horrible dreams of his mother being tortured mercilessly and could do nothing to save her. On the other hand, occasionally, he'd been dreaming Padmé, the woman he longed to see for ten years. He wondered if she changed at all…if she even remembered him. Probably not, he thought miserably. He sighed and closed his eyes, as sleep took him unwillingly.
((Complete darkness. But…there was a presence. A voice pleaded, just above a whisper, please…help me.
There was so much pain. A deafening scream pierced the still air. Images of millions…dead. Brutally murdered.
Fate is inevitable…
A beautiful young woman looked him in eyes, her expression saying, 'I'm sorry.'
Face the darkness, learn from it. Do not become it.
A red lightsaber clashed with a green one as someone laughed malevolently and another screamed in pain.))
"No!" He yelled, now sitting upright on the bed, breathing heavily. He glanced around the room, noticing nothing out of the ordinary. Finally calm once more, he laid back down, now unable to sleep.
Who was talking to him? Was it the woman he saw? Who was she? If that was her speaking, what was she talking about? Why did she need help? Should he tell Obi Wan of this? So many new questions sprung to his mind. Who killed all of those people? Who was fighting? How is any of this connected? He contemplated all of it, now staring at the ceiling, and waited for morning to come.
TBC
A/N: Is it any good? I know it's short! It'll be longer next time! Creative criticism is much appreciated. Flame me if you must.
Preview:
"Then why are we breaking her out?"
"We aren't breaking her out. We are peacefully negotiating her release."
"And if that fails?"
"…We break her out."