"I think that the Chancellor may be the Sith Lord we are looking for," Anakin reports to Mace Windu. "If you are correct about this you will have earned my respect now you will stay here. Go meditate." Anakin walks away defeated as Mace Windu leaves for the chancellor. Anakin felt useless. He wanted to help as much as possible. But the council kept pushing him to do other things.
"Anakin, spy on the chancellor. Anakin can you convince the Chancellor to stop the war and try a diplomatic solution. Anakin you're the only one he trusts. Does anyone actually care what I think." He mutters to himself. Walking to the council room. "Of course they don't. The order doesn't trust me, they don't even like me."
Obi-Wan the only one who really trusted him was gone, chasing after Grievous. The only other Jedi that had ever stood up for Anakin and tried to help him was Qui-Gon and he was dead. Darth Maul killed him and then Obi-wan killed Darth Maul. Actually, he didn't he just cut him in half and Maul is running around the galaxy somewhere.
Anakin had always been the outcast within the order. He joined later than others and actually progressed faster than some of them and became a Padawan before he was twelve. Which probably made a few of the others jealous. He never really had friends. Obi-wan didn't even really like him at the start.
Anakin wanted to have a clean slate joining the order but somehow everyone there knew about his slave past. Which angered him. Others were annoyed that he was allowed to join so late. The only reason he was ever allowed to be trained was that of this so called prophecy. And he was this so called chosen one.
Ashoka was really the only other person in the Jedi order that genuinely liked him. Apart from his battalion, her and Obi-Wan were the only ones. Of course, most of the other Jedi respected him and the younglings were amazed by him.
And Yoda the Grand Master of the order. The wisest of them all and respected throughout the order. Had always seemed to have a gruff disapproval of Anakin's existence.
A lot of the Jedi don't trust him because of his slight anger issues. But how would they like it if for nine years of your life you were raised knowing that you have a bomb in your body somewhere and you could be killed at any moment? All these painful thoughts and memories were coming back to him now.
"Is it so hard to just ask for a little recognition. Like how hard could it be to say; 'you have done well Anakin. We are grateful for what you have done.'" He mumbles to himself.
"All I ever wanted was for someone to tell me I had done well. But no matter what I do or how great I did. It was never good enough. Well, what did anyone expect from just a stupid slave boy." He sighs entering the council room.
On the other side of the city, Padme stares out the window. So much has happened, Anakin was under so much stress with what the Jedi were asking him to do. He had defeated a Sith Lord and now they ask him to spy on someone. Anakin had been away for so long and she missed him.
Usually when he came back from big missions. The Jedi would allow him a short time off but not this time it angered her and saddened her or maybe she was just a bit hormonal cause of the pregnancy. As she stared out the window a tear rolled down her cheek. She stared across at the Jedi temple, she could almost feel as if Anakin was staring back at her too.
All Padme wanted now was to be a proper family. She would have to leave the Senate cause of her pregnancy anyway. She wanted to go back to Naboo and have her baby. Anakin agreed too. She felt so useless lately, usually, she would help the Jedi a lot, by accompanying them on missions but she couldn't when she was pregnant.
Anakin stared out the window of the Jedi temple. A tear rolled down his cheek. He thought of his nightmares and how worried he was that Padme would die. He couldn't live without her. She was the only thing that was keeping him sane. His thoughts wandered.
He thought of what it would be like with his family. Padme and him raising their little girl. Anakin was convinced it was a girl although Padme thought it was a boy. He wanted to raise his family on Naboo. With the lakes and the meadows. The planet was gorgeous.
He imagined raising his daughter, she would be beautiful just like Padme, but she acted like Anakin. She would be strong and brave. But kind and cared for everybody. She was witty and sarcastic. She would be stubborn but have a heart of gold.
He would protect his family with his life. He would do anything to save them. If anyone hurt his queen of his princess they would have to deal with him. For some reason, he was now imagining having a son as well. He would grow up to be strong.
He looked like Anakin. He had blue eyes like him. He would be skilled with piloting like Anakin. But he would be like Padme. With a bright smile and a pure heart. Naïve but smart. Charming but shy. Anakin wanted a family more than anything else.
He sits down and begins to meditate. He was conflicted on what to do. His heart was pounding and his eyes were red from tiredness. It had been a very tough couple of months. With the nightmares and the attacks. The council wanting him to spy on the Chancellor. He was denied a leave of rest for two weeks.
This past week. He hadn't eaten or slept much. He couldn't. Every time he would fall asleep he would have a nightmare. And all he could hear in the back of his head was the Chancellor telling the tale of that Sith Lord. The one who could create life from the midichlorians.
Anakin was confused, was Palpatine implying that he had been created by this Sith Lord. Was Anakin part of this big evil scheme. And was there anything Anakin could do to not be a part of it. Or was his fate as a minion of the dark side inevitable.
He breathed slowly, letting the force try to guide him on what to do. Was he to go and defy Master Windu or stay and follow his orders. If I could just see the outcome of my decision. Anakin calls out to the force. He takes deep breaths trying to decide on what to do suddenly he feels the force around him. He feels it sweep him up and pull him into a trance.
It felt so peaceful but something was strange he felt as though he was moving. Suddenly he hears voices. Shouting and screaming. What was going on he thought. He tries to make out what the voices are saying but he can't.
Suddenly he feels like he had been wrapped in lava. It felt like a dragon was in his heart burning up his soul it was unbearable.
Then everything changed, there was darkness, it was cold. He starts to see things. Visions of what happened on Mortis, he began to see the vision the father had wiped from his mind. One claim stuck out from it though.
"You were my brother, Anakin." It was Obi-Wan who had said it. You could hear the pain in his voice. But what had happened to cause such a claim.
He began having another vision. The Jedi they were being slaughtered. The clones were turning on them and gunning them down. The pain and the darkness were terrible. It surrounded him.
Suddenly he felt extremely light headed, his breathing was going in strange rhythms. There sweat rolling down his forehead. He was warm but he was shivering. His body felt like it was shaking and then he fell unconscious.