Written in honor of the 10 year anniversary of Revenge of the Sith. Some details in early chapters (which cover scenes in the original movie) are changed for the purpose of this story. Please follow and review- new chapters will be posted periodically!

Anakin stormed through the halls, frantically searching for Master Windu and the other Jedi who remained on Coruscant. He had just learned a terrible truth about Chancellor Palpatine, a man who he had once considered a friend and mentor. How could he have possibly been so naïve? He had placed such a great amount of trust in a dark and evil Sith Lord. He was fuming with anger at himself, hatred for Palpatine…or Darth Sidious, as he was more accurately called…and stopped short. He cleared his mind, controlling his heart rate, remembering that these feelings lead to the Dark Side. The Chancellor had been deceiving him with his advice to embrace his feelings and use his anger to fuel his strength and countless other devious maneuvers.

But then there was Padmé. Was it possible that Darth Sidious had been telling the truth about being able to save her? He rested his forehead on his metal hand, pacing in a circle, thinking. Of course not. He had lied about everything else. It was only a trap. He continued his search for Master Windu, picking up his pace.

He found him and several Jedi companions in the council chambers studying battle charts. "Master Windu," Anakin began, "I request your audience. I'm afraid the matter is urgent."

Mace turned around, locking eyes with Anakin. "What is the problem, young Skywalker? Does it concern the Chancellor?"

"Yes, Master," Anakin answered. "We are all in great danger. I have recently learned that Palpatine is a Sith Lord. The one you have been searching for."

The other Jedi whirled to face him in disbelief. Mace was aghast. "Our worst fears have come true," he exclaimed. "A Sith lord holding almost complete control over the Republic! This war has been nothing but a farce. We shall see to this matter immediately."

Mace beckoned to his fellow masters and Anakin began to follow. "You must not join us on this mission, Skywalker," commanded Mace. "I sense much fear and confusion in you."

"But, Master Windu…" Anakin whined.

"No," Mace ordered. "That is my final answer. These feelings can cloud your judgment. Wait here in the council chambers. We shall return when the Chancellor is safely locked away. If what you say is true, Anakin, you will have earned my trust and I shall speak to Master Yoda and Obi-Wan about granting you the rank of Master. You have done this Republic a great service, Padawan."

Mace clapped Anakin on the shoulder and hurried out. Anakin found himself pacing once more, attempting to be patient. He hated that the council treated him in such a degrading manner. The Chancellor had always treated him with the respect and kindness he deserved. Perhaps Darth Sidious could offer him more…but then again, to be a Jedi Master. This is what he had been training to become since he left Tatooine with Qui-Gon over a decade ago. The Dark Side would offer him a different sort of power, but here on the council he would finally gain the power he had worked for. A power that could be used for the good of the Republic.

Anakin suddenly had a flashback to one of his nightmares about Padmé. This finalized his decision. He bolted to his speeder, started the engine…and headed home.