A/N: This story is dedicated to my sister. She found it in my writing folder and was all like: "Hey, you gotta publish this!" I personally think the story isn't that good- in fact, I never wanted to publish it in the first place. But my sister insisted...so, here we go.


He started as a small boy from Tatooine. He was a slave, but still had not lost his independency. He was very mature for a boy of nine years old. He was good, selfless, risk- loving, saving two Jedi knights without knowing that he would get anything from it, at a great risk to his life. The other qualities had not yet surfaced…

He was a young man- still a teenager. He was still brave, selfless, and risky but the other things had started to appear, too. Some of them were good, some neutral, some bad. He was passionate, and he had a theatrical side. He was sometimes very dramatic but it suited him and the whole situation. He could love so strongly… He had become powerful, too. However, the worst thing was that the disorder had begun to show. He was still very young; perhaps it would pass with age?

He was no longer a teenager. He was a young man, proud, brave and passionate. However, the disorder had begun to take its toll. He struggled with himself, with who he should be, and he had become more powerful still. He was loyal and good but these qualities were overridden by the disorder. He turned in order to save his love but ended up killing her. The turn had brought out and strengthened all the negative traits in him: he was vicious, proud, and vengeful. The good side of him he hid deeply underneath, for he had made his choice. He had always had a desire for power, but instead of fighting it now he let it take over. His dramatic flair did not go away. He changed…

He was older now, and had committed so many crimes he stopped trying to excuse himself. He no longer needed it. When he had been newly turned he still was not sure of who he was and of whether he had done the right thing. All his life he had been taught that the dark side was bad, it was very difficult for him to realize who he was and so the excuses were necessary. Now, however, the cloud of youth had left him and he saw everything clearly. The theatrics had worn off with age. He was evil and that was that. He served the emperor.

When he realized he had a child it all changed. The good that he had tried to push underneath was now trying to burst out. He did not want to kill his son. He knew that this was stupid, that he could no longer change, but there was nothing he could do. The self- struggle which had left him after his youth returned, and when he saw his son tortured by his master it became stronger than ever. He could not lose his only remaining family member; he could not lose the last remainder of his love!

It wasn't just the disorder. That had left a long while ago. It was the good. He sacrificed himself to save his son. His life was like torture, anyway. He sacrificed himself, and, with that, fulfilled his destiny. The prophecy was completed. Before he died, he saw his son looking upon him with what might have been love. That was the biggest prize he could hope for.

He was reborn. He did not think that he had earned it but who was he to complain? He owed a lot of people an apology, and now he could give them one. He could finally see Obi-Wan as his friend again. He had not realized that he had wanted this so much. And then, maybe, after he was done with the explaining, apologies and learning, he could find Padme...


I'm talking about the borderline personality disorder that Anakin had. The whole thing with the identity struggle and everything.