The Knight lost in time
Summary: Anakin has returned to the Jedi temple on Coruscant after the battle with the force wielders several days previously. What he dosent realise is that the spirit of 'The Son' is out for a last bit of revenge.
Chapter 1
Return to the temple
As Anakin piloted their ship back to Coruscant, he realised just how awkward their conversation with the council was going to be. He couldnt very well tell them that they had been called so that 'The Father' could see if Anakin was the chosen one. Anakin could see their faces now, Master Yoda deep in thought, Master Windu pondering whether or not this was a trick and Obi-Wan (since he had been there) would constantly tell them that Anakin was speaking the truth. And then there was the matter of how Ashoka came to be alive once again, surely the spirit of a force wielder inside of her wouldnt affect their opinion of her, or at least he hoped.
Throughout the journey home so far, the only thing Anakin felt was Ashoka and Obi-Wans eyes in the back of his head, watching him. They had not spoken to him since they had reported the Captain Rex about the call being used to lure them there. The details were left out of the conversation as Obi-Wan had said 'Anakin, the prophecy concerning the balance of the force is not to be told to a clone trooper.' Anakin was growing tired of the constant silence and was thankful when Obi-Wan broke it. "Maybe you should get some rest before we report to the council, Anakin?" Anakin held back a relieved sigh and handed control of the ship to him. "I suppose I'd better, considering how they'll never believe what i have to say." Anakin replied as he stood up and headed for the bunk at the back of the ship.
Overwhelming grief had come to grip his insides, and he knew exactly why.
If Anakin had never arrived on that cursed place, those three force wielders would still be alive and living in balance with one another, no matter for how brief a time. At times Anakin wanted to flee whenever those three words were uttered around him, 'The Chosen One'. Infact, when he was young, he had once found a way to leave the room he was in and run to his room when he heard two padawans talking about it. He wished to scatter those words to the ends of the universe and never hear them again, but without them he would not be a jedi.
Anakin gave up his inner battle as he settled comfortabley onto the bunk. Finding peace would help him in the next few hours of explanation of how he passed an impossible test and proved to the universe that he was the chosen one. This time Anakin did sigh. How was this possible? Concieved by medi-chlorines, unbelievable. Joining the Jedi order because of a prophecy, unbelievable. Passing the unpassable, that was taking a lot of insanity to believe.
Anakin could feel sleep coming to him but there was something amis. Something familiar. Something...evil. At first Anakin tried to sense it, but then he realised how draining battling Ashoka and the Son had been. The force's helpful energy was leaving him and Anakin had no choice but to succumb to sleeps warm embrace. As he drifted off, he could hear Obi-Wan and Ashoka muttering to one another. It didnt take a genius to realise that it was about him. One more second awake, and he was asleep.