Hey guys, Gold Quantum Ranger here.
So yeah, I realized that I was gonna do some serious and stupid harm to the plot of the fic because of the whole "Anakin speaking with God, learning about the origin of the Known Galaxy/Universe in a Star Wars: Genesis style, and getting a happy ending of crossing over to live with his loved ones in the Netherworld (Heaven), and doing a somewhat Biblical explanation of the origin of The Force (Light Side and Dark Side), the idea of Star Wars angels, and a different origin for The Ones of Mortis." But I just wanted to throw my own two cents into something like that.
Now I see that it was taking up too much space, bloating the chapter, and distracting/taking away from the main plot.
I get that doing my own version of a Supreme Omnipotent Creator God Deity in Star Wars was a huge mistake. I just hope that you understand that at least half of it could at least be seen as promising. I just wanted Anakin at this point in the timeline to at least have a peaceful send-off. Because he's my favorite fictional character of all time, and at least deserved some happiness. Anakin managed to go in peace in the end and live with Padmé, Luke, Leia, Qui-Gon Jinn, and Shmi.
But, yeah. If down the road for the story, there's a part you think doesn't belong and distracts from the main plot, let me know. Just send me a message of #DeletedScenes and I'll cut it and place it in the 'Deleted Scenes' section where you can read it as its own thing. But understand that I'll sometimes have to mention this section every once in a while, so there's readers who can understand fully what the hell is going on.
Harry Potter: Lord of the Dark Side (Deleted Scenes)
Chapter 1
Unknown Location
Anakin's eyes snapped open. For a moment he was in total darkness. It surrounded him in all directions and he then found himself in an expansive bubble of darkness. It was like space with no stars, and with no light. It was then in an instant, that a sound like a million booms of thunder on Kamino, and a blinding white light, seemingly like a tsunami of pure power washed over him, forcing him to shut his eyes. It was then, after he believed that the light had subsided and he opened his eyes that his vision cleared, and he saw that he wasn't looking up at the billowing black skies of Mustafar anymore. No, he instead was staring up at a seemingly endless white void that stretched beyond infinity above him.
Anakin slowly rose into an upright position. He then lifted his right hand and rubbed his thumb and index finger over his eyes. It was then at that moment that Anakin became startled as instead of feeling the cold metallic surface of his cybernetic hand, he instead felt warm flesh. Anakin opened his eyes and pulled his right hand back. His right hand was miraculously where his cybernetic one had been for the last three standard years.
He could feel not only his hand, but the rest of his body as well. He could feel every part of himself. He felt whole again, like he had been, before he had been given his injuries during the Battle of Geonosis and on Mustafar. Anakin had been restored back to his normal appearance before being disfigured and burned. His charred reddened skin had been restored back to its normal fair complexion. His hair had been restored as he once again sported his short sandy brownish-blonde hair, and his eyes had been restored back to their original light blue hue. He was dressed in an all white version of his original Jedi attire. (A/N It's essentially just a white version of the attire Anakin wears in Revenge of the Sith with the exception of the glove. He also doesn't have the scar near his right eye that Ventress gave him.) Anakin stood up as he looked around at the all-encompassing white void before him.
"Hello! Is there anyone there?! Can anybody hear me?!" he called out as his voice echoed, startling the young man at first as he noted that his voice sounded just like it had been before he was injured.
It was at that moment that a shimmering glow of white light exploded outward in front of him. Anakin then looked to see that the light then morphed into a figure, more like that of a man, of pure white light. (A/N The figure essentially looks like The Presence from DC Comics/Vertigo when he stops Michael and Lucifer from fighting.) Anakin could sense the Force seem to hum with vibrancy and the ground beneath the figure seemed to brighten in color further, and finally the wind began to swirl around 'Him'. Anakin then squinted his newly healed and restored eyes, as he swore internally that he could see the Force and its blinding nature, just from being near this figure.
"W-who...who are you?!" asked Anakin, his voice now echoing slightly louder than his normal tone. The figure then turned 'his' head towards the fallen and now redeemed, Chosen One and Jedi. Anakin could feel the warmth, harmony, and most of all balance, radiating from the figure as 'he' began walking at a slow pace towards Anakin.
"I am he. I am him. Creator of all, and yet of nothing. The one who is everywhere, and yet nowhere. The beginning, the end, and the revolution of all things and none." answered the figure, 'his' voice carrying a great power, but also a sense of kindness, warmth, and love in it. It was then that 'he' came to a stop, standing about four feet from the redeemed Jedi Knight.
As Anakin looked at the figure, he felt no worry, nor did he feel any sense of devious or ambitious intent. Instead he felt calmed as the Force seemed to absolutely sing graceful praises of perfect balance from the figure in his presence as he made to walk closer towards the figure, however, he stumbled slightly, unused to walking from lying on his back with his legs severed.
The figure approached slightly further, as 'he' stood in front of Anakin, helping the Jedi up and placing a calm right hand on Anakin's left shoulder. "Careful, you are still unused to your now restored body. I need to speak with you now at this moment. Before it is time for you to fully pass on." spoke the figure as 'he' sent a wave of pure white energy down from 'his' palm through the young Jedi's body.
"Y-you...you still haven't answered my question." said Anakin gaining the figure's attention as the being of white light looked upon him once more. "Can you at least tell me who you are, and why you're here? I just want to know." he said more meek this time than he had before. Anakin could tell somehow that through the white light, the figure appeared to be smiling. Then the being of light retracted 'his' hand and spoke once again to Anakin.
"To answer your second question first. The reason why I am here is as I have answered before. To speak with you before you pass on. But also, to help guide you back on the right path, so that you will pass on into the Netherworld, and not into Chaos." 'he' answered with his powerful voice yet again radiating harmony from it. "And to answer your first question more properly. I am the one who in time long passed has been called many names. Such as God, The Creator Of The Universe, The One Who Creates, The One, The-One-Above-All, The Presence, The Original One, The All High, The Source Of All Creation, The Father Of All, The One Who Is All Things, and The Giver. But the name that I truly go by is 'The Maker', young Anakin Skywalker. And I am your Father." replied the being that now identified 'himself' as 'The Maker', 'his' voice not losing but a speck of its warm and graceful harmonic lull.
Anakin's eyes seemed to widen as much as possible. "You...you mean to tell me, that you're the Force itself? And that you are my...F-Father?" asked the formerly fallen and now redeemed Chosen One, his voice full of shock and surprise. Was he actually speaking to the Force itself and his actual father? Or was he just hallucinating this time for real? Anakin was pulled from his thoughts as he heard a laugh loose from the being of white light who addressed 'himself' as 'The Maker'.
"I know what you are thinking, Anakin. And no, you are not hallucinating this time either. And yes, I am your father, for it was by my decision that you were to be born to bring balance to all of creation." 'he' responded. "And no, I am not the Force. For it is, but the infinitely smallest fraction of my absolute Omnipotent power. But it was created from my power alone, to create a connection that would bind all of creation and life together, so that all those within it would live in harmony."
'The Maker' then loosed a small sigh of sort as 'his' voice took on a much graver tone, as it sounded, sad of sort. "But that was before the dark times. Before the Force was split in two. And two ideals arose regarding the Force as two different sides. One of them light, and the other, dark." 'he' explained.
Anakin adopted an expression of confusion upon his features. "I-I...I don't understand. F-Father." exclaimed Anakin, confusion present in his voice. As his tone also contained a slight trace of uneasiness as he had never called any man father, due to the fact that he never had one. Or was never aware that he truly had a father, who was unknown to him. 'The Maker' then slung 'his' right arm around Anakin's right shoulder and gestured forward with 'his' other hand. "Come, Anakin. Walk with me, and I will explain to you that which you do not understand." replied 'The Maker' as 'he' and Anakin strolled forward further into the ever infinite white void.
As they walked continuously into the eternal and infinite encompassing nothingness, 'The Maker' spoke once more gaining 'his' 'son's' attention. "I will show you things as they were, before creation itself. Observe!" declared 'The Maker' as they came to a halt, and 'he' thrust 'his' left hand forth as the void around them changed to become a pure black void of darkness and nothingness. "Before the dawn of time. Before the creation of things, seen and unseen. I, was the void and the void was me. I then set about to create something within the previously empty void. I used my ever infinite power to create the very creation itself." It was then that a large explosion of sort bathed the darkness in white light.
"After the birth of creation, and all things that spawned from it. I, then created a realm of my own to serve as a kingdom of sort, and I called it the Netherworld." spoke 'The Maker', 'his' tone containing a trace of warmth and happiness. The void transformed around them again to appear as a kingdom of sort that sat beneath a pure and shining blue sky.
This kingdom looked to have been built of golden buildings that reached far across the ground in every direction, as far as the eye could see. But what caught Anakin's attention, was what appeared to be a large palace seemingly made of solid gold and pure white stone that appeared to resemble an ancient organ shape that looked to have been built on the side of a large mountain of sort, with the face of the mountain at its back. It looked to have been roughly three-quarters of a mile in length from side-to-side.(A/N It essentially is supposed to resemble the Asgardian Palace from the Thor movies.)
"With the Netherworld completed. I then prepared myself to bring into being, its inhabitants. I, then thought to myself the words, 'Let I create the beings of great power as spirits. Just as I am, they shall be called not only my servants, but my children and friends as well and they shall be called now and forever more, the Vëlaínía'. It was then that I, created theVëlaíníac host, as numerous as the sands of the sea. And as immeasurable as the stars in the sky." spoke 'The Maker' as the void transformed around them once again showing numerous spiritual beings.
Both masculine and feminine outlines were shining with a pure and bright light of hues of gold, amber, and white, making them appear like the purest heart of a burning fire and their features remaining non-discernable. They were dressed in shining gold and silver armor over long white hooded robes, with their hoods raised over their heads obstructing any chance of observing their featureless faces of glowing light. They also had a circular shaped disc of light hovering over each of their heads, and had a pair of beams of light emerging from their backs that gave the illusion of wings.
"They stood below my throne, and stood in the great hall of my palace ready to do whatever was asked of them at a moment's notice. Their appearance was like burning coals in a fire, and their bodies crackled with thunderous sound."
"I then appointed six of the seven Archvëlaínía, Gáthríel, Lóríós, Irûriël, Súmílnó, Alzáron, and Astáldë. Highest of all Vëlaínía, with all others beneath them in power, authority, and grace. Surpassing all amongst the Vëlaínía." explained 'The Maker', 'his' great voice powerfully sounding, as the void changed around them and appeared six different Vëlaínía that radiated power that was non-existent among the lower ranks. They also sported two pairs of wing-like beams of light.
"I created the Head Archvëlaínía before his brothers and sisters to lead them as their superior. He was the second sentient creation I had made. Created after only his elder brother. He would represent courage, strength, and protection. He was named Michael, the Demiurgic Archvëlaínía." said 'The Maker' as the void changed ever again to show Anakin who Michael was. He appeared differently compared to his original form of being a spiritual being of pure light and fire. He instead took on the form of a fair-skinned man who looked to be in his mid thirties, with short golden blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. He was dressed in the brightest of white robes, spectacular golden armor over his robes, with black gauntlets and boots. He had an even brighter shining golden disc above his head, and had two pairs of wing-like beams of light.
"These were those who would come to be counted amongst the 'Sons of Light'. Michael, Gáthríel, Lóríós, and Irûriël would later become known as the 'Four Beasts', the four aspects of the Force itself. The Living, the Cosmic, the Unifying, and the Physical. These were those who would stand in my great presence." spoke 'The Maker' as 'he' then loosed a sigh of sort.
"I also created Sëmjazíl, Arakibáël, Rámíûl, Kovníál, Támûíl, Romzíal, Dámíel, Ezkáquëël, Barnáchëûl, Aznázáel, Andrómásûl, Brístmasûl, Ankáel, Záqíel, Símsáphëël, Santûrël, Tûríël, Jûmdarël, and Serapháel. These were they who would soon become counted amongst the 'Sons of Darkness', those that would soon fall from grace following their first in rank in rebellion."
It was then at that moment that the void in front of Anakin and 'The Maker' changed to show nineteen graceful Vëlaínía radiating light and purity from themselves, only to become consumed in pure darkness. Their bodies no longer emitting the purity of light, rather, the rancid impurity of evil and darkness. As they took on the appearance of spiritual beings that were shrouded in black shadow, a sickly volcanic orange fiery aura surrounding them as their outlines and eyes glowed a sickly amber, furnaces of pure hatred.
"I had created all of the Vëlaínía as equals to one another, except for one whom would surpass all the other Vëlaínía in brilliance, splendor, and authority," spoke 'The Maker', 'his' voice containing neither happiness nor sadness. "This Vëlaínía would be appointed over a third of the Vëlaíníac host and would lead in praise and worship of my grace. He would stand closest at the left hand of my throne in authority, clothed in shimmering color, radiating power, and wings like no other Vëlaínía, especially his brother Michael. This Vëlaínía was exquisite in beauty, brilliance, and unlike any of his brothers and sisters. He was the High Andûrië, exceeding even the seven Archvëlaínía and the Four Beasts. His name was; and forever would be, Sámaél, the Light Bringer and Son of the Bright Morning Star."
The void changed to show the form of a fair-skinned man who looked nearly identical to Michael and was slightly older, with the same short golden blonde hair and ocean blue eyes of his brother. He wore the darkest of gold armor over robes that were as black as Michael's were white, blacker than the darkest night, complimented with equally black gauntlets and boots. The disc of light above his head and the two wing-like beams of light were the brightest and most beautiful golden color. He radiated pure power and appeared similar to a star gone nova, a being of pure luminous Force energy that flowed like an endless river.
However, it seemed Sámaél had also undergone a difference in his appearance similar to his fallen Vëlaíníac brothers and sisters that had become his servants and followers. He no longer appeared as the pure being of Force energy and light, rather he transformed into an unrecognizable being of pure darkness. Light seemed to wish to burst forth from him, but some oily blackness that covered his new form prevented it from wholly doing so. The being that he had currently become was still humanoid in shape and appearance, but he seemed to be armored; though veiled in an indiscernible fashion. A long flowing ankle-length cloak of darkness replaced the wing-like beams of light, and was tattered; but only because it seemed to be made of shadows that whirled and broke in the winds.
He was not only shrouded in the shadow of darkness, no...he was the darkness. His form was now that of a wraith-like spiritual being of pure shadow, that which extinguished all light around him, as water would extinguish a flame. The darkness curled around him like a billowing cloud of thick smoke with a mind all its own, and with each passing standard second, the darkness whipped around him further.
The last thing Anakin saw upon the figure Sámaél had become was his head seemed to morph into jagged lines, and a tall central spike like a crown of armor. While his eyes seemed like furnaces that burned hot with hatred and malice, unlike the sickly golden hue of a Sith. Instead, they were a glowing and glowering reddish-orange, hot and bright, same as the outline that surrounded him.
The image of the fallen High Andûrië Sámaél, disappeared off into the void as 'The Maker' spoke once more. "With all of the Vëlaínía brought into being I then created the universe in its entirety. It began small at first, as do many. But like a child, it grew further each passing second, until it became what it is now. One of my most magnificent creations yet, a great expanse of space-time and dimensions where upon I filled it with the first spark with stars and planets. I had created the life that filled it, humans, such as yourself came first and were then joined by other alien creations. And it was then that I declared that the Vëlaínía would serve my creations and watch over them."
"It was at that time, eons before your birth; before even the Jedi and Sith Orders, before the Force Wars between the Je'daii; before even the concept of the Force was discovered by monks of the Order of Dai Bendu: there was balance." replied 'The Maker', his voice having a sense of peace and harmony within it.
"However." began 'The Maker', his voice once more taking on a grave tone."At the time of my declaration, Sámaél raged with anger as he sighed unfitting, that he, the most magnificent of the Vëlaínía, would have to serve beings lower than himself and beneath him in power."
"He openly defied my declaration, and when ordered to quell his anger, he lashed out and refused. I will show you all that had occurred." exclaimed 'The Maker'.
'Sámaél, you dare defy my declaration? I who am the one who created you from the primordial void. Who gave you being, and yet you choose to not quell your anger in my presence.' spoke the manifestation of 'The Maker'.
'If it displeases you, then I will take that which is your first creation, that power you call 'The Force'. It will be made mine, and I shall become your better. My Lord. I will then use the Force, your power, to ascend to greatness and set my throne above your own. I will be The One Who Is All Things. I will be the one who is truly better than you.' declared Sámaél, his tone containing true bitterness and hatred that filled his words, all the while nearly all of the Vëlaínía muttered amongst themselves.
'Sámaél, you are the wicked and unappreciative Vëlaínía. I must only ask of you, why have you refused to obey my command?' asked 'The Maker', 'his' voice full of sadness, hurt, and betrayal.
Sámaél reached up both of his gloved hands to the sides of his black hood and pulled said hood back as he glared at his creator. His eyes no longer their once beautiful ocean blue. Instead, they were twin reddish-orange suns of burning hate.
'I am Sámaél, the Light Bringer and Son of the Bright Morning Star. It is beneath me to serve those inferior beings that you have brought into creation and have given life. I will not obey your decrees, my former Lord. Nor will my Vëlaíníac brothers and sisters who stand with me by my side.' decreed Sámaél as one-third of the Vëlaínía present splintered off from their fellow brothers and sisters, instead choosing to follow their first in rank. The other Vëlaínía all showed expressions of hurt and betrayal upon their faces.
The corners of Sámaél's mouth turned upwards, his lips taking on the form of a devious grin of pure evil as he looked towards both his foolish Vëlaíníac siblings and his foolish former Lord.
'Sámaél, you have taken a great task upon yourself. You have elected yourself to be just as I am, and you have vowed to take the power I have created for all. But, you have also vowed to ascend above my throne in the Netherworld, and to take my place as The One Who Is All Things. I will not take to your threats Sámaél, for you act not like the most exquisite Vëlaínía. Rather, you act like a disobedient child.' 'The Maker' announced, his voice booming loud and clear for all to hear.
Sámaél's mouth then turned downwards in a frown and his features assumed an expression of rage and vengefulness. 'If it is those beings you wish me to serve. Then I would rather serve myself. And if you will not give the Force to me willingly, then I will take its power for myself by force then!' responded Sámaél, his voice full of annoyance at having that which was rightfully his kept from him.
He raised both of his gloved hands upwards towards the sky. His palms open and outward as his fingers extended forwards. Then a great crackle was heard as pure black bolts and tendrils of lightning exploded forth from his gloved fingers. To Anakin that power was not unlike Force Lightning. But to him, the power behind the tendrils of black tinted electricity showed this power was beyond anything he had ever seen from any Force-user he had encountered in the past. Greater than even Palpatine's or even The Son of Mortis'.
Sámaél continued using the 'Dark Lightning,' as he assaulted and bombarded the light within the throne room of 'The Maker'. He screamed with every breath he could muster. His lightning bombardment continuing as he attacked the very light of the throne room.
It was then, only after he had accomplished his goal of blanketing half of the room in pure oily blackness, that the fallen High Andûrië finally ceased his black electrical bombardment. His appearance now different from how it had looked before, he now looked like a mid-way point between his former appearance and his future form. His skin the most absolute pale and bone white. His hair, no longer its golden blonde, now instead it was the most raven black of color, and the dark gold armor he wore upon his robes now matched them, being as black as night.
When Sámaél had lowered his arms back to his sides he looked towards 'The Maker' once more, a confident devious smirk graced across his features. 'I have done that which I had promised. My once foolish Lord. I have taught half of your creation, the Force, the lull of darkness. Now with its existence it will forever give me the power I need to mock you. Sadly I couldn't take all of the power that the Force represents. But, I believe now at this moment, half will be enough. Until I take the whole of the Force as my prized trophy.'
Sámaél raised his right arm pointing his gloved index finger forth towards 'The Maker' first, then pointing it towards his former Vëlaíníac brothers and sisters. His smirk never leaving his face for but a second. 'You will see. No longer is the Force in unity and balance. Now there are two sides that which the Force now exists as. And you should all be so wise to fear the might of the side of the Force I have now created and given life to. YOU WILL ALL NOW FEAR AND EXPERIENCE THE POWER OF THE DARK SIDE OF THE FORCE AND FOREVER WILL ALL OF CREATION BE MINE!' declared Sámaél as around him, his followers then lifted and flexed their gloved right hands before their faces, the Dark Lightning crackled and danced between their fingers and upon their palms. Their features forever changed with their robes of black, their skin bone white, and their eyes a sickly glowing amber.
'Sámaél make genuine your foolish threat, and be gone from our Lord and Father's presence. Lest I remove you by force, brother.' spat Michael, as he spoke for the first time. He stepped towards his fallen brother by only a few paces, as he came to a stop his hands glowed with pure golden Force energy.
Humiliated at first by Michael's declaration, that anyone but 'The Maker' would attempt to challenge him, Sámaél's facial expression twisted into that of anger.
'Do not ever refer to me by that name for as long as there is time, BROTHER! I no longer go by that weak, petulant, name. That name was that of a weak, mindless being of no sentience. Henceforth from this day and forever more I am no longer Sámaél the Light Bringer and Son of the Bright Morning Star. I am the all-powerful Dark Lord of Chaos, Acheron.' spoke Sámaél, now renamed Acheron.
Acheron and his followers then raised their gloved hands and shot forth bolts of their power, in-turn they were met by the tendrils of golden energy used by the remaining Vëlaínía, the appearance of the tendrils almost similar, with only color being their key difference. The black and golden tendrils of Force energy met in the center clashing against one another as if fighting for dominance.
"Then there was war in the Netherworld. Sámaél,who had declared himself the Dark Lord 'Acheron', and his fallen brothers and sisters clashed mercilessly with Michael and those under him. It was the first and most terrible war that had ever been fought. The 'Celestial War'. Finally, after there had been much loss on either side, Michael had cast Acheron out from my presence in the Netherworld. He was cast into a sea of fire, a pit of chaos, an infinite distance away from all of the destruction that he had caused." stated 'The Maker', 'his' voice now full of sadness.
"How does this involve me, if I may ask, Father?" asked Anakin, his tone of voice containing confusion. 'The Maker' looked to 'his' right at Anakin, as if pondering the question for a moment. After a few passing standard seconds, Anakin was met with an answer to his question.
"How this involves you, my son, is that when Acheronwas cast into Chaos with all of his remaining followers, Michael had chosen to enter the universe, bringing with him his two children to a special planet. They would then try to maintain watch over the Force, until it could be purified and brought back into balance. In fact Anakin, you have already met Michael before and knew of his identity. You need only remember." explained 'The Maker'.
At this point Anakin retreated back into his mind, sifting through all of his memories, trying to remember where he might have met the Head Archvëlaínía. After thinking for some time, Anakin's eyes lit up with recognition.
"He was The Father." he began his voice filled with surprise, "He was The Father from Mortis who I encountered during the Clone Wars. That's where I remember him from." 'The Maker' nodded 'his' head in acknowledgement, informing 'his' son that he had made the correct declaration.
"Yes, he was the celestial being you encountered upon Mortis. He and his children, his son and daughter, remained on the planet to keep the Force in as great a balance as they could manage. Until Acheron was able to send a portion of himself outside of Chaos into the universe, and onto Mortis. He then found Michael's son, twisting his mind with lies and deceit, turning him against his father and sister."
"It was then that Acheron infected him with the Dark Side of the Force. Throwing even the peaceful Light Side illuminated planet into disarray and imbalance. And after the fall of his son, Michael spoke with me regarding the damage Acheron had caused. It was then that I informed Michael that a savior would come and undo all that Acheron had wrought. The savior I promised Michael, and to the universe, was you, Anakin. My son." replied 'The Maker' as 'he' wrapped 'his' right arm around Anakin's shoulders."You would be the one to destroy Acheron, his control of the Dark Side, as well as purify and bring balance to the Force."
Anakin's face took on an expression of shock. His destiny was far greater than anything he or the Jedi could possibly imagine or comprehend. He was born not only to destroy the Sith, but rather, to correct the imbalance in the Force that a powerful demonic Force-being had intentionally caused.
"But, I failed to fulfill the prophecy, Father." began Anakin hanging his head low in disappointment at his failure. "The Force is still in a state of imbalance. And there's no way that I can correct it. That's why I asked the Force, or rather you, to let another person be born to finish what I started, and fulfill the remaining incomplete portion of the prophecy. Hopefully they would be powerful enough to destroy Palpatine and bring an end to this entire kriffing nightmare." remarked Anakin.
'The Maker' nodded 'his' head in agreement, "Then it shall be done. Another will be born to complete the prophecy and vanquish Acheron, the Sith, and the Dark Side into the void of oblivion. They will be more powerful than Darth Sidious himself could ever hope to be, with only you and those of your bloodline being the only ones to surpass them in power." declared 'The Maker' before directing Anakin's attention to something else.
"I believe that our conversation has come to an end, my son. We need not dwell on sadness at this moment. The child who shall finish what you have started will be born soon, and will return the universe to its once peaceful state. It is now time for you to see those who are waiting for you. It is time for you to cross over into the Netherworld. Padmé is waiting for you Anakin. And a lady does not wish to be kept waiting." said 'The Maker', his voice carrying a trace of a smile in his words.
Anakin shared a small smile with his father as they both disappeared from the void. For even in this darkest of moments, soon a beacon of light, a symbol of hope would come and destroy the darkness. Or would it?
Author's Note:
Okay, so there's the only deleted scene from Chapter 1. The scene took place between Anakin becoming one with the Force and Sidious arriving on Mustafar to find his apprentice's dead body.
I'd like to point this out to you who have read Chapter 1 and this deleted scene, that things aren't how you think.
Anakin is still The Chosen One of The Force, not Harry. Anakin has by this point already fulfilled 90% of The Prophecy of The Chosen One, Harry is actually just finishing what Anakin started and fulfilling the remaining 10% of The Prophecy.
Anakin is The Chosen One of bringing balance to The Force, while Harry is the Chosen One of destroying Voldemort. So they're each The Chosen Ones of their respective prophecies and destinies. Harry doesn't become the Chosen One of both Anakin's prophecy and his own prophecy, that was never my intention and will never happen in this story.
Harry will just remain as The-Boy-Who-Lived of Sybill Trelawney's prophecy, nothing more.
So, I'm just letting you all know, that I'll have to use this Author's Note again in Chapter 2 so that everyone who's reading understands. Just in case they didn't read the deleted scene or this message included with it.
So, I'm gonna get back to writing Chapter 2 to make it the best I can.
May the Force be with you. Gold Quantum Ranger, out.