Author's Note: In case this is not obvious this story deals with sexual relationships between people of the same sex. The early parts will have little sexual content and the later parts will have more. However, I will not be writing anything that could be considered pornographic (or "sexually explicit"). Still if you do not like reading about such things then you have been warned.
Prologue: Remembering
The black figure gazed at the young man who stood at the end of the narrow beam, gripping the metal spire, so close to him, yet so far. Luke Kenobi was glaring, nostrils flared, not at the bloody stump, which was what remained of his left arm, but at him. Contempt flowed from him in waves carried by the Force.
"I'll never join you," he said, through gritted teeth.
Behind the cold mask, a smirk creased his disfigured face. This defiance was familiar and could prove useful if the story in motion wound up matching his own. "If you only knew the power of the dark side," said his synthesised voice, "Obi-wan never told you what happened to your other father."
Luke stepped onto the metallic ring at the base of the spire then turned towards him once more. "Obi-wan was my only father and you killed him."
"No, I am one of your fathers, your true father."
"No, no," said Luke, his face twisted and his eyes bulging, "That's not true. That's impossible."
"Search your feelings. You know it to be true."
He cried out twice more, his protest loud enough to be heard over the howling wind.
"Luke, you can destroy the Emperor. He has foreseen this. It is your destiny, just as mine was to defeat the Jedi. They were liars and manipulators, even Obi-wan. For sixteen years, he deceived me. He stole you from me, along with your mother and sister. Now you have returned. Join me and together we will rule the galaxy as father and son." He extended a rigid hand.
Luke stayed silent.
"Come with me. It is the only way."
To his dismay, the defeated rebel leader refused to draw closer. Instead, he leaned back and plunged into the chasm below.
For a few moments, he waited on the platform. His mechanical breathes audible over the rushing air. Then, filled with deep sorrow, he headed for the safety of the low, triangular tunnels, where he had fought his latest duel.
He did not fear that the aspiring Jedi was dead. Luke was alive. He sensed it through the Force, but it disturbed him to see his son denounce him and risk death instead of allying with him. This was the boy he had held, fed and lulled to sleep for three years. He wondered if his aggressive deeds were monstrous enough to turn his own child against him.
No, he told himself, Obi-wan did this. He taught Luke to hate me. He wants him to kill me. His betrayal was total.
He tried to summon the ruthless anger he believed made him strong, but the image of his former master triggered a different set of thoughts. Memories which refused to fade became vivid. To his shame, he surrendered to the ceaseless stream which softened his parched heart and became lost in dreams of light, laughter and love, born of a recent, yet distant, past.
I hope you enjoyed this introduction. The next chapter will be more focused on the prequel era. Please leave a review to let me know what you think and check out my other story if you have the time.