Hello good people, salutations to all :D I was planning to write a Star Wars story for so long and have now found inspiration to do so. I'm not sure how long it will be but I have a good, long plan on what to do.

As always, reviews would be appreciated. I am new to Star Wars and as a heads up, I have not read comics or seen all the films, but I have a good general knowledge. If any could be so kind as to thrown in any line of ideas or advice, I will be exceedingly grateful

this is short but it's just a prologue, more will come:D

Disclaimer: I in no way or form own anything to do with the Star Wars franchise.

Prologue

They say your mind plays tricks on you when your sat alone in the dark, with only the sound of your haggard breathing to reassure you that you are still alive. That must have been true, for the long shadows that creep across the rotten floorboards appear to be inching their way closer to you. Every point like a demonic claw, the howling wind outside creating ghostly whispers that taunt and cut. Endless reminders of the demons that hunt you and haunt your every waking moment. Why else would you end up in this frozen wasteland, with death looming over every precipice. The cold has long since seeped into your bones, to the point that you feel an icy sense of numbness penetrate your being. Every cloud you breathe from your mouth resembles that of the breathe of a dragon, minus the life sustaining warmth that would rescue your body from this frozen prison you've made your sanctuary.

Yet all is not lost, for the golden ball in the sky hangs above you. It's solar rays tempting you out of the shadows and to enter the light, where all is warm and familiar, and the darkness can be purged from your being. Or so you'd like. The despair eats away at the corners of your mind. So close, so tantalisingly close...yet at the same time so far. Longing ness and desperation awakens with a fiery passion inside your very soul. It ignites a purpose you have long since forgotten. To live. You want, no, you need to live. If not for yourself then for others. You owe them that much, after everything.

Sucking in a deep, purposeful breathe, you once again take in your surroundings, looking for something, anything to aid you in your newfound mission. The darkness surrounding you is immense and volume ness, it's shadows stretching to all four corners of your sheltered abode, making the small space deceivingly bigger. The damp air combined with the mould and mildew which coats every surface, enhances the effect that this place has been abandoned for centuries. Combing through your memory, you can only think of a handful of worlds where you have encountered such disrepair, after all, there are few left in the galaxy that have escaped the modernistic revolution of the current time period. Sadness once again rears up inside you, it's root having taken hold a while ago, the source of which reminds you why you have retreated here, to this barren, lifeless planet where few would think to look for you, and even fewer would dare to try.

Would they try anyway? You wonder. Of course they'll try, the darkness whispers back. They hate you for what you've done. They would, you know. After everything you have done, all the deaths you've exacted, the betrayals you've wrought, the terrible plans your mind concocted. Perhaps he will be the one to track you down, you think painfully. Your brother through your bond in the Force. Or maybe Kiana? You cut her more painfully than a light saber ever could? Your mind screams that you deserve it, deserve to die out here alone. You destroyed your chance of living a life with the woman you love, doomed yourself to the darkness. All those who died by your hand deserve retribution. A justice that needs payment. A life for a life, and only yours will fulfil it.

"Giving up so soon Anakin? Has Obi-wan taught you nothing?"

The humorous tone, so very familiar, fills you with both undying happiness and unyielding grief. Your mind clouds over with disbelief, the sheer force of it makes you shake. You feel your hear pounding inside your rib cage, threatening to explode. Your breathe sharpens, your eyes widen in shock. Impossible! Your mind screams. You slowly gaze upward...

"M - Master Qui-Gon?" You stutter out, your voice raw and scratchy from disuse, scarcely able to believe.