A New Hope
You were the last hope – or at least that's what I thought. I always thought of you as the miracle child who had survived the Purge. Who was, along with your sister, the only light to come from those darkest of days. The day that I left your father limbless, burning from the fire he had made himself as well as the lava.
The son of the Chosen One.
And I watched you more than you know. I couldn't make myself wait long in between visits as I felt responsible for you. I felt so much of the responsibility for you being orphaned. For Anakin being betrayed and murdered by Darth Vader. The failure that still haunts me.
Through all those years in the desert, waiting for the Force to give me a sign, I was sure that the dark times could finally be ended. And you grew into a young man, entirely too talented and impatient to be satisfied with a farmer's life. When you appeared with your mother's droid with a message from your sister, I knew the time had come to begin to show you what you were capable of. To show you what needed to be done that only you were capable of
You were given a heavy burden to bear. But the Sith had to be stopped, at any cost. They had brought the entire Galaxy into darkness. And I was sure that you were the best chance to bring them down.
Even if one of them used to be your father.
I know you feel that I lied to you about that. But by telling myself that Anakin and Vader are two separate beings is the only way I kept myself sane. And you weren't yet ready to hear the entire truth. It would destroy you to learn who the man you had imagined and admired was.
At least that is what I told myself.
But maybe you were ready to hear the truth about your parents. Perhaps I wasn't ready to tell it.