A/n- Okay just to be clear on the Planet's name. This planet actually exists in the Star wars universe. Please review as always.
Chapter 10
Timeline: Welona Day 2, BBY 18.
Planet: Caloria
This world was vast; glorious in trade and expansion. The deep jungles heated the world with its only sun. The jungle swelled with heat on the outside of the city. The vast trees, sweetened the air with its luscious tastes of nectar, peaches and sweet honeydew. The man's eyes searched the yards by his home. His lips are wet, salty and taste the sweet luscious air. He must be sure no one is here. His eyes turn towards his home. His home for the last seventeen years of his life. His is not a young man- no a man in his late nineties who knew the world and it's wonders and had seen too many things to harden his heart. At one time he was powerful and renown for his workings, but he had found himself a slave to his own power, a slave that turned him into a man again. A lonely old man, who was betrayed by his son.
Yes his only son tried to murder him, and had succeeded in taking what was left of himself. And yet he lived- free of his former life.
He is a simple man and yet part of a legacy.
His eyes fall onto the man breathing heavily. The young man beside him looked no more than twenty-four at most. He was young, his hair had grown long and unruly in the last year. He was asleep, awaiting the day he would be awakened from his world of slumber. The mask he wore protected him and helped him in this comatose state.
The elderly man's blue eyes watch the younger man and remember the state he had found him in…
Bleeding and near death.
His body had been lifeless.
His soul had not been taken by the force.
The man known as Anakin Skywalker would live to see another day.
That is if he ever wakes up. Ponders the older man. 360 days ago he was brought to him by a man who's eyes had betrayed the very existence of this boy. The man had fought as a Jedi in the Clones Wars. The man no longer believed in the Jedi. The man left without a word, and no name or anyway to contact him. This was the way of the force.
Arian Panos a man born in 111 BBY, and the last of his line. His brother's grandson ruled over the house of Reena, which held most of the riches of this land. He was a cruel man and murdered his brother in a vile struggle over his lands. His brother died upon that day, Arian Panos died and became a disdained and vile man. His was cruel in his younger days. No one knew the truth of his origins. He had become a man that everyone knew as the infamous Sith Lord, Plagueis, whom they always believed to be a Muun, a terrible species savor a few that appeared to be humanoid. Yet the former Sith smiles upon this thought, even his former apprentice thought this of him.
Arain peers into the mirror by his bedside table. His blue eyes stare back at him, aged but shine with strength, regret and sadness. His head completely shaved, after the events of the fire- his brother had tried to murder him because of his greed. He smiles to himself, his figure is not as tall as he once was. He had appeared to be the size of a Muun- nearly six-foot seven, in his younger years. His hair when there had been any, was auburn. It had been a rich reddish color at one time. The old man rubs his head and ponders on his dead wife, and how she would feel if she knew who he had become.
He closes his eyes and his wife's image is there. Her ringlets of golden hair, cascading down her back, holding their precious boy in her arms. The precious boy who turned into a crazed lunatic genius because of him. Nola Renarus would be disappointed greatly in their son.
He had heard of his death almost a year before. The day had come. Ironically he was murdered by Anakin, who unlike Palpatine, felt emotions- love and loss. Palpatine never cared for much, he did nothing right in his father's eyes.
Arian's eyes fall on Anakin's sleeping form. It had taken many days to heal the young man. He had not used the force in a very long time. He had become attuned to using no more than the average person's senses. He had felt lost without the force, flowing within him. That little flicker of Anakin's soul had brought back the force. It flowed weakly through him at first, then broke into a brilliant illumination, fueling the young man's body back into a state of healing.
Arain smiles at the boy. He had so much strength in himself and so much to give….
The young man deserved the will and the right to a free life.
Arain frowns.
Anakin will not be free until the Jedi have been overpowered.
The sounds of harsh breathing enter the old man's ears. It is faint, and yet it is there. The choking on air. The pulse of life. Movement is heard from behind him. Coughing sounds of a human, awaking startle the old man. His eyes widen and he eyes Anakin.
Anakin's eyes are misty and foggy. They clear within seconds and he finds a pair of blue eyes staring back at him. They appear to be his own blue eyes staring down at him.
The man smiles at him and whispers, " Hello Anakin, welcome back."
To Be Continued.
System: Caloria System ( Colonies)