A/n- Thank you for all the reviews. Now I will address several of your concerns and explain. This is not a Padme'/OC Fic, and I normally do not write Padme' in with other partners. However for this story there is a plot behind why she is marrying Miles. She believes Anakin is dead. I am trying to make this as realistic as possible and a note. How would Anakin know that she was marrying another man? He is halfway across the galaxy and is still attempting to gain his strength back. So, with that in mind. Padme' and Anakin will see each other again, but it is not going to be for awhile. There is a reason for this and again it will not turn into a Padme'/ OC, because she is marrying Miles for protection and that is all, and to have a friend there for her. If you have any doubts, read back Padme's last few thoughts in the last chapter. This is an A/P fic but they are being kept apart for reasons I cannot explain, or I will ruin the entire plot of the story. So Please stick with me, and read on if you want to find out what happens. Please review as always!

-GP

Chapter 12

Planet: Caloria: Jungle

Timeline: Elona Day 12, 17 BBY

Anakin's eyes stare down the slave gruel. The stench reaches his nose, reminding him of many years of eating this mush. His taste buds revolt at the very sight of it. He sighs; he needs to regain his strength. He wants to regain his strength, because his muscles ached when he attempted to crawl to the table. His arms did not have the same flexibility as a year before. His eyes had returned to normal, and he just the week before had begun walking on his own.

"Eat boy, you need to regain your strength," Arian's voice croaks out, as Anakin's eyes fall onto the elderly man.

Even after so a few months of living with this man, he still knew nothing about him. This man's body was about to fall apart, much like Anakin felt- but those azure eyes of Arian's. They held so much resolve and determination for a man of his age. This old man had saved his life, and Anakin is still wondering how someone could have saved him….

The wound had hit his heart. His body wears a scar of Palpatine's mark; the mark of a traitor- the mark of a former Jedi.

He could not determine where this story had come from. Who had conjured it? Palpatine's officials? Or had the Jedi conjured up this plot? He sighs and rubs his eyes. He had struggled with the knowledge given to him through Arian. According to rumors floating around the city, he Anakin Skywalker was officially sentenced to death over a year before- killed by Mace Windu himself. He did not know if it was true or not, but he could not believe the Jedi would think him a traitor… unless they were not aware of Palpatine's true identity.

"Be mindful of your thoughts," Arian says, and Anakin's eyes flicker up to the old man.

His eyebrow rises in confusion. "My master use to say those same words to me. Are you-?"

Arian waves his hand and utters, "It was a long time ago- long before you were born. The past does not matter, all that matters is at this moment you regain your strength, and fore you will need it in the coming years."

Anakin's brow furrows and he suggests, "Coming years? Are you suggesting you know the future events?"

Arian shrugs and replies, "It is just a feeling, for now focus on gaining your attachment to the force and the physical world around you. You cannot focus on your old habits, Anakin."

Anakin frowns and dips his plastic spoon into his gruel. He shuts his eyes and gulps down the slimy but satisfying food down his throat. He could get through this… I've been through worse things. This should feel like nothing-

He breathes in and out, watching the younger man struggle to eat the harsh gruel. He smiles slowly. Anakin would be the Jedi's undoing. Arian did not believe in the power struggle between the Jedi and Sith. He understands the truth. The Sith and Jedi are alike- both have force powers and a code to follow, and Master and apprentices. Both fought for the force- and to gain power in different ways. The Jedi may use the light side, but there is always a slice of darkness in every Jedi.

Specifically the Jedi nowadays, they had become corrupted by the government or would soon become corrupt by the struggle of power.

Anakin sets his spoon down and finally asks, "How do you know of my old habits, Arian?"

Arian's smile widens. If you only knew Anakin…. "I know you were brash and all brawn, never calm and collected. Your master was the calm and collected one."

Anakin smiles briefly at this mention and utters, "And I'm taking it you are not going to elaborate on how you know me so well?"

Arian shrugs. His eyes smiled knowingly at him though. Anakin knew Arian was hiding something and he had a strong feeling he did not want to know the truth.

Suddenly he felt a cold chill down his spine. Arian was closer to the truth than he was letting on.

Give it time young one. Soon, you will discover the truth.

To Be Continued.