Chapter 25 – What If?

I let the ship in the skilled hands of Obi-Wan and Artoo. I just leaned on the back of the padded chair and looked outside the window.

As Artoo made all the maneuvers for the landing, I found myself wondering if my insistence for coming right to Dagoba h and not waiting some more days, maybe Obi-Wan was right, I needed to be checked on. What if Master Yoda couldn't help me? If he didn't know anything about this, or worse, what if he had the same reaction of rejection and simply told me to get away from his planet and possibly from the Galaxy to stop my bad influence on the Force.

I was worried.

Not only because I feared the possible explanation that the old Jedi could give me, but most of all I feared his reaction. If they had accepted me in the Order, even after all that had happened, their initial rejection and everything, Though in the last few years it seemed like he had accepted me and my presence in their ranks, always willing to help me, in his cryptic way, I knew he didn't totally trusted me. No one, except for a small circle of friends, really trusted me. Even Obi-Wan, and I knew it. He had come to trust me only in the last year, because he had seen the change in me.

The change.

I was beginning to think it had been completely useless.

All the pain, the suffering, the years jailed on Blenjeel, the beatings, the screams and the tears.

Poof! Useless. Completely futile.

I had the Dark Side of the Force so deeply rooted in me, right in my genetic code that...I was doomed to join their ranks.

Willingly or not.

Then something snapped. Genetic code.

An additional invisible weight was dropped right on my neck, making my head fall on the back of the chair. Genetic code. Luke and Leia. What if they had inherited my terrible temper and that... "thing" of the Dark Side? What if its influence would tamper with their life as it had done with me?

It was something I would never want to see. Not my kids. Not them. They didn't deserve to go through what I had to endure in the last few years of my teenage and as a young adult. Not them. They were just too good to have to deal with the horrors of the influence of the Dark Side. I couldn't bear the thought of it.

I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to steady my shallow breathing.

After a while, I felt a small hand circling my clenched fist. "Anakin?"

I opened my eyes and saw Padmè leaning a bit towards me from her seat. "You alright?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. Just a bad thought, that's all."

"Sure?"

I opened my fingers and took her hand in mine. "As good as I can be in this condition. Don't worry."

She held my hand tightly. "I'll stop worrying when you'll tell us what's going on in your head. Until then, please, let me be worried."

Smiling slightly, I nodded. "You won't give up, will you?"

"No. Freaking. Way!" added Obi-Wan turning his seat. "She can be incredibly headstrong when people she cares about are sick. You've seen her with the kids! She's as apprehensive as Threepio sometimes!"

We all were caught in a sudden burst of hilarity. I was almost jumping on my chair, only to feel a sharp jolt from my shoulder down to my left hand. Not good. Not good at all. It still hurt like hell.

"Well, at least I'm not as irritating!" she quickly replied glancing at me for a brief moment. "I don't really know what went wrong when you programmed his personality, but he can be terribly annoying!"

"I don't really know what happened, I guess I made a bad mistake while writing the strings of his behavioral processors, because I wanted everything but that kind of behavior. He can be terrible when he wants!"

"All the time you mean! I swear I've never met a more annoying droid. It's not that I don't appreciate your work, I mean, you were nine years old when you built it but..." Obi-Wan ran his hand through his hair. "Damn, I need a haircut...anyway, Threepio can be useful, but he doesn't know when to shut the heck up!"

"Organa told me you had to wipe his memory."

"Yes, about a year after the twins were born. He just couldn't shut up!" added Padmè.

Artoo then beeped and whistled for a moment. "Oh well thank you Artoo, that's very kind of you!" I told him.

Both Padmè and Obi-Wan looked at me, asking for a quick translation from droidspeak, since they didn't speak it. "Oh he just said that I should have let him write his behavioral program when you landed on Tatooine, he would have done a far better work."

"No offense meant Anakin, but he's right." she said, looking at the astrodroid while he was feverishly working on getting the ship down on the surface of the planet.

"I have to agree, but, you know, I've got used to his annoying presence and I admit I used exploit him a bit when I was frustrated."

"You slapped the circuits out of him!" my old Master said leaning back on his chair. He turned around and checked the navicomputer. "If this thing is correct, we should land in less than fifteen minutes." he declared. "We just need to find a good place to anchor safely this ship. Last time I came here, I swear, I had to lift half of the my transport from the swamp. Not an easy task!"

"Guess you don't want to repeat the experience!"

He shook his head. "No way! This planet is terrible, I swear Anakin that if your insistence in getting here isn't really necessary I'm going to kick your bruised butt from here to Dantooine! All the way there!"

Well, after that not so veiled threat, I really hoped that Master Yoda could give me an answer or Obi-Wan could really do what he had promised. The look on his face didn't mean anything good. Not for me at least. He really disliked that place.

I wasn't familiar with the planet, but it was clear that he despised it. And by the way, as we got closer to the atmosphere, I started feeling a strange sense constriction, as if someone had tied a rope around my chest and was slowly tightening the hold. It wasn't the pain from my injuries, it was a totally different sensation. It just cut my breath short, I couldn't breathe regularly. It's not a feeling that I can actually explain, it was strange, I had never felt like that. Not even when I was really under the influence of the Dark Side of the Force, like on Tatooine or on the Invisible Hand. And it was different from the feeling of being slowly chocked to death that had accompanied me during the year from my escape to the events of Daltarra.

It was something new, something I had never felt.

"Master, can I ask you a question?"

He turned his chair and faced me. "Sure, anything!"

"Why Master Yoda decided to hide here?"

He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "Because Dagobah has a very strong Dark Side resonance. It's the perfect place to hide for someone like him. The problem is that if it's perfect for him, it is not for you or for me if it makes you feel better!" he explained. "After Mustafar and the duel with Vader I stayed there...how long?" he asked Padmè.

"You stayed away a week." she told him. She had better memory for that kind of things.

"That means I remained there four days. Well, at the end of the fourth day, I was absolutely unrecognizable, even to myself. Master Yoda had to kick me away of this planet because I was turning into a split copy of you, according to him!"

Oh, well just perfect! And what if I freaked out the same moment I set foot on that hellish swamp? Not good.

"Alright. I'll have to be careful."

"That's one of the motives why I didn't want to go there. It's wet, the whole place smells like rotting stuff and every time you breathe you can literally feel the Dark Side in your lungs. Not a great place for you."

"I'll be careful." I repeated. I knew that I had to be, there was no need to repeat that.

"Just...just try not to lose it, OK?" again, he was pushing the wrong button.

Not an easy promise to make. "I'll...I'll try." I told him again, groaning a bit.

I hesitated for what? A split moment? Heck, he noticed it. "I don't like when you hesitate." he simply stated, turning again towards the main control console of the ship. "Bad things happen when you hesitate."

Couldn't deny it. And what if bad things happened on Dagobah? What if I lost it, as he had said? I could truly turn into a danger for any of them, not to mention myself.

Still, I had to do this. I had to know. No matter how tight my chest felt and how hard breathing was becoming. It was a matter of survival.

"I'll try not to hesitate then." I replied quite dryly. I didn't like to be harsh with him, even if it was a sort of sport to me when I was a teenager, sometimes it was the only language he understood. I can be stubborn, but sometimes, he managed to get even more stubborn than me. And with that, I think I said everything.

"I know that tone and I don't really like it!" he snapped then. "Reminds me of a dark time."

"Well don't think about it then!" I almost yelled back at him.

I knew he was angry, as much as I was. There was something making me angry in the air, and it wasn't only the fact that apparently Obi-Wan was taunting me.

There was something wrong.

"It would be easier if I didn't know how you behave under the influence of the Dark Side!"

"They why didn't you help me back then?"

"You wouldn't let me help you!" he snapped harshly.

That was the last straw. "You didn't trust me!" I shouted. "You didn't trust me at all! For thirteen years I had to deal with the knowledge that the Order didn't trust me enough to tell me the things I needed to know and look what happened! Too worried to take care of me to notice we had a Sith at the head the Senate?"

"What did you want us to do? What did you expect from the Order? Cuddles and hugs?"

"I expected some respect! That's all!"

"That's enough!" interjected Padmè at that point. "No need to raise your voices!" Obi-Wan tried to speak but she stopped him with a brisk gesture of her hand. "Calm down. That's the Dark Side talking!"

Always wiser than us all.

She was right. Damn right. It amazed me how calm she could remain even in the worst situations. She always kept cool even if we had to deal with the worst of the worst. And now she had to deal with two Jedi deeply affected by the Dark Side of the Force, and most of all, that the influence was making them say long forgotten things that should have remained buried in memories of a time long gone.

I thought I was through with the trust thing. I really thought I had thrown that behind my back and forgot that. I hoped I had, but apparently, there was still a spark of resentment in me. And that wasn't what I wanted. I hated it.

Both Obi-Wan and I leaned back on our chairs and tried to calm down. "Sorry," I mumbled.

"No problem..." she said, still a rather stern tone.

"Me too Padmè." added my Master.

"And...Master, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

He nodded. "Me too Anakin. Don't worry. This is nothing. We can go past this."

I nodded, slowly. "Yes, I agree. It was just a matter of getting away from here."

How could I know that? Well, that episode was just the preview of the discussions that could have fired up on that planet. We weren't even on the surface and we were already at each other's throat, verbally abusing each other as if we had been angry for years and we could only vent it out in that moment.

No doubt that Master Yoda had found the perfect place to hide in there.

"Now you should understand why I don't feel comfortable here. I really hoped I would have never had to return on this Force forsaken planet!"

"I really hope it won't take long to find him." I said then. Artoo then beeped and chirped, turning his chromed dome towards us. "You have his position in your memory?"

Another short series of beeps. "Can you take us straight there?"

He whistled his assurance. "Good." replied Obi-Wan. "Last time I had to scan the whole planet for life forms and it wasn't easy."

If Artoo could have sneered at him, he would have done so. He said something like "It would have been easier even back then if you had brought me with you as I proposed!"

As he read the translation, Obi-Wan ran her hand through his hair and smiled for a moment. "I know Artoo, you've already told me nth times. I just didn't know back then!"

"Weren't you the one who taught me to always leave home prepared?" I taunted him, in an innocent way.

"Actually I taught you not to lose your lightsaber, and that is the Jedi way to teach to be always prepared for anything." he replied. "I just wanted to talk to him, after all that had happened. Order 66, discovering that my suspects about the two of you were not only well-grounded but also well deeper than what I had thought...Sidious and...well, you know what happened."

"Then you understand why I need to speak to him. You've been there!"

"Well, I actually still don't understand but, you know, I don't know what Dalan told you. That changes the situation."

I was tempted to tell them. I really was. I just wanted to take that weight off of me and just get over it but somehow, deep inside of me I knew that I risked a burnout if I told that twice. I doubted I could really tell it twice. Well, I actually doubted I could tell it once without freaking out.

Not that I cared about them seeing me freaking out. It wasn't the first time and certainly wouldn't be the last. I had a special talent for going crazy from time to time. But most of all I had a special talent for jumping into troubles until I was literally drowning. A very special talent. Sometimes it amazed me how easily I could drop into messes far bigger than me and still be able to walk. And have only one prosthetic limb. That was a miracle.

Many miracles had happened in my life. Maybe too many. I had to be grateful for everything I had at that stage of my life. I was happy, until ten hours earlier. I mean, I had everything a man could desire from life: a wonderful wife, two amazing kids that never stop making me proud of them, a tight and expanding group of friends that I trusted with my life... Still, I could find troubles behind every corner, as if I went looking for them.

Damn my dreams and my freaking visions!

They only brought pain and problems, and not only to me, but to all those around me.

My foolishness had taken its toll on them. They couldn't stand my hectic behavior forever. Their patience had a limit, and I would have understood if at some point they would reach the point of no return and just say they had enough with me and that I could go to hell. Alone.

Finally, Artoo managed to take the ship among the vegetation of the planet and carefully drove among the thick fronds and trunks that got in the way. Slowly, agonizingly so, he maneuvered the transport to a still unknown destination, managing to avoid every obstacle on the way that could damage the ship. The ability he had developed at actually driving other than just being a support entity for the pilot, was astounding. No other droid could ever do it that way.

Finally he swerved right and slowly lowered the ship to a solid dry spot, one of the few of the planet apparently, and landed on the four props. As he did so, he turned again towards us and beeped. "Master Yoda lives a mile south east of here. I suggest you to pack some things, like a pair of dry pants. You never know what you could find in the swamp."

"I'll do it." stated Padmè standing up. "Need anything special, Obi-Wan?"

He shook his head. "No thank you, a pair of pants and an underwear change should be enough. I don't think we'll stay here long."

Artoo beeped again. "I'm going to look for a closer place to park this thing once we get there. I was thinking you should pack only clothes that could get dirty while getting there. No need to pack too many things, it will only slow you down!"

We all turned towards him. I swear that droid could take care of a human being way better than the better programmed protocol droid of the galaxy. I wouldn't have changed him for any other droid.

"Oh...well, in that case..." murmured Padmè as she walked to the crew compartment.

"You know, I may be from the old school but you're incredibly lucky to have a woman like her at your side." he said as soon as the door had closed behind her,

"Thank you. And I know, I know very well. Sometimes I wonder how she manages to bear my behavior. I still wonder how could she wait for me for eight years!"

"Love can wait Anakin. I may have been only an external observer, but I've learned a few things about her patience and I can tell you, she would have waited eight more years, or sixteen, or how many years you would have needed to return to her. Her will is strong and steady. She was prepared for the worse, still she never lost hope."

At that I lowered my gaze to the ground. "Well, she's stronger than me. I lost it, at some point."

"I had no doubt about that. But you've been through worse things than her. Even if we were hiding, we always had a roof on our head, a bed for rest and a comfortable Alderaanian ship to travel with. Not to mention abundant meals every day. And people willing to help us. What did you have?"

"A three square yards dark and wet cell, a steel slab as a bed, hideous food and people beating the shit out of me."

"See? You had the right to lose hope at some point. No one blames you for that."

"No one can stop me for blaming myself for that though. And for many other things." I added.

"That's the past Anakin. Forget it, get over it. Overthinking about what you've done ten years ago will not change it."

I was going to reply but Artoo interrupted us. "You should go." he beeped. "Sounds strange but even if you can't see it the sun is going down and there won't be much light in there to walk until Master Yoda's refuge."

"Are you coming with us?" asked Obi-Wan.

He turned his dome a couple of times, as if he was shaking his head. "No, I'm going to stay here and go looking for a place to park the ship, a little bit closer to his hut. But were you really thinking about staying there for the night?"

I looked at Obi-Wan. "I don't really know, I don't even know how Yoda's place looks like!"

Another long series of beeps and whistles. "He's shorter than me. Do you think he rebuilt the Jedi Temple?" with that, he returned to his computer and his tasks.

Obi-Wan and I exchanged a meaningful look. "Well, he has a point."

Five minutes later, we were ready to go. Pants neatly tucked into our boots, hoping that the thick leather would hold the water away, we were ready to face a mile of uncharted swamps. A dangerous stroll, that was sure, but according to Artoo there weren't any life forms bigger than a fish in those shallow waters. At least, the sensors didn't detect anything else bigger than that.

Still, not an easy path. The water was just ankle deep, but the river bed was slick and dangerous, every step had to be calculated, most of all for me, because of my previous injuries. I didn't feel to bad about them, those long hours of sleep, most of all those I took after the dream, had eased the pain away a little, making it bearable. Not to mention the pain med that Padmè had given me right before I fell asleep was still doing wonders on my. It dulled it so I was all functioning, most of all my brain was clear and somehow steady enough to face the fact that I was going to confess what looked like a crime to me, but logically speaking, it was just a destiny's joke.

Bad luck, basically.

Still...

"Nice place he chose as his home..." commented Padmè after ten minutes of silent walk.

"I have the feeling it has something in common with his home planet, but I never dared to ask." added Obi-WAn. He was carrying the small backpack that Padmè had prepared and moving for him was a little harder so he was a little more caustic than the usual.

"You never asked?"

"I met him only once after Mustafar, I had other things in mind those days."

We walked in silence for five minutes more in complete silence, paying special attention to the sounds and noises around us, just in case something bigger than a fish felt it was lunch time and went looking for its meal, and decided we were just what he wanted to eat. I saw Obi-Wan's hand go for his lightsaber at every suspicious noise and Padmè clutching her blaster doing the same every now and then. They were a little over worried about our surroundings, I can tell you.

What happened next scared the hell out of us.

Suddenly, as if coming out of thin air, I felt a cumbersome but still strangely known presence coming closer and closer by the moment. It really felt like it came out of nothing, like a ghost. Even if I knew ghosts didn't exist. Well, at least I thought so.

I stopped them in their tracks. "Wait a moment." I turned towards my Master. "Do you feel it?"

He looked around for a moment then closed his eyes. "Yes, I feel it. It's..."

"It's like I've felt it before!" I said.

He nodded. "Yes, the same for me. I think we're getting closer!"

Then, when we turned around and saw Master Yoda standing on a fallen trunk not twenty feet away from us. "Closer, you say?" he said, his croaking voice hadn't change a bit. "To what, I wonder!" even his basic grammar.

We all jumped a bit on our spots, startled to say the least. Padmè even let out a smothered yelp.

"Master Yoda!" snapped Obi-Wan. "You scared us!"

"Scared, Master Kenobi? A Jedi, scared must be not!"

"I know..." he said. "But the circumstances are...particular, to say the least. We're a bit high-strung, most of all Anakin."

Master Yoda slid down the trunk and gracefully landed on the muddy ground below it. "To see you, Master Skywalker, warms my heart. Passed so much time has, hope to see you I had almost lost."

I bowed respectfully as much as I could. "I am glad to see you too Master Yoda, but please, with all the due respect for you and the Council, I resigned the title of Master long ago. I didn't deserve it."

Leaning on his cane, he nodded, slowly. "Understand your decision I do yet share it I do not." he said. "Discuss this later we will. Senator Amidala, a pleasure to see you this is."

"Thank you Master Yoda. It's a honor to meet you again." she politely replied. Her senatorial attitude surfaced again for a moment then went back to the niche she had carved for that behavior.

He nodded. "Mine the honor is. But adapt this place for conversation is not. With me come. My house will do."

"Thank you Master Yoda." said Obi-Wan as we started walking again. "How far is your home?" he asked after a minute.

"Not far. Not far." he replied. We walked slowly enough not to surpass him and I had the feeling that "not far" coming from him meant actually "quite close", considering our different proportions.

Well, good for me. As I said before, I felt a little better, still walking was a little hard, considering the concussion and everything, moving was still a little tiring.

And I was right. Not too far from the place we had met him, we turned around a huge trunk and suddenly we could see a small hut, crudely built but functional. It was built for his size, which meant that both me and Obi-Wan would have had to crouch quite a lot to get inside. Padmè was a little luckier than us. She was shorter and could sneak inside without much effort.

On the other hand though, I almost renounced before I tried. The door was just above three feet of height and for me that meant literally crawling inside. And with my shoulder in that conditions, I was picturing all the possible scenarios in my head and I knew I couldn't do it. At least I couldn't do it alone!

"Ahem, I think I need some help getting in there!" I said.

Padmè and Obi-Wan exchanged a look and nodded. "I go inside, you keep him balanced alright?" he told her.

She silently nodded and sneaked her arm around my waist to keep me from falling while I gingerly moved towards the tiny entrance and bowed as much as I could. Obi-Wan was already inside and was ready to grab my healthy arm and help me crawl inside.

My chest hurt like hell. Fortunately I didn't need to use my left arm, because, luckily, my legs were both functioning (a bit wobbly, but still functioning) and I could just "walk" inside leaning on my right knee. It took me some effort, but at least I managed to get inside without falling or hurting me. Padmè entered right after I had found a place to sit.

I took a moment to look around. Master Yoda's house was tiny but it was made just for his size. There was a small niche carved into the stone that he had transformed in a bed. A stove and a small fire in a corner of the single room, a tiny table and a wooden chair beneath a window and in the opposite corner from the stove, there was something that looked like a couch or something for eventual guests. It was dusty and clearly not regularly used but it was something. Even the roof seemed to be a little taller, as if Master Yoda had built it specifically for those taller than five feet.

Master Yoda gestured us to sit right in that place while he slowly walked towards his tiny chair and sat himself. "More comfortable this place here. For you not much. But soon rain it will, over my head a roof I like." he said, a strange, crooked smile lit his greenish face.

"Definitely Master Yoda." replied Obi-Wan. "We're thankful for your hospitality."

"A pleasure it is to have you here. But why here you are?" he asked. "And why Young Skywalker like this looks?"

I smiled for a moment, thinking about the evident bandages and the immobilized arm. "It's a long story Master." I mumbled, trying to find a comfortable position. I needed to relax my neck, it hurt like hell, but I couldn't find the right spot.

He nodded. "Time we have."

I glanced at Obi-Wan who promptly took my place as narrator.

"Master Yoda, how much do you know about the events of the Empire and the Rebellion?"

Yoda shook his head. "Not much. Secluded the Force keeps me from everything."

"Well, years ago I told you about what Anakin did. He was sent to prison and he remained there for seven years."

"A long time!" interjected the old Jedi.

I nodded. "Don't tell me."

"Anyway..." started my Master. "Padmè and I did what we could to start the Rebellion. While we were hiding, we met regularly with the other Senators that form the headquarters of the Alliance and during the years we managed to create quite a big thing. We have base all around the Galaxy, some are rather big, like the one we live in, on Dantooine." he paused for a moment. "A couple of years ago Anakin managed to escape and he started looking for us. It took him some time but last year we attacked the Empire and in the end...well, here we are."

Master Yoda nodded. "Something good this is. But on you must go."

He nodded. "Yes. About a couple of months ago, correct me if I'm wrong, Anakin had a vision. About Jax Pavan."

"A friend he was if correctly remember I do."

"Yes Master. We practically grew up together."

"Yes and to make a long story short, Pavan has a daughter, her mother is Aleha Kohr, and Anakin decided to go looking for him. The problem is that also Darth Vader is looking for him and he unleashed the Inquisitors to find him."

"And caught by this Inquisitor you were."

I caught a worried expression on Padmè's face with the corner of my healthy eye. She was clutching my hand in hers so tight it almost hurt, but her closeness made me feel better.

"Anakin and I were caught. Padmè rescued us. Anakin though was beaten up, pretty bad, and the Inquisitor that caught us...well, he wanted to talk to Anakin. When they brought him back from the cell, other than a concussion and a dislocated shoulder, he was destroyed. And he asked to come here and speak to you."

"He didn't say anything." added Padmè. "Even after he had a nightmare while we were coming here."

"How do you know?"

"You were screaming like a wounded rancor. We could hear you through the closed door. We just decided to let you wake up on your own." said Obi-Wan. "We thought it would be better for you."

I sighed. Even this...it wasn't exactly who I wanted it to go. At all. Well, in the end...

I looked up at Master Yoda. He was watching me intently and I felt an uneasiness I thought I would have never experienced again. I always felt that way in front of the old Jedi Master and that hadn't changed through the years. I was waiting for his questions. I knew they were coming, and I didn't have to wait long.

"To me speak you wanted?"

"Yes Master Yoda." I replied.

"Tell me, young Skywalker, why abandon your title you did?"

I looked down and twitched the tissue of the sling through the fingers of my left hand. I was nervous. "I...I realized, while I was in prison, that I wasn't ready for it. Just that. I'm fine with Jedi Knight, really."

He nodded and leaned forward on his crane. "Good. Humility learnt you have."

"Modesty too." said Obi-Wan.

"Good. Please, go on you can."

"I...why did you allow me to become a Jedi?"

He lowered his gaze and closed his eyes. "Something in the Force feel we could. A difficult decision it was and agree I did not. Doubts I still have."

I knew it. "Doubts? About what?"

"About you. Many things obscure still are."

"My origins, for example?" I said, staring straight in his eyes.

He nodded. "Yes."

"What do you know about my origins?"

"No one anything knows. My major preoccupation it was. And yours it is now. Sense it in the Force I can."

I grabbed the tissue of my sling in my fist tightly enough for my knuckles to go white. "Yes, it is."

Both Padmè and Obi-Wan diverted from Master Yoda to me. "What are you talking about?" he asked. He was becoming more worried by the minute. "What did he tell you?"

"That a father he has not. The Inquisitor this told him."

"But that's impossible!" stated Padmè then. "It can't be, we may not know who he was but everyone has a father!t"

"Not me Padmè. I don't have a father. I...I am the result of a manipulation of the Force."

"What the fuck?" snapped my Master beside me, literally jumping on his seat.

I had never heard him curse like that. Not aloud at least. He was really upset. "Yeah, that was pretty much my reaction."

"More there is though." said Yoda then.

I held my breath for a moment before I spoke. "That's what Dalan told me. That's what upset me. That's what makes me sick right now, sick enough that I could throw up right now."

Padmè leaned closer to me and held me tightly, as if she was holding me in case I needed someone to lean on. And I definitely needed something to hold fast onto.

"I...Darth Plagueis, Palpatine's Master, is behind this. Practically he manipulated the midichlorians in order to create life. He his responsible for me being here. From a certain point of view, he's my father. I am the son of a Sith."

Eeeeek, I did it! Finally! Took me forever, but line after line I managed to finish this. Heck, I need stress to write. I need to be stressed, I work a lot better and a lot faster. Apparently, I'm too relaxed. Ok, I'll go back to extreme metal, apparently, my fixation with Florence And The Machine doesn't do me good. Where's my Hordes Of Chaos CD? Need some Kreator!

Anyway, I have the feeling this is a little confused, I really hope it works because this part of the story is very important for everything that will happen, most of all the next chapter. I hope you liked it and, well, see ya next time! Love ya all!