A/N: This is basically a for-funsies fic that is very loosely inspired by "Shades of Stories, Shards of Time", a poem written by Sophia the Scribe that celebrates the themes, characters, lessons, and truths found in various stories and events throughout history. This fic is shamelessly plotless and is, in its simplest form, the journey Anakin takes as he visits planets and places in "unchartered space." I'm sure that as you read, you'll figure out how I've structured things to fit my purpose. ;)
The story unfolds in short-ish scenes as Anakin encounters other worlds and people from other beloved stories and learns valuable lessons along the way. In this sense, it is something of a crossover fic that cannot be categorized under one book or movie. Hope you all enjoy!
(All of the quotations at the beginnings and ends of the chapters are directly from the books/movies and are not mine... feel free to guess where they come from!)
"I'm a pilot, you know, and someday I'm going to fly away from this place…"
***oo***
Anakin Skywalker is the best pilot in the galaxy, and not only by his own admission. Those who know him best swear it's true and those who don't know him at all trust in what word of mouth brings them. Rumors are often just rumors, but stories are more than rumors and what can't be written into stone must be shared and shared some more. Histories are written by victors (for the most part), but even Average Joe has a story to tell.
The Skywalker kid has somehow made his way into many people's stories. Slave. Spice Smuggler. Mercenary. Ghost. Kid. Wizard. He appears with many faces and names.
And then he disappears. There are no rumors as to where he got off to. No more stories, no more hearsay. The man is gone.
Fittingly (though some would call it coincidence), the galaxy dissolves into war soon after. Skywalker becomes a sought-after target by both sides, but oddly enough the Jedi Order refuses to participate in the hunt. Something about it being pointless. Now that's interesting. Does one of them know something, or do they all just have more important things to do?
Within the walls of the Temple and the even more secluded walls of some of its emptier levels, a dark-skinned Jedi wonders why it's so pointless. His companion, significantly younger and far more devious, shrugs and offers him a little half-smile.
"Something about visiting the stars."
"All of them?"
"He'll be back eventually."