Miyu's point of view.

I felt the warm feeling of sunlight on my skin as I slowly opened my eyes and sat up.

I surveyed my surroundings while rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Shirou was sitting in a chair, watching something on a TV. The Jedi was sitting across from him, a table between them.

So… everything that happened yesterday was real.

Mom and Dad are dead, along with everyone else. And now that old man is going to take us to become Jedi. I hope that he's a real Jedi and is actually taking us to train. I don't want to be kidnapped again.

"Happy birthday, Sis," Shirou congratulated me with a smile.

Just like always, I could literally feel Shirou's emotions as he said that. My twin felt nothing but love for me. His affection makes him so hard to deal with.

"Thanks, Brother," I responded while stretching, before getting out of bed. "I get to make breakfast since it's my birthday, right?"

I felt a little bitterness in Shirou as he looked at the table. "The hotel won't let us in the kitchen. But they do offer free breakfast."

"Oh," I deflated in disappointment.

Shirou and I both like to cook, so we always work together to make our meals. But two days ago, we decided to have a cooking contest for our birthdays, to see who the better cook was. Shirou cooked breakfast yesterday, before our parents gave him his birthday gift.

He made waffles, and they tasted so good. But I can still beat him!

I looked down at my yellow clothing. I was still wearing the same clothing from yesterday morning… before the attack.

Shirou was wearing the same yellow short-sleeve shirt and black pants, he wore yesterday before he left on his new bike.

"Brother," I looked at him seriously. "Can we go back home?"

Shirou's face turned stone cold, I could sense the whirlwind of emotions hidden deep inside my brother. "Why?"

"I need to get some clothing, and I want to say goodbye."

"Everything was destroyed, you won't find any clothing there," Shirou tried to dissuade me.

"But I still want to say goodbye," I repeated sadly. "And, besides, someone else might still be alive. We should go check one more time."

I didn't get to say goodbye to my first family, big brother, or that man. This might be my only chance to have closure. Assuming they're actually dead.

"They're dead, I checked," Mr. Dooku interjected. "But I'll take you to your home, for a time."

"I wouldn't have expected you to agree, Master Dooku," Shirou responded. "Didn't you say Jedi weren't allowed to have attachments?"

"That is correct, but she must have closure to let go of her attachment to your fallen family."

I looked at the old man coldly, even as he was supporting me.

Shirou glared at him, "Fine."

"Excellent," Mr. Dooku said while getting up from his chair. "We will have breakfast, then you'll say your goodbyes."

"What about our clothing?" I asked, while looking up at him.

"I can procure you some once reach the Mon Calamari system. The trip should only take 15 hours."

"I see," I responded coldly.

The Jedi looked at me, seemly judging me for my cold treatment of him.

"Sister, you shouldn't be so cold to others," Shirou lectured me while getting up from his chair. "You should be more like me."

"A sarcastic jerk?" I sent a betrayed glared at my brother.

"I prefer to describe myself as honest," Shirou responded while smirking.

"Brothers shouldn't make fun of their sisters."

Shirou looked at me with a bewildered expression. "I think it's the other way around, Sis. It's the job of a big brother to make fun of their little siblings."

Big brother never made fun of me. And he was a better brother than Shirou. He doesn't have the right to call himself my big brother.

I shook my head. That was mean.

Shirou is my brother, even if he isn't my original big brother. As his sister, I should be trying to guide him into being a good person, like big brother.

I looked up to see Mr. Dooku opening the hotel room door, only to see a man on the other side.

The man's hand was in the air, as if he was about to knock on the door. He was wearing a blue uniform, and had a matching cap. He had bags under his eyes.

"Are you the Jedi?" The man asked with a yawn.

Mr. Dooku's eyebrows raised a couple inches, "that is correct. And you are?"

"I'm officer Tomi," he responded while yawning. "Now that's out of the way, I need you to come with me."

"And why is that?" Dooku asked with slight annoyance.

"There's been a murder," the officer said.

Shirou didn't look surprised, I could sense disinterest from him. It felt like he couldn't care less about someone's death. Why? That's not like him.

"Who's been murdered?" I asked while tilting my head.

Officer Tomi looked down on me, before looking back up at Mr. Dooku, "why don't we talk about this away from the children?"

The old Jedi looked down on me and Shirou. "Fine, you two stay here."

Mr. Dooku and the officer stepped out of the room.

"What do you think happened?" I asked Shirou.

He just shrugged, "An idiot probably got themselves killed for doing something stupid. You should worry about it."

"Ok," I looked back at the door. "How long do you think they'll be talking?"

"Who knows," Shirou said before reaching into his pockets. "Want to play Pazaak?"

He pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket.

"Where'd you get that?" I asked my brother blankly. I know he didn't have that deck yesterday.

"I made it out of nothing," his annoying smirk appeared again.

"Brother, did you steal that deck?"

Shirou's looked taken aback. "Why would you think that?"

"Because I know you're willing to steal when you want, or think you need, something."

"That's not true, I would never steal."

I stared at him accusingly. He rubbed the back of his head in response, "I would never steal for personal gain."

"Stealing is stealing, brother," I lectured him.

Unlike me, my twin is a normal 5-year-old, he doesn't have the life experiences to know right from wrong. And now, with our parents' death, it's my job to teach him the morals they would've taught him.

I could almost taste Shirou's disagreement. "You make it sound like stealing is inherently wrong."

"Of course, it is, brother! How would you feel if someone stole your dinner from you, not good right?"

"I would be fine with it if it was to help someone else," Shirou replied without hesitation.

"But they're not! You'll just end up being used if you live like that."

"I'm fine with being used, if I get to help someone in need."

That's wrong! I can't let him keep this mindset or he'll end up like Father or Big Brother!

Before I could say anything, Mr. Dooku came back into the room.

"The two of you will stay here for now," Mr. Dooku told us, with a small smile only Shirou and myself could see.

"Are you sure its fine to leave the two of them alone?" The officer asked with a scowl. "I can get someone to watch them while we investigate the murder."

"That is unnecessary," Mr. Dooku responded while turning around elegantly. "If they're going to become Jedi, then they're going to need to be able to survive being alone for an hour or two."

Officer Tomi scowled at the Jedi, before looking down at us again. "You know where the crime scene is, Jedi, so why don't you go on ahead. I need to talk to these two, alone."

"Fine, but know this, those children are now under the custody of the Jedi Order."

"I know! I know!" the man responded as Mr. Dooku left the room, closing the door behind him.

Shirou was looking at the officer with interest. I just wanted to get this conversation over with.

"Are the two of you alright?" Officer Tomi asked us with a voice full of concern. For a moment, I thought the bags under his eyes disappeared.

"Why wouldn't we be?" Shirou asked in response, a confused expression on his face.

"Because that Jedi is an off-worlder and can't be trusted."

Shirou looked at the officer skeptically, "Someone isn't bad just because they're from somewhere else."

"I agree with my brother," I sided with Shirou.

"Maybe, maybe not," officer Tomi said, clearly not agreeing with us. "But the fact that this man is a Jedi, that brings his character into question."

"What's wrong with Jedi?" Shirou asked with genuine curiosity.

"The Jedi are strange sorcerers that kidnap younglings and brainwash them. Just like what that man is trying to do to you two."

I glanced over at my brother, as I sensed his emotions. The officer's words didn't scare him, instead they caused him to feel pity for the Jedi.

"And how do you know that?" Shirou asked with a tired expression.

"Because it's common sense. There's no way the Jedi aren't up to something evil with all the power they got."

Shirou sighed, "To me, it sounds less like the Jedi are up to good, and more like you're just scared of the unknown. In fact, I trust Master Dooku more than I trust you."

As Shirou said that, I noticed an emotion buried deep within him, frustration.

"Master, huh. The Jedi must already have you under their control," the man said before looking at me. "But what about you?"

"No," I responded simply.

That was the only possible response I could give to his question, especially after he insult my brother.

"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you," Officer Tomi said before turning to leave the room.

"Brother, do you think that was the right thing to do?" I asked him after the officer left the hotel room.

"Yes, that officer's bigotry comes from his own fear of the unknown, and an inability to understand others," Shirou responded while shaking his head. "People like him fear those who are selfless because they can't understand selflessness."

I frowned at Shirou's words.

"Anyway, let's go explore the capital," Shirou declared before I could say anything.

"Why?"

"I thought that you might enjoy the sights, Sister," he scratched the back of his, before looking away. "And it might help to get your mind of things."

"Sure, let's go," I agreed after a moment. That way I don't have to deal with the headache that comes with trying to dissuade my twin from doing something.

Shirou smiled in response.

Shirou and I were walking through the streets of the capital, looking at all the closed buildings.

Shirou and I were walking through the streets of the capital, looking at all the closed buildings and the empty streets.

"I guess everything is closed because of the festival last night," Shirou stated while looking down the street we were on. "It looks like the cleaners have already come through."

"Yeah," I responded while looking away.

"What's wrong?"

"I forgot about the Loth-wolf festival," I pouted. "And after all the work I put into making my mask!"

"All the work?" Shirou parroted back at me with a look of disbelief. "You finished your mask in an hour. That's hardly what I call hard work."

"Shut up! I actual worked on mine, unlike you."

"Hey now, that's unfair. I left my mask purposely blank, I felt that it represented me best that way."

"That sounds like an excuse to me," I accused Shirou while glaring at him.

Shirou had the nerve to roll his eyes, "If you cared so much about it, why didn't you do my mask for me. After all, not all of us are genius artist like you."

I was about to retort, but I stopped just as I opened my mouth. A strange, but almost familiar scent crossed my nose.

"That smell!" I exclaimed before running down the street.

Shirou started to follow me after a moment, having been caught off guard by my sudden action.

"Where are you going?"

I ignored him as I focused on running, not stopping even after I reached the docks. I only stopped once I reached the end of one of the piers.

My eye's glistened as I looked at the massive body of water the capital was built next to. The rising sun was reflected off the water. The cool wind carried its scent into the city.

"So, this is the ocean," I said as I looked out over it.

Memories of my past life played in my mind.

Of the gentle touch of my mother.

Of the cold distant stare of my broken father.

And most importantly, the smile of my Big Brother as he used my wish granting power. Not for wealth, immortality, or even to save the world; He used it to bring me even a little bit of happiness.

It was because of his wish, that I was reborn. It granted me new parents, and a new Shirou. A new life where I wouldn't be constantly targeted by people who wanted to use me.

"Oh, you wanted to see the ocean," Shirou said from my left.

I took my eyes off the ocean and turned to look at Shirou. Only to flinch slightly, as I imaged Big Brother next to me instead of Shirou.

"What's wrong?" Shirou asked me, I could sense his worry.

I ignored Shirou's question, instead focusing on gathering my resolve. I need to talk to Shirou about what he said earlier.

"Brother, I want to talk about something you said earlier."

"What?"

"Why do you want to help other's so much?" I asked him while looking staring into his eyes.

Shirou looked taken aback by the question, before gathering himself. "Because it's my dream."

"What kind of dream requires you to allow yourself to be used by others?"

The wind started to blow harder as Shirou thought about his response, causing his hair to rustle in the wind. "One that requires me to be selfless."

"If this is about being a Jedi—"

"No, I've had this dream long before becoming a Jedi was an option. Becoming a Jedi is just a way to fulfill my dream," Shirou's face became equal parts melancholy and committed. "I want to be a hero. A hero that can save everyone."

I felt my stomach drop as I heard Shirou's dream, it was the same as older brother's.

"This dream… I would give almost anything to fulfill it," Shirou took a second to look over the ocean, his expression softening slight as he looked at it. "I've always known that it will be a hard path to follow, and that it would be easier to just live a peaceful life on Lothal, but I couldn't live with myself if I gave in and took the easy path."

"Wait, are you saying you were always planning to leave Lothal?"

"Yes," Shirou said before looking everywhere but at me. "I was going to wait until we got older, saving up for a ship, or passage of Lothal. Then I would become a mercenary, fight to help those in need across the entire galaxy."

"But you could just stay on Lothal, be a hero here! It would be much safer."

Shirou chuckled at my proclamation, "One can't be a hero in paradise, Sister."

"What?" I asked while looking at my twin like he was crazy.

"Lothal has no wars, nor mass starvation, or unjust governments. Any crimes are handled by the police swiftly and fairly. Our homeworld is in many ways my ideal world. But I can't stay here for that very reason."

That isn't logical! Why would you want to leave a world because its to close to your ideal world?

"I'm sorry, Sister, but this is just how I am. And nothing you say will change that."

Shirou said that with a stone-cold face, but I could sense beneath that mask. He may not show it, but he cares about me and my opinion; he wants me to support his dream. At the same time, his convection to fulfill his dream is too strong to be changed by me.

Not supporting his dream won't make him give it up, it'll just hurt him.

I clinched my fist.

"Ok, we should get back to the hotel room before Mr. Dooku realizes we're gone."

"Good idea," Shirou responded with a cold expression.

We walked back to the hotel room in silence.

We got back to the hotel room just before Dooku returned.

"Are the two of you prepared to leave?" Dooku asked as he entered the room.

I just nodded in response from one of the beds.

"I've been ready to go since this morning. But are you sure you're ready to leave? The elderly shouldn't push themselves to hard," Shirou commented with a slightly sarcastic tone.

Dooku glared at Shirou, "With age comes wisdom."

"Wisdom can come with age, Master Dooku."

"A fair distinction," Dooku conceded. "I can think of more than a few 'elders' who posses the wisdom of a youngling."

"hm," Shirou responded as if to voice his disinterest in continuing this conversation. "How'd the investigation into Corrand's death go?"

Dooku's eyes narrowed at the mention of that unfamiliar name.

"He was killed with a single stab wound, from a what appeared to be a normal dagger or knife. The investigators were unable to find the murder weapon, or any other evidence that might lead to the assailant. And there wasn't any video evidence since that fool decided to remove the cameras from his office."

After Mr. Dooku finished his statement, Shirou 'hm'-ed again. It was almost like he expected Mr. Dooku's response.

The old Jedi stared at Shirou, as if he were looking for something inside his's eyes.

"We've wasted enough time here," Mr. Dooku suddenly declared. "It's time to go."

I swallowed hard, knowing that I'm going to need all my courage for what comes next.

I took a deep breath, as Mr. Dooku's starship touched downed several yards outside of my village.

Mr. Dooku was sitting in the pilot seat while me and Shirou were in the back of the shuttle, near the exit of the ship.

The ship landed, and the door outside opened as the bordering ramp descended.

"I shall wait in the ship," Mr. Dooku said as he exited the cockpit.

Shirou simply nodded in thanks, before looking at me.

He looked at me softly, as he reached out and grabbed my hand, "Let's go."

"Ok," was all that I managed to say as my brother pulled me up and out of the ship.

As we were walking down the ramp, I didn't focus on my destroyed community. No, my focus was on Shirou.

He's face wasn't just cold, it was dead. There wasn't even a hint of life anyway on his face, even his eyes seem to be as dull as a corpse's. His movements were stiffer than usual, as if he was having to force himself to walk forward.

His emotions, that are usually so easy for me to figure out, seemed to have disappeared.

For the last five years, Shirou's emotions have almost felt like they were a part of me, like I could feel them in my very soul. It almost feels wrong to not have that connection, as if I'd suddenly woken up to find my left hand gone.

That's why I tried to dive deeper into Shirou, because there's no way he suddenly stopped feeling emotions.

I focused on our relationship, our bond as twins, but I found myself interrupted as I did so. It felt as if a steel wall had surrounded my brother's heart. I refused to let that stop me!

Focusing my mind even harder, I broke through that steel wall, just to find another. Which I broke though again, just to find another wall.

But I won't let any wall stop me, I kept going, breaking through every steel wall in my brother's heart. Each one was weaker than the last, but that wasn't good enough!

I could sense that something wasn't right. Shirou doesn't seem to realize what I'm doing, but he has subconsciously put-up defenses around his heart. Yet despite that, I sensed no measures being taken to force me out, it was almost as if he refused to fight back.

Why? Unless… he doesn't want to hurt me, even at a subconscious level.

I swallowed hard and gripped my twin's hand harder as we finally reached the end of the boarding and were about to step back on the ground. Shirou tightened his hand in response.

I kept pushing further and further into Shirou's heart, never finding anything but more steel, until I suddenly felt something from my bond with him.

It wasn't any emotion; no, it was something very different.

It was a plea, my brother's subconscious begging me to stop. I could tell that this was its final move, its final attempt to stop me. I'd worn down his mental defenses, and it was unable to fight back against me.

The plea almost caused me to stop for a second, but I resolved myself. Focusing my mind, I made one final push into Shirou's heart. His subconscious put up one final, half-hearted, resistance that was completely shattered by my will.

Then for a moment, there was nothing.

The world itself seemed to disappear as Shirou's heart was freed from its metal casing, for me and me alone.

His emotions were laid bare to me, they were—

I felt teardrops fall from my eyes as I felt all the pain in my twin's heart. It felt endless, as if his heart was consumed by negative emotions.

His heart was held back by regret, the regret born of his failures.

The pain of loss has locked his heart in chains.

And the pain of betrayal has created a dark ball in his heart, one that threats to devour all of its light.

Yet, despite the seemingly endless darkness, there were two lights that somehow managed to hold enough light to pierce through the dark. They were the only thing keeping his heart beating.

The first light was the light born of his dream… to be a hero.

The second light was from his bond with those around him. And I can tell that this light only shines for one person now. If he were to lose that person, me, then this light would be truly extinguished.

I thought that I knew my brother's true heart, but I was wrong. I never knew how much pain he was in.

"Is everything alright, Sister?" Shirou asked as he stopped just outside of our village.

He turned and looked at me. And then he placed his free hand over his heart, as confused expression formed on his face.

"I'm as alright as I'm going to be," I responded quickly. "Can we just get to our house quickly, please?"

Shirou shook his head, "Sure."

We started walking into the village again.

The air still smelt like burnt corpses, and still felt warm, as if the buildings were still on fire.

We passed the first couple house without looking inside. The screams of their occupants, my former neighbors, played back in my mind.

Shirou stopped momentarily to look at our grandparents' house. Its walls were charred black from the fire set by the raiders.

"They might still be alive," I offered to my brother. "They could have survived like me."

"I checked their bodies myself," Shirou said with the same dead expression he had earlier.

"You could've been wrong," I stated quietly.

"Let's just move on, the house isn't far from here," Shirou started to drag me away again.

It took us less than two minutes to reach our home.

Just like our grandparent's house, the building was charred black from the fire set by the attackers. There were also a couple phaser holes in the walls.

Shirou seemed momentarily distracted by the doorway, as if he was imagining someone there. But he quickly shook his head and snapped out of it.

"Are you sure you want to go in there?" Shirou asked me, somehow convey emotions despite how dead his voice sounded.

"Can we visit Mom and Dad first?" I asked him after having second thoughts.

Shirou didn't nod or anything, instead deciding to just pull my hand, leading me behind the house.

There were three gravestones in our backyard.

"The smaller one was for you," Shirou admitted while looking away.

"Are you sure it was our parents you buried?" I asked while looking down at the gravestones.

"Yes."

"But how do you know?"

"Their wedding rings."

"But-"

"Miyu," he interrupted me. "I'm sorry, but they're dead."

I turned and looked him in the eyes, before looking back down at my parent's gravestone.

My parents are dead. They aren't coming back.

The full weight of those words hit me as I looked at the gravestone. I collapsed on my knees.

I started to cry.

Why didn't I do more to help them?

When the attackers came, I was in my room, and I stayed there even as my home was invaded. I was too scared to do anything.

But they might still be alive if I did something, I might've been able to save them somehow.

I felt Shirou arms wrap around me, but it didn't help.

He said something to me, but my mind couldn't comprehend it. I couldn't comprehend anything.

I closed my eyes. I ignored all the sounds around me.

Please… Let this all be a dream. Let me open my eyes and awake from this nightmare.

I opened my eyes, just to find myself somewhere else.

The world around me was far colder than anything I've ever felt. Even the cold winter nights of winter in Fuyuki were nothing compared to this. It felt as if the cold was penetrating my very being.

Yet despite that, it almost felt like I was dreaming. It was as if this wasn't real.

Looking around, I saw that I was on some sort of platform. A vast city seemed to form span in all directions, as far as the eye could see.

The sky was filled with dark clouds that seemed to block out everything. Lighting whisp and crackled from the skies, as if it were signaling the arrival of something.

But that something… it was right in front of me.

There was a man standing on the platform. Or at least something in the shape of a man.

He was wearing a blue armor, with red sleeves hinting at a shirt underneath. His skin looked slightly pale, as if he were unhealthy. My attention was drawn to his eyes, the right of which had a scar across it. They glowed a sickly yellow, filled with nothing but hatred. Luckily, his attention wasn't on me.

"How arrogant! To use the dark side against me," the yellow-eyed man growled as he blocked an attack with his blue lightsaber. "The dark side is mine and mine alone! Stealing from me… Attacking me… You're an unacceptable threat to the order that I shall bring!"

The creature used it sheer physical strength to blast his opponent back, almost off the platform. Said opponent was only able to prevent this by digging his purple lightsaber into the platform.

Before the user of the purple lightsaber could do anything, the thing of pure darkness rose his hand.

"What?!" The man gasped as he struggled to hold onto his lightsaber. He was being pulled into the air by an unseen force, leaving him unable to breath.

"You've always shown arrogance worthy of a jedi, Mace Windu." He started to close his hand.

Within the man, Mace Windu, there was dark power that wasn't his own. Or was it?

I couldn't tell, but that doesn't matter. The other one was using it, somehow controlling it to kill the purple lightsaber user.

Mace Windu's body stumped slightly as his killer finished closing his hand. There was a crunching sound as his neck broke.

The killer lowered his hand, releasing Mace Windu's corpse. He turned around and looked towards a giant building in the distance. The building almost looked like a white dome, at least from this distance.

The yellow-eyed man took a step forward, towards that building… when a purple light flashed out of nowhere!

"Impossible!" He shouted as looked down at the lightsaber that was stabbed through his side. The man turned to regard his attacker with a look of pure hatred.

All he got in turn was the glassy stare of a corpse, pushed on by nothing but its lingering willpower.

"Even in death?!" The darkness sneered before raising a hand, "I won't let you stand in my way!"

With a push of his hand, the corpse was sent flying, with enough force to send it flying off the platform and into the city below.

But he was suddenly stopped, his body suspended in mid-air.

"What now!"

"That should be my line, Anakin."

Both me and the yellow-eyed man, Anakin, turned to look at the source of the voice. Anakin had an annoyed expression on his face. My eyes widened as I looked at the source of the voice.

It was my brother, Shirou! But several decades older. He looked to be in his early to mid-twenties. His skin still had the same copper sheen to it, but parts of his hair were turning white. And he had a tired look in his eyes.

Shirou manipulated Mace Windu's body and lightsaber to fall right in front of him. He knelt down and checked the man's body solemnly before looking around the platform. At two bodies I didn't notice.

One of the two bodies was only half of a body. Its upper half having been completely destroyed. He or she had been wearing a black robe and was surrounded by what looked like scorch marks.

The other body was that of a small green man, there was a massive cut across his chest, and part of his skull was dashed in.

"Anakin… I know that Master Windu is impossible to get along, and Master Yoda is a fool, but that does give you the right to kill them."

"They both got in my way! In the way of the peace and order that I'll bring to this galaxy. Because they were afraid of me, of my power!" Anakin started to walk to his right as he monologed.

"And what about whoever that was?" Shirou asked in disbelief, looking over at the black robed corpse.

"He too was an insect in my way. He had to be crushed with the rest of them. Before he could take everything from me."

Shirou sighed, his shoulders seemingly quaking as more weight was added to them. "Anakin, lets calm down and go talk to Padme or we could go visit your mother. It's been a while since you've seen her, right?"

"No, now is the time to bring peace to the galaxy, and I won't let anything stand in my way," Anakin activated his lightsaber and pointed it at Shirou. "Now are you with me or are you against me?!"

"Which option gets you to stop murdering people?" Shirou asked dry while hiding something in his sleeve. "Because I would like to choose that one."

"You of all people are condemning me of murder? How many have you killed following the Jedi code? Or fighting in this pointless war? I will bring an end to all suffering, all violence and death! And if you're not with me, then I will kill you."

As he said that Anakin's power seemed to grow, causing the air in the area to become even colder. And at the same time, it made this dream or vision feel more real. It was as if he was pulling me deeper into it.

"There's a difference between killing to save lives and murdering innocent people."

"The Jedi aren't innocent! There just as guilt as everyone else!"

"I don't know what's happened to you, but it seems to me that you need someone to beat some sense into you," Shirou said as he pulled out a lightsaber from his sleeve. Its handle was pitch black, with a red hexagon pattern running along its length.

"Do you really think your pathetic powers can defeat me?!"

"No," Shirou admitted, much to my and Anakin's shock. "As you are now, you're far too much for me to handle alone. But I've lost too much to let anyone else I care about fall to the dark side."

"I see… So, you want to die as you lived, a failure," Anakin responded with an evil expression. "Ashoka, I don't feel like wasting anymore of my time on him."

My brother suddenly tensed, then he quickly turned around and ignited his lightsaber. A black colored blade extended from the hilt, blocking a pair of green lightsabers that came crashing down on top of him.

The green blades were wielded by a young nonhuman girl. She was probably a teenager, or her races equivalent to a teenage. Her eyes were golden like her friends, but there was a darkness around her eyes that seem to spread across the rest of her body like a plague.

Shirou held steady against the girl's attack, before purposely weakening his guard suddenly, causing the sickly girl to fall forward. He then used this opportunity to elegantly knock one of Ashoka's lightsabers from her grip. Moving faster than I could follow, he stepped closer to her and spun his lightsaber around to strike her other hand.

"Pathetic," the yellow-eyed man said as he suddenly interviewed in the fight, pulling his young ally to his side before Shirou could hit her. "You have much to learn, Ashoka."

"Sorry, master. Let me have another go at him, I promise you, his head."

"What's happened to the two of you?" Shirou asked, clearly shocked to see the girl.

"Will you shut up already?" the pale girl asked Shirou with annoyance. "I've been waiting a long time to knock that smug smirk off your face, but I don't think that's good enough anymore. No… I don't think I'll be satisfied until I knock your head off your body."

"Smug?" Shirou repeated as if that was the part, he took offense to. "Padawan, I'll have you know that I consider myself the least smug Jedi."

"A sense of humor is good way to face death, Jedi," an evil voice talked down to my brother.

My body shook in terror as I looked at the being floating behind my brother.

The being had red eyes, with black sclera. Its bold head was covered with two red stripes and had a matching pair under its eyes. The creature's skin was even paler than his two allies.

Its power seemed to draw me further into this dream. It no longer felt like I was dreaming, it felt like I was truly there.

"Yo- you're!" Shirou tried to exclaim with a glare, all the sarcasm in his voice gone.

I could tell Shirou had come to same conclusion as me.

This terror that I feel from the very core of my being… This instinctual fear…

This being is the one my parents told me in bedtime stories. It is the one responsible for the death of a countless number of my ancestors.

It is selfishness.

It is cruelty.

It is power.

"I am The Son."

"What have you done to them?" my brother asked him while looking at the other two people on the platform.

"All that I've done is open their eyes to the failings of the Jedi and The Republic."

"Stay out of this," Anakin shouted at the son.

"You're taking to long," the red eyed monster replied. "Some Jedi were about to escape."

The Son rose its hand and pointed it towards the horizon. A giant pillar of red lightning struck at the point the being pointed at. Its power was great enough to light up the entire world.

It felt like the lightning itself was made of pure hatred and was powered by the fear of those it strikes.

Shirou's hands were shaking slightly as he looked on. His eyes were hazy, as if he was sensing something terrible.

"Anakin, Ashoka, he's using you!"

"Hm, and is that any worse to being used by the Jedi?"

"Ashoka's right, the time of the Jedi and Sith is over."

Shirou stared at them in worry, before taking a deep breath.

"Run, Brother!" I shouted, even though this is a vision.

There is no way for him to win. Even that Anakin alone is stronger than him.

"No…" Shirou said as he resolved himself, he reached out and pulled Windu's lightsaber to himself. He ignited it, one purple lightsaber in one hand and his black one in his other. It started to rain as Shirou gathered himself. "I can't let you do this. I will stop you."

The Son started to laugh, "You truly have the foolishness of the jedi down… It sickens me."

"foolishness… ha, that goes without saying but you're not one to talk. I've survived worse odds than this."

"Today your luck runs out."

"Luck has nothing to do with it," Shirou smirk. "I'm just to stubborn to let anything get in my way."

Shirou got in a battle stance, both lightsabers in hand.

But before I could see what happened next, I started to feel something shaking me. Pulling me from this nightmare.

Shirou's POV

"It's going to be alright, Sister," I said to her as I hugged her closely. I took care not to turn around and look at the graves behind me.

My sister's crying stopped after a moment. I started to rub her back, "Don't worry, you'll always have me."

As I did that, Miyu started to grow colder, worryingly so.

"Sister, is everything alright?" I asked her, while pulling away from her.

Her eyes were glazed over, as if her soul had left her body.

I shook her slightly, "Sister?!"

Miyu didn't respond to my calls. She just stared back at me limpidly.

"Run, brother," she barely muttered.

I started to feel a sense of terror and despair that seemed to reach into my very soul.

"Sister! Wake up!" I shook her harder.

Miyu suddenly blinked, returning to the world. "Brother…"

She suddenly hugged me.

I hugged my sister back, "Is everything alright?"

Miyu didn't respond, she slumped in my arms.

I gently pulled away from her and sat her down in front of me.

"Sleep softly," I told my sister affectionately as I pulled one of her arms over my shoulder.

I had to use reinforcement to carry her. Despite being the older brother, Miyu is as tall as me and weighs about the same. Unfortunately, reinforcement wasn't enough to let me princess carry Miyu back to the ship.

Hopefully, her feet won't hurt from being dragged.

I took a couple steps, focusing only on my sister, and maintaining my magecraft.

I wonder what made my twin feel so scared. And I wonder why I could almost feel what had to be her emotions.

I'll need to get rid of whatever scared her so much.

Looking up briefly, I noted that we weren't far from the ship.

I quickened my pace, despite my tired condition. If I stop now, then it would be nearly impossible for me to start again.

Entering the ship, I sat Miyu down on the ship.

"What happened to her?" Dooku asked me.

"She got really cold, then pasted out," I responded while placing my hand on her forehead.

Dooku walked over to me and Miyu. He calmly looked over Miyu, "She'll be fine after she gets some sleep."

"How do you know that?'

"By using the force," he answered mysteriously.

"And did the force tell you what happened to her?" I asked him with a slightly annoyed tone.

"No, but we'll be able to ask her when she wakes up," Dooku said as he turned to walk back to the cockpit. "Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes," I answered immediately.

There is nothing left here for me. And this place is clearly hurting Miyu, hopefully leaving will help her feel better.

I didn't leave Miyu's side as Dooku closed the boarding ramp and brought the ship out of Lothal's atmosphere.

I held my breath as the ship left the atmosphere.

Lothal was visible from a nearby window. My homeworld, it's so beautiful. Even if my world is considered backwater, I've still loved it, and everyone on it.

So, I stared at it taking it all in.

"Thank you," I said to no one in particular.

Hi, hope everyone is have a great night, day or morning!

There isn't much to talk about with the chapter… except for the characters.

Some things to note about these Characters is that they be slightly different to their most common forms due to the way I'm using them/their backstories.

Dooku is going to be slightly different because I'm going to be combining his Legends and Canon versions to form him. Taking the best bits for this fic. So, like the Legends version's hatred of betrayal with the Canon's relationship with his sister.

Miyu going to be different because this Miyu was reincarnated directly after the events of Oath under Snow, so she never met Illya. Meaning that Miyu has never had a friend or got the Character growth that came with that relationship.

Shirou's personality isn't going to be different, but some of his methods are going to be different, but its going to be subtle, and part of his plot line with the jedi. The difference is going to due to his route.

This was going to be revealed slowly throughout the fic, but I think it would be better to write out the working version of this Shirou's route.

First off, his route starts of following the fate route, with one subtle different that kicks of Heaven's feel in the background.

Rin uses one of her command seals on Archer, allowing him to defeat Berserker, but dying in the process. (And yes, it is theoretically possible for Archer to beat Berserker, he does it in one of his FGO interludes, but he does have Mash's help to defend him. So, replace Mash with the command seals.)

This robs Shirou and Saber of their Cliburn moment.

Sakura kills Gilgamesh. Robbing Shirou and Saber of their sword and Shield revelation. (meaning all the development that comes from that encounter to.)

Without these two moments, Saber almost kills Shirou for the Holy Grail when Kotomine offers it to her but pulls back just in time to keep for Shirou to be able to heal. (This causes Saber to completely pull back from her relationship with Shirou, and basically causes her to mentally snap, as implied happens in the actual bad end where she does this.)

The boss battle is dark Sakura and Cu alter. Sakura starts to mentally torture Rin. And Shirou is forced to almost kill her, but Rin ends up being the one to do the actual deed. Rin then passes out.

Saber and Shirou win and destroy the grail, before Rin wakes up. Saber fades, broken beyond repair.

Rin and Shirou go to the clocktower together. But Shirou ends up leaving after being forced to kill Rin because she becomes a threat to ordinary lives in her pursuit to bring Sakura back to live.

Then, Shirou will end up living a life like EMIYA or EMIYA Alter and will die alone and betrayed.

So, in short, this Shirou lived his last life being constantly betrayed by everyone around him, and constantly betrayed by them. But the betrayal that hurt him the most, we his ideals betraying him.

And he never properly dealt with his trauma from the fire, which has now been doubled by the burning of his village. All of Lothal is going to become one massive trigger for him. Because no matter what he tells himself, or how much he tries to ignore, Shirou needs a ton of therapy. Like him and Anakin together could keep all the galaxy's psychiatrist busy until the galaxy itself is destroyed. Hopefully, no generals learn about this and use it to their advantage.

He's basically one sister murder away from becoming EMIYA Alter. And that's why he is so willing to murder the Republic Representative from the last chapter, without even trying anything. He's tired and cynical to the world around him.

And this fic will not be kind to him… So far, the fic includes at least one of his clanmates falling to the dark side (along with possibly their instructor), then he'll end up betrayed by his master, who will taking Shirou's padawan with him. (Yeah, I've decided to just go with having both of the options as his padawan, just one after the other.) Then he'll have to deal with the whole Anakin thing… And all of this is on top of the fact that he'll have to deal with the Jedi Council.

Oh… on the Anakin thing, that vision is 100% going to happen (and be caused by Shirou's influence on Anakin). But some of you might be able to guess what will happen after that, with the information already given. (I'm just not sure if I want to include the *&^%$# yet or not, it just seems like a lot of work, but it would make sense.)

Also, I didn't make Yoda's death as certain as Mace's or Sidious because I was thinking about having an epic Dooku & Shirou vs forced dark-side Yoda fight. But dark-side Yoda might be to op. what do y'all think of that?

Anyway, this AN has gone on for way to long.

So, till next time everyone, and stay safe!