Padme woke up in a bed. She was covered in dark sheets and she still wore her yellow dress. Luke was lying next to her, looking less bruised and scratched than the day before. A med droid was applying dressings to his face.

Padme rolled out of bed and stood up, clutching her aching head. She surveyed the room. A bookshelf was in the corner and there was a table with hard chairs next to it. Bland porridge sat in two small bowls. Padme ate her bowl ravenously as a guard opened the door to the room and Anakin stepped in. Padme froze and stood up, her face a mask of indifference.

"What do you want," she said sternly.

"I…I just wanted to see you," he said. His eyes were back to their chocolate brown as he sat down in the chair next to her.

"I'm sorry. I lost control," Anakin sighed, running his gloved hand through his hair.

"Where have you been all these years," Padme said softly. She could sense that Anakin was stressed.

"I have seen you. When Luke and Leia played in the fields I watched near the group of trees. They looked so happy, and so did you. I didn't have the courage to come out. I'm sorry," Anakin rubbed his face with his hands.

"It's alright, Anakin," Padme whispered. "As long as I know you are alive and well now, I am happy."

"I am tormented, Padme," he said, his eyebrows furrowing. "I want to help our children, but they don't trust me. I have done horrible things," he sobbed, a tear running down his cheek. Padme cupped Anakin's head in her hands and wiped the tears away.

"Ani," Padme whispered, hugging him. "There is good in you. I know it."

Luke groaned and sat up, feeling the dressings on his face. He saw Anakin and froze, reaching for his blaster that wasn't there. Anakin saw Luke's stone-cold face and stood up, leaving the room.

Leia, with her disguised face, stood in the senate pod. Bail had recommended her to become a senator, with her natural sense of leadership and her wide intelligence. She was representing Alderaan in the place of him, as he had recently resigned. The Emperor rose in his capsule as the Senate quietened down. Leia readied herself as Anakin rose in the pod as well, his hood down. His eyes scanned the crowd, stopping on Leia as she did her best to shield her thoughts, before passing over her as she breathed out a sigh of relief. She noticed that the Naboo pod was empty.

"Honorable representatives," the Emperor said, his voice echoing around the chamber. "Naboo has defected from the Empire." Leia shook her head as the Senate exploded into an uproar of voices.

"They made an attempt on the life of Anakin who managed to get out unscathed. Two adolescents of the palace are responsible. Their names are Luke and Leia."

Two faces appeared, projected in the centre of the senate. Leia saw her own face stare back at her.

"Anyone who finds Leia will bring her back alive to me so that she can stand a fair trial. Their mother and Luke are currently here."

Leia held back a gasp as she saw Padme and Luke step out from behind the Emperor. The sound of boos and shouts echoed at their presence. Padme's face glistened with tears and Luke kept his head down.

"Anyone who helps the fugitive is considered a traitor to the Empire and is to be killed on sight," the Emperor said, his voice oozing with malice. Leia could feel his words trying to force their way into her head.

He must, no, Leia thought. Her mental barriers were struggling under his words. Is the Emperor force sensitive?

Leia decided to test out her theory. She did her best to reach out through the chamber, remembering the training hologram she had watched. She sensed the presence of many people, until her mind passed to the centre of the room. Leia could sense Anakin and Luke, their signatures strong. But the Emperor's was unimaginable. It stretched through most of the chamber, enveloping it in hate and emotion. He was no Jedi.

There is no emotion, there is peace, the Jedi code ran. But there was a forbidden side. The Sith. They had once reigned terror around the galaxy until they suddenly disappeared. The Jedi were all that remained of an order of force users. The Sith believed in emotions. They used anger and hate to do horrible things.

Then it dawned on Leia. Luke's force signature was passionate, yes, but only for the love he had for his family and the strong beliefs he held in democracy, as Padme had taught him. Anakin was in a grey area, a part of him full of compassion and another uncertainty. But the Emperor's mind was dark. Anger seethed out of his mind as he spoke, his face twisted into a sinister smile.

He's a Sith Lord, Leia thought. Before she could do anything else, the session ended and the sounds of footsteps and conversations filled her ears. As Luke and Padme descended down the central pod, Leia desperately reached out her mind.

Luke, she projected, just before she saw a flash of his bright eyes meet his as he disappeared beneath the ground.