A Love That Turned Evil
Chapter Eight
Lord Sidious
Padme stood with her hands lovingly placed on her stomach as Anakin walked in.
"Ani!" She ran to him and tried to hug him, but he would not hug her back.
"Padme, I must go away for a little while."
"Ani, you weren't…"
"Banished." Anakin laughed coldly. It was a laugh that sent chills down Padme's spine.
"Ani… I'm sorry."
"It's they that will be sorry." Anakin left. Padme heard him get back in his speeder.
And although she didn't know why, Padme collapsed on the couch and cried.
Anakin flew his ship towards Ilum- and the crystals that grew there. It was in the caves of that planet that he would fashion another lightsaber.
The world glittered, almost like Coruscant glittered- Ilum was covered with ice. The temperatures were often in the negatives. Blizzards and snowstorms were frequent, regular occurrences. Anakin had brought his coat- it was lined with Wookie fur.
The craft entered the atmosphere of Ilum, and the temperature dropped immediately. Anakin stopped steering for a moment to slip on his coat. He shivered.
He remembered this world. This was where he had made his first lightsaber- an ice blue one. This time the saber would be red- the Jedi could consider it a sign of his anger and hatred towards them.
He stepped into the cave. Its walls glittered with crystals. He took out a leather pouch he had brought with him and began picking some of the red-colored crystals off the walls. He strode deeper into the cave, and it was suddenly plunged into blackness.
He had done this before. He began fashioning the lightsaber, building the handle and the blade out of crystal and metal and wire. It glowed red and illuminated the cave, casting ghostly red shadows onto the multicolored crystals. Anakin thought about how much he hated the Jedi now- what they had done to him. Cast him out because he had fallen in love! With Padme, of all people. They all respected her.
Anakin missed Padme for a moment. Then he went back to thinking about his hatred for the Jedi.
It was taking him a long time to finish this lightsaber- probably he was concentrating too much on the Jedi and not enough on building this weapon- the weapon he hoped that would finish off the Jedi for good.
"Anakin." A tall, cloaked figure strode into the room.
Anakin stood up, alert and ready to fight even though he had no weapon, no blaster.
"I am Lord Sidious." The figure walked closer, bringing a white, drawn mouth into view under the hood.
A picture flashing through his mind jolted Anakin suddenly, but it passed too quickly to see what it was. Was it a memory?
"I hate the Jedi as much as you do, Anakin." A bony white finger pressed on Anakin's arm, burning his skin white hot through the coat. "I have harbored hatred for them for years, for I was once like you." Lord Sidious walked in a circle around Anakin. "But you can become much greater than a Jedi Knight, for I can teach you to become like me."
Anakin nodded.
"The Force, Yoda. Do you feel it?"
Yoda sat still, oblivious to Master Windu. He concentrated on the Force. He could feel the Dark Side swirling and devouring a part of the real Force- the peaceful Force.
"Given in, Skywalker has." Yoda whispered.
Mace Windu bowed his head. "He will become stronger than all of us- all of us sensed his great powers at the Trials."
"Because of the girl, it is." Yoda said. "All for love."
"He will end up hurting her. I can feel it." Mace stood up.
"Many things, you feel." Yoda told Mace.
"I am sure of it, Master." Mace argued. "This will be the end of the Jedi as they are."
"Born anew, the Jedi will be." Yoda said, wiggling his ears. "Alive to see it, you will not be."
Mace turned and thought for a moment, then left the room.