"The chosen one" ha! It hardly seems like that as I lay here dying in my son's arms. Some "Chosen One" I have been. I remember telling Padme that I would become the greatest of all Jedi. Little did I realize that I would become the man, no, machine that caused the near extinction of the Jedi. I also did not realize that I would kill my master and the closest thing I had to a father, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I had no clue that I would cease to be Anakin Skywalker and become Darth Vader, the most feared Sith Lord in the whole galaxy. Still, I finally did the right thing and destroyed the Emperor. With that single action I became Anakin once more. And now I need to speak to my son. "Luke, help me take this mask off," I say, listening to the deep, booming voice that issues out of my breathing apparatus.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. That happy pleasure belongs to George Lucas.

This is my first story so please be nice. I do plan to update soon. All flames will be ignored.