5: Another Trip to Yoda's
Imagine, for a moment, that you had been doing your homework. You hear something like a bird at your window but then see this person who looks like he should belong somewhere is a horror-hologram. He then takes you to a different dimension and not only is he ugly and old, he's you. Then, he tells you it is too late and sends you back to your own world where your best friend in the whole universe tries to kill you, accusing you of being the right-hand man to the most evil of beings. After narrowly escaping, you realize that this kid in your house is your son from the future telling you how you had become the infamous ruler of the galaxy.
That was how Anakin felt right now, sitting with an unusual distance between himself and Obi-Wan. The whole light-saber event still had him thoroughly shaken up, as did the dark prophecy about him. While Luke looked eight or nine, he was using the ideology and vocabulary of a twenty-year-old, making his claims about the future more believable and frightening to Anakin. The youngling had apologized for having to be the one to break this news to him, yet Obi-Wan assured him that it was a blessing he did.
"I think we will be paying another visit to Yoda," the older Jedi told his two Padawans. They both nodded (the younger one with such excitement that his other mentor was still alive and he would have another chance to speak with him) and rose to their feet. Obi herded them out the door and into the hallway until they were again at room 266. Obi-Wan knocked a bit less frantically than before.
Yoda opened the door with a smile upon seeing Anakin. "Found him, you have?"
"Oh yes," Obi-Wan said. "But it seems I have found another Skywalker too."
The green elder's face showed no change in expression as Luke stepped out in front of his Master. Yoda felt a strong surge of the Force coming from this boy. It was much like how he had felt when introduced to Anakin for the first time, yet it put him at ease (whereas with the first Skywalker, he could never help but feel a trifle on-edge when he was around him).
"Son of Anakin, you are," Yoda said calmly with a playful smirk at the aforementioned Jedi. "Doing things he should not, young Skywalker has been. Yet mind I do not, for brought he has the true Chosen One."
Anakin felt his blood heat at the sound of this. So far this brat had brought nothing but trouble; an attack by Obi-Wan, disrespect from Yoda, and soon he would probably be expelled from the Jedi allegiance now that someone knew about his... activities. That feeling was there again. The urge to strike the boy over the head, watch his life end, and know it had been because of him that it had ended. He shuddered, remembering the sinister future Luke had spoken of and wondered if the man in black had been right and it was too late after all.
"Come in, all of you," Yoda said, turning to head back into his apartment and once again take his seat on the couch. Obi-Wan followed suit, Anakin and Luke right behind him. The two Skywalkers sat on the floor in front of their master while they were both in turn asked to repeat their accounts. At the part of Anakin's tale when the man—Vader, he probably now should be called—told him that that was what he would become, Yoda's eyes grew dark. For a long time, he had suspected Anakin's weakness for power, but this solidified his distrust.
"A terrible set of tales you tell, young Skywalkers. Know what to do, I do not. Any thoughts have you, Master Kenobi?"
Oh yes, he had thoughts. The older man had sat in morose silence, ruing this day and longing for himself to wake up in his bed with a sigh of relief, knowing it had all been just a silly nightmare. Yet he was quite awake, and quite out of ideas as well. The most obvious solution would be to kill Anakin, yet he knew that even if it meant the end of all things, he could not do that himself. Another plan would be to keep the young Jedi in solitude for the rest of his life... but how would they keep that up?
Obi-Wan shook his head, taking a long and searching look at his older apprentice. His curly haired-head was down and his palms were facing up from inside his lap. Obi-Wan found no expression on that face and whether that was bad or good he could not say. Next he looked at Luke. The boy was looking at his father with eyes of sadness and regret.
"Very well," the green one sighed. "Meditate we must in order to find an answer to our problem."
So that they did, silent as the grave and almost as cheery.
