AN: I'm really happy that people are interested in this, thankyou. I don't really mind if you read but just one review from you, and then no more will do. But please review once, even if your not logged on you can still review...Oi! I sound like i'm really desperate, I'm so ashamed...Any way, ON WITH THE CHAPTER!

If you think about it, the capital of the galactic senate is like a human being. It never sleeps, the lights of the tall buildings don't turn off, and the traffic just keeps going and going and going. Perhaps it is wrong to call it a living being, this planet, this monstrosity, is more like a cyborg. Living, yes, but not alive.

This was how he had been feeling for the past couple of hours.

Artificial

Cybernetic

Not truly alive.

What had happened? This he did not know the answer. All that was known was chaos would be everywhere, was everywhere…And it was he and eleven others fault.

"Master?"

He stood in front of a large window over looking the world below. He hunched over a small cane, turning ideas, feelings, images, pure thoughts through his mind. Thinking how it went all so wrong.

"Master? Is it time yet?"

The old, wise Jedi turned to the voice. "Time it is young one. Master Kenobi, go to, you shall. Find Skywalker we must."

The padawan bowed, then quickly scrambled out of the now deserted Jedi council room. Jedi Master Yoda, now the former head of the Jedi council turned back to the never-ending traffic.

"Life of those chosen few, in grave danger they are."

On the East Side of the royal Naboo Palace a statue of an ancient Goddess Asha, the god of hope, stood tall and steady. Her big, beautiful, white wings almost scraping the roof 400 feet above the floor. In front of this majestic sight, was an altar for people to pray in their most desperate hours.

Kneeling at the front of the altar was a girl. Her long brown locks covered most of her back. Her small hands clasped together, her eyelids closed over her eyes. This girl was praying, calling to her goddess.

Anakin had no idea why he was here or how he got there in the first place. All he knew was that there was a girl, around his age, kneeling here in this chapel. He squinted at the sight before him, he knew this girl. But at the same time he did not. He walked slowly towards her, his dark brown boots making a slight clicking sound when colliding with the floor.

The girl showed no signs of acknowledgment. Anakin stopped just behind her, his eyes melting into her. His hand twitched slightly, as he moved it towards the girl's small shoulder. Before he was close to even grazing it, the girl got up and spoke in a voice that sent shivers down Anakin's spine.

"Good morning chosen one."

Anakin jumped, surprised by how she addressed him. "Um, Hi."

"Chosen one, remember your training and all shall be well. But heed my words, at times it is perhaps best to unlearn." She paused "Don't you agree?"

"No, I don't, I…Wha, wait what?" Anakin shook his head. "Listen, you're making absolutely no sense what so ever. I just kinda met you and then, I mean you tell me to remember lessons, but then forget others? What?"

Anakin placed his hand on his head in confusion.

"This is correct Chosen one."

"Force, could you stop calling me that, Anakin Skywalker's my name ya know!"

"Very well, Skywalker." Anakin rolled his eyes.

"You're not going to call me Anakin are you?" Anakin stoped, and looked her up and down. "I don't even know your name, yet you know mine." He paused, a frown upon his face. "And how do you know my name?"

"I am sorry Skywalker, I cannot tell you that…Yet. Just remember what I spoke of. So, now child of the force-"

"Ooh, a new name already, oh you spoil me." Anakin sarcastically mumbled.

She smiled at his comment, Anakin noticed that her teeth where white and straight, maybe a little too white and straight, a little unnatural.

"It is time for you to wake."

Anakin sat up, eyes grown wide. He looked at his hands thinking to himself.

'What the hell was that?'

He realised he was in a soft, comfortable bed with only sleeping pants on. Looking around to his left he saw, what he believed to be a heart monitor. On his right, what he saw melted his heart. Sitting on what looked like the most uncomfortable chair in the galaxy, was Padme Amidala.

Her slim arms cushioning her head. Her eyes puffy from crying herself to sleep were closed. So as carefully and quietly as he could, Anakin got up from the bed and walked slowly over to her. He smiled down at her, as he carefully picked her up, bridal style and placed her down where he was laying the moment before.

After covering her up with the blankets, he discovered the bandages covering his ribs. Memories, blurry yet frightening at the same time, came at him with the force of a podracer. Images of dead bodies sprouted out of no where.

Anakin couldn't see faces only the bodies of the poor souls. He staggered over to the seat, slumping his body on to it. He put his head in his hands and sobbed.

Why did this have to happen to him? He looked back up to the sleeping beauty in the bed.

Why here and now of all times and places?

And how much should he tell Padme?