Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars (unfortunately) even though I would be REALLY happy if I did.
Since this is my first fanfic, you can be a bit harsh on me. I won't judge.
Alone.
Anakin Skywalker is alone.
"Of course he is," he thought to himself, "but no matter. Darth Vader is better, Darth Vader is stronger."
He was, of course, deluding himself.
And he knew it. He knew what he was now.
A monster.
A villain.
Yet he did nothing to stop the horrors that he had commited. Why should he?
Anakin Skywalker killed his wife.
Anakin Skywalker was too weak to notice the Jedi's betrayal.
Anakin Skywalker couldn't keep Ahsoka - his snips - from leaving him.
Anakin Skywalker didn't notice that Palpatine was Darth Sidious.
Anakin Skywalker didn't realize that Obi-Wan Kenobi was a snake.
But Darth Vader did.
He put his mask back on in his meditation chamber, sealing him into his armour, locking him away from the idiots that were called Imperial officers.
It was a little known secret that Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader are one. And those who are in on it would like to keep it a secret.
But Anakin Skywalker is himself no longer. He is now a beast, hardened from all the tragedies that have befallen him, from the fires on the lava planet Mustafar. Rising from the ashes of Anakin Skywalker came Darth Vader, the monster, the villain, the murderer.
He stood and walked to the bridge of his Executor-class super star destroyer.
As he stood there, he did not, could not realize that there were people in the galaxy who still cared for him. He did not understand that there was hope for the galaxy. He did not realize that there was still hope for him.
A Togruta ex-Padawan, wondering where her master was.
A clone wars veteran, thinking of the good old times he and his general had had.
A Jedi Master out on the deserts of Tatooine, wondering what messes his old padawan was making and hoping against hope that they would meet again as friends one day.
A young girl on Alderaan, imagining who her actual father was, and what he would have been like.
A bright-eyed, sandy-haired boy, being told he was just like his father, daydreaming about him.
These people are the only hope of the galaxy.
These people are the only hope for Anakin Skywalker.
Umm...
Sorry, but I was planning on making this a one-shot. I need to build up my confidence before I make a longer story...