Chapter 2:
"I have this dream...every night for the past couple of months. I am standing on some sort of structure. There's liquid fire everywhere around me and I think I'm alone."

The chamber halls were breathtaking in every way. Skywalker could see the deep amethyst linings within the architecture. The vermillion glow just beyond the windows shattered the serenity one would have easily found in such a chamber. It was quiet and peaceful on the surface but somewhere underneath laid an uneasiness that felt somehow intimidating although nothing with in the design would give that away. No lurking shadows seemed hidden beyond the walls nor any sign of malevolence intended by the person who lured him into these halls; at least none that he could sense. Darkness seemed to rush in from all sides like a symphony of waves in an ocean. It bombarded this chamber trying to get to him but somehow something kept it from drowning him.

"I can't sense anyone, I mean, I don't sense any one in particular. The only thing that I am able to sense is darkness there. I try and focus but I'm-...afraid. I know jedi aren't supposed to be afraid, Master, but... There's something about this darkness that's mournful and personal."

His eyes continued to roll over every detail within the chambers taking in the artistry of the room. He was never one to slow down and appreciate the finer things but for some reason, here, he felt relaxed enough to want to. He loved to seek out battles and to feel the heat of the fight but he was in no hurry to seek out this one- the same fight he always loses. Anakin mused at the idea of this being the battle everyone seemed to constantly remind him he's destined to fight between himself and whatever sith presence the galaxy seemed to throw at him. He had his doubts about the prophesy but they were doubts he'd keep to himself, at least for now.

"Then as I turn to find a way off the planet I see a figure. They're dressed in black and wearing some kind of mask with a respirator. The breathing is haunting. Slow. Even."

The room's air began to heat up and Skywalker knew he'd be force to retreat from his fox hole pretty soon. There was a reluctance in his heart and with in his muscles to want to move. He'd almost rather die in that chamber with its brilliant buntings and muse carvings, but he also could sense the presence drawing nearer as if somehow channeling the heat source with him as he wandered the ashy plains of this volcanic rock. Anakin took one last look around, searing into his memory this moment, the one peaceful moment he would have tonight then he began his retreat.

"We proceed to fight. It's gruelling and I can feel the ground under my feet breaking apart. He's stronger than any human should be. He seems to know every move I'm about to make before I make it. He's powerful.Probably more so than I am."

Somewhere, drawing close, the dark cloaked figure watched on as the young man walked out from inside the foreboding palace. It had appeared the young man had found the only location that was in anyways a reminder of his days long gone when he was just a child naive in the workings around him and the greater purpose he would soon serve. The ground began to heat up just as his rage did, boiling, churning, festering. Of course he'd find Skywalker there. The planet began to erupt.

"I try and call for reinforcements from the temple and they don't know where I am or what's going on because I can't tell them- and I didn't. He's coming after me. I try and call you-..."

Anakin whips around just as a red blade came crashing down over his head. Barely in time Skywalker manages to break the blow with his own blade. The weight from this figure's blow sent an ache through his arms. The mask mere inches from his face sent a fear through his body. He seemed to know this individual but he also knew in his heart he didn't want to. His feet began to sink into the scortching ashes causing the soles of his boots to begin to melt. He felt the uncomfortable heat threatening to burn his lungs. Through these discomforts Anakin continued to fight. He'd remain standing as long as he could.

"A lightsaber pierces through my chest and I can feel it burning. I'm crying in pain and trying to speak. I'm choking on my cries. I've lost. I'm dying. When my eyes close in the dream they open here. I don't know who the man with the respirator is but I could sense his anguish, his regret, his hatred.." Anakin peels his eyes off of the floor and looks at the hologram in front of him. "But, I'm starting to think the man with the respirator...is me…"

He rose and dressed himself. This would be the day he did something about those nightmares. Kenobi would just have to understand. He turns off the recording as he walks out of the camp in search for answers or a way to change his dream. He was used to having questions with no answers. The Jedi were very good at that. They told him to do things that made no sense, when there was an easier path they chose to go the long way around. They turned small bumps in the roads into major constructions and Anakin was told not to question it by the other masters. The only one who provided any sense of logic was Obi-wan but he'd only show'd him a small peek into the view that was the jedi order. Anakin longed for something else, he didn't want to be their "chosen one" and wanted nothing to do with the illogical expectations of the order. He decided it was time to pack up for the long journey ahead of him. He left the hologram recording on his bead for Kenobi to find later that day by the time Anakin was long gone.