Chapter 5

Disclaimer: Its Georges story and always will be

Anakin woke up the next day to find a fuming Obi-Wan standing beside his bed.

"I know you didnt like it Obi-Wan but i was just testing." Anakin tried to reason with his master who simply shook his head.

"Thats not why im unhappy, Anakin." Obi-Wan stated. Anakin frowned as he tried to figure out what had him in such a state. "You tried to leave the temple, when you were specifically told that you needed, rest."

"Thats what your so mad about?" Anakin asked as he rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes.

"Master Yoda has asked to speak with you about what transpired on Mortis. The real reason i am angry with you, is because when you opened that telepathic wave, i got a flood of everyones emotions."

"Oh."

"Its a bit more than an oh, Anakin. I swear if you that again, by the force, i will chase you around this temple day and night until i have shot you at least once, do i make myself clear?"

"Perfectly." Anakin watched him storm from the room and regretted playing with his mind the night before. Anakin got up and cleared his mind, he would have to if he was going to speak with Yoda about what happened with the force wielders. Strangely, Anakin had never felt so nervous before. The thought of discussing the prophecy of the chosen one with Master Yoda was almost unbearable, Yoda would see right through his doubt and into the knowing truth. Anakin knew who he was deep down, the force had told him on several occasions, but that didnt mean he had to like it. Anakin remembered the first time he had accepted the power of the force completely, he had been free, yet almost destroyed the planet with it. If it hadnt been for his lack of experience, the son would not be hunting him. The daughter would be alive and so would the father. As Anakin continued to think on this, he realised why he felt so much grief for their passing. He was like them. Powerful and misunderstood, unable to control their emotions. Anakin would have wept for them, if he wasnt so certain that Master Yoda would feel it. He, Anakin, was more powerful than all those force wielders put together, he just didnt know how to control it. He needed to know, he wanted to know. But these feelings were soon overcome by the realisation that if he did, there would be no time to himself, no time for...Padme. He hadnt even thought of her, that would have kept him under control. Then he would never have been so reckless as to endanger everyone he cared for, and those who were his kin.

Anakin stood up and didnt feel so shaky anymore, perhaps the force was returning to him now, he had barely used it besides from influencing the air. Air was nothing, meaningless to him. Anakin hadnt felt the want for power in so long, he diminished it instantly. He thought this because of his dream, he had dreamt that he was fighting the son. Invincible, the pair of them. But Anakin had won, easily. Yet painfully. Anakin shook his head. What was happening to him? He was forgetting everything, the rules of his life were going. Anakin reached up to his head and muttered "Amnesia!" Then he thought, whats amnesia? Darn! It was getting to him already, why had he not let them treat his head. Anakin left the room quickly, he remembered his meeting with Master Yoda. Who was Master Yoda?

Anakin was in a corridor full of Jedi when it happened. The son appeared right infront of him and everybody gasped then froze. They werent helping him, why werent they helping him? The son glared at Anakin and smirked at his weakness. Anakin forgot who the son was for a moment but then remembered. Son. Sith. Chosen one. Right. The son threw some sort of dark ball at Anakin which sent him into the ceiling and into the floor. Anakin felt his head explloding again, darn head injury.

"I hope you enjoy the days of the old republic." The son bellowed for all to hear.

Anakin could see the Jedi crowding around but they couldnt help him.

"Your being sent back in time, chosen one. But since you have amnesia, theres no need to knock you out." The son raised his hands and threw down the darkest sheet of black Anakin had ever seen.

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan and Ashoka yelled. That was the last thing he heard before the sensation of floating enveloped him and his eyes were closed as he went into a very deep sleep.