For those of you who didn't realize it, Pieces of Destiny has been updated.

Did anyone watch Carrie Fisher's panel today? I loved it hahaha! I CAN'T WAIT FOR MARK TOMORROW!

Speaking of Mark, I've got to share my conspiracy theory about Luke for Ep. 7: I think that Luke is the Sith. I mean, Mark's got that creepy villain voice of his for the echo in the second trailer, I'm positive that was Luke next to R2 in the new trailer, and the form of that figure by R2 is very very very similar to the figure that was marching through the snowy woods in the first trailer.

Plus that would be a very very very good twist that would throw everyone for a loop. I will scream if I'm right by the way haha.

Anyway! There was going to be another chapter before the Mortis arch, but I re-watched the episode I had and I didn't see why I put it there so I just scrapped it. I didn't have enough for a chapter. So we're at the Mortis arch! Woohoo!

I think this was a little hard to follow, but the episode is like that anyway, so I think I did rather well with being clear-at least as clear as I can be on this arch.

So anyway, thank you so much for the reviews!

Please, don't forget to continue to review, I really want reviews for these chapters!

Enjoy!

"Any sign of that cruiser yet?"

Zelina leaned across from her seat behind Obi-Wan towards Anakin, who was busy with the controls of the ship that they were taking to a rendezvous point with a heavily armed cruiser. Ahsoka sat next to her behind Anakin, also fiddling away at some of the controls.

The four of them had been sent to investigate a message that had contained a two thousand year old Jedi distress code. Just in case it was a separatist trap, they were meeting with the cruiser so that they could have backup.

Personally, Zelina didn't know what to make of it. She didn't think it was a Separatist trap, but the two thousand year old code was rather suspicious.

Anakin sighed, glancing back at her for a moment. "I'm making contact with them right now." He turned back to the communications. "Rex, Rex, do you read me? We're at the rendezvous point awaiting your arrival. Where are you?"

"Sir, we are at the rendezvous point," Rex said in surprise. "There's no sign of you on our scanners."

Zelina's eyebrows shot up at Rex's statement, and she looked sharply up at Anakin. "Oh, come on, that's impossible," Anakin said scathingly. He turned to the three incredulous gazes that were transfixed on their pilot. "Something's wrong, we're at the exact coordinates where the distress signal originated, but there's nothing here! Rex is at the exact same coordinates, and he's not here!"

By this point, Anakin was rather obviously annoyed, and obviously wanted answers.

"This is getting interesting," Obi-Wan said thoughtfully, stroking his beard for a moment. At that moment, Rex's holoimage began to flicker and disappear.

"Unable to find you...where are you sir?" Rex said before he completely disappeared.

"Something's blocking the signal!" Ahsoka exclaimed. Zelina stood up from her seat, placing a hand on the back of both Anakin's chair and Obi-Wan's chair. The power went off and the boys scrambled to recharge the ship while Zelina's frown deepened.

"Something isn't right here," Zelina said. She was well aware that she was stating the obvious, but Obi-Wan was too, so she didn't think much of it.

"Not good," Obi-Wan muttered under his breath.

"Everything's dead; even the life support," Ahsoka added.

"Let's hope none of us need that," Zelina murmured, peering out into the darkness in front of her.

"This is really strange..." Anakin added softly, turning to look at Obi-Wan. At that moment, the ship suddenly hummed to life, causing the four to look around the ship in surprise. Obi-Wan ended up being the first one to speak.

"There! See? Nothing to be concerned about after all," he said pointedly with a small smile.

"I beg to differ," Zelina said abruptly, her eyes fixated on the form that was rapidly getting closer. It was...strange. Shaped like a large gem, like a diamond, and it was black and red.

The ship lurched and, without any of them controlling it, the ship began to draw closer to the shape of its own accord with no sign of stopping.

"It's pulling us towards it!" Ahsoka exclaimed.

"Am I the only one worried about what's going on here?" Zelina asked, her voice tense as she glanced between the two males of the group. In front of them, the large shape began to open up, and a blinding light emanated from its center in pure white.

"Everyone strap yourselves in," Obi-Wan commanded. "It looks as though we're going for a ride."

Zelina knew better than to argue, and she immediately returned to her seat and buckled in. The light was getting even brighter somehow, washing everyone and everything inside of the ship in celestial light as they drew closer and closer to the object's center. Eventually, she couldn't take the brightness anymore and she raised her hand to shield her eyes...

The next thing she knew, there was nothing.

What roused her to consciousness was Anakin's familiar voice.

"I must have...blacked out..."

"Well then who landed the shuttle," came Obi-Wan's voice, and Zelina let her eyelids slowly flutter open.

"Not me..." Ahsoka muttered from beside her. Zelina's eyes locked on the view outside of the ship.

"What..." she started, but her voice trailed off as she was still battling drowsiness. She felt strange...

"Um...where are we?" Anakin said. All around she could see strange plants, lush yet short grass, and ancient stone.

"Some kind of organic mass," Ahsoka stated after she punched a command into the computer. "All of our readings indicate that it's bigger than an asteroid, but at least the atmosphere is breathable."

"Well this is getting more unusual by the minute; I can't even lock down where in the galaxy we are or if we're even in our own galaxy," Obi-Wan muttered while Zelina got to her feet. She swayed slightly, and Anakin shot her a concerned look.

"Does anyone else feel weird?" Zelina murmured. Anakin stood from his seat and steadied her, and Zelina placed her hand gratefully on her friend's shoulder.

"Are you all right?" he asked, and Zelina felt a wave of concern wash over her. She knew it was Anakin's but yet...it was so strong it felt like her own.

Slowly, she shook her head. "I...think I'm fine..."

Ahsoka got to her feet and opened the door that lead out of the cockpit. "I'm going outside to take a look around," she declared.

Anakin tightened his grip on Zelina's arm while Obi-Wan drew up beside them. "Have you regained your footing now?" Obi-Wan asked gently. Zelina nodded.

"Yes, I should be fine," she assured him, watching the elder Jedi leave for a moment. She still felt weird and she could feel Anakin's eyes on her as his concern mounted.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Anakin asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. Just...heightened senses I guess," she murmured, glancing at him discreetly. "What about you; do you feel weird?"

Anakin hesitated. "A little, yeah," he admitted.

Zelina shook her head. "I think it's this place...wherever we are. It's really strong in the Force."

Anakin nodded. "I guess so...come on, we better catch up with the others. Do you need me to...?"

Zelina waved him off. "No, no, I'll be fine."

She could sense his disapproval crystal clear, but she still walked on without a problem, keeping her eyes trained forward while Anakin shadowed behind her. They descended the ramp the moment that Ahsoka spoke.

"Hey, I saw something!" she exclaimed, pointing towards the foliage. "A reflection up on the hill."

There was nothing there. Obi-Wan couldn't see anything either, and he was the one with the macrobinoculars.

There was, however, floating rock formations all around them as well as rolling mountains and a few wispy clouds. Suddenly there was a voice—it was the voice of a woman, and it echoed all around them. Two sentences at once.

Are you the One?

Is he the One?

"What the, what?" Anakin exclaimed. He looked at the others. "Did you hear that?"

"I didn't hear anything," Obi-Wan said flippantly. Zelina looked Anakin in the eyes.

"I did," she admitted. "The woman...I heard it."

That drew curious looks from the other two, but neither of them heard their responses. Instead, they heard the woman's voice once more.

Are you the One?

Is he the One?

Anakin and Zelina both spun around at the sound, and there stood the source of the voice; a woman with long, flowing green hair. She was bathed in an ethereal light, and her hair was pushed out of her petit face by a fragile looking golden headpiece. She was absolutely mighty and stunning, garbed in gold and white, and at the same time she looked fragile and innocent.

"Hello..." Obi-Wan said, sounding like a man who had just spotted the loveliest woman in a cantina.

"Who are you?" Anakin asked, sounding like he was caught somewhere between sounding courteous and getting right to an interrogation.

"I am Daughter," she said, her voice echoing around them.

Anakin gave the woman a seriously look, but didn't necessarily say anything either.

"Are you the One?" she asked, out loud this time for everyone to hear but to Anakin alone.

"Ah, the one, what?" Anakin asked somewhat challengingly.

"I will take you to him," Daughter said abruptly.

"Him who?" Ahsoka asked pointedly.

"Uh, did you bring us here?" Obi-Wan asked pointedly.

"Only he can help you," the Daughter said, remaining vague. "There is little time, follow me. We must have shelter by nightfall."

Anakin snorted softly as Daughter turned to start leading them away. "And we thought the planet was strange. How about this one?"

Zelina eyed the woman's retreating form cautiously while Obi-Wan was the one to give the condolences. "We'll be fine, so long as we stay together," he said pointedly.

Zelina shook her head, falling into step right beside Anakin. "This is just...strange. Any ideas as to what is going on?"

She knew before he even opened his mouth that he was just as confused as she was. She could feel it, sense it. Yet again, what he felt came through loud and clear as if they were her own feelings.

"I have no idea," he murmured, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Are you still feeling strange?"

"I'm getting used to it," she admitted with a shrug. "I'm not sick, I'm just...not used to being this aware, I guess? Maybe whoever this he is can give us some answers."

"I don't know..." Anakin said doubtfully. "I've got a strange feeling about all of this, and I don't know if it's good or bad yet."

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see," Zelina suggested. Anakin flashed her a smile.

"Yeah, I guess so."

After about an hour or so of walking, they found themselves curving around the side of a mountain. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka walked side by side behind Zelina and Anakin, who stuck close to each other's side right behind Daughter. Obi-Wan hurried his pace so that he could lean over and whisper in Anakin's ear.

"Have you noticed that the seasons seem to change with the time of day?" he murmured. Anakin and Zelina both glanced around.

"Yeah..." Anakin muttered.

"And there are no animals," Ahsoka said, adding her own observations.

Zelina however, had been testing the Force her in this strange place. Just as she thought, she found that this place was unnaturally strong in the Force; stronger than anywhere else she had ever been.

"Can you sense it?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Oh yes," Zelina said gravely. Anakin nodded in agreement, as if he already knew what she was thinking.

"The Force is...unusually strong," he murmured.

"An intersection unlike anything I've ever felt before...be wary," Obi-Wan suggested.

Anakin hurried his pace to catch up with Daughter, and Zelina instinctually stayed right at his side, continuing to look around at her surroundings while she listened to the conversation that the two struck up.

"Excuse me; who are you taking us to?" Anakin asked curiously.

"The Father of course," Daughter said, as if all of this was completely normal and common knowledge.

"Of course," Ahsoka said in amusement behind them.

"And what exactly are you?" Obi-Wan asked.

Zelina shot him a dirty look. Well aren't you just smooth with the ladies? What are you? That's a good way to get smacked.

Anakin snorted beside her, and she shot him a curious look. "What are you laughing about?"

Anakin gave her a look. "Don't act innocent with me, I heard your little line. Smooth Zee," he said, putting emphasis on the one word. Zelina's frown deepened.

"Ani, I didn't say anything out loud," she murmured.

Daughter cut off whatever Anakin was about to say with her response to Obi-Wan's question. "We are the ones who guard the Power. We are the middle, the beginning, and the end."

"Glad she cleared that up for us," Anakin mumbled under his breath. He continued to shoot Zelina confused looks, though they were looks of confusion that Zelina openly shared with him.

What was going on here?

After some more climbing up the mountain, the path narrowed, and they were all forced to walk single file.

Zelina was the first to hear the cracking.

Anakin was the first to see it.

They both reacted at once.

"Hey, look out!" Anakin cried out while Zelina and Anakin both grabbed an arm of Daughter and collectively threw the three of them forward, out of the way of a massive falling chunk of mountain. They landed on their stomachs, solidly on the ledge. Zelina came dangerously close to falling over the edge, but Anakin had latched onto her arm and instinctively pulled her close to him, sensing she was in danger. Together, they both got up as the dust around them cleared and the smaller pebbles settled.

"Are you okay?" he asked her, worry creasing his brow as he spoke.

"I'm fine," she said quietly.

Now that he was certain that Zelina was okay, he moved to check on Daughter. Right before his hand touched her arm, however, Daughter drew back somewhat violently, rising to her feet sharply and spoke in an echoing voice of authority.

"It is forbidden for you to touch me!"

"Sor-ry, I was just saving your life," Anakin said, his hands up in defense while a small flicker of annoyance passed across his face. Daughter's expression softened and she looked at the chunk of mountain that now blocked their path, her eyes tracing back to where the rock had been.

"That was my brother's work...you are in great danger," Daughter informed them gravely. "Wait for me; do not leave this place."

With that, she turned to leave. Startled, Anakin lifted his hand as if he could snatch her back. "Hey, wait!" he exclaimed.

"I don't think she's listening to you," Zelina quipped. However, Anakin wasn't able to snap back the witty comment she knew he was forming because his com link went off and Obi-Wan's voice cut into the moment.

"Anakin, are you there? Are you both all right?" Obi-Wan asked, his voice dripping with worry.

"Yeah...but our friend here has run off!" he said, shouting the last part at Daughter's retreating back. Zelina frowned at him, sensing that his frustration was starting to fester into anger. Gently, she put a hand on his back.

"Hey...calm down, I'm sure eventually all this will make some sense," she said softly, massaging his shoulder soothingly as she spoke.

Anakin sighed, but said nothing in response as he instead replied to Obi-Wan. "Go back to the ship and try sending another distress call. We'll follow her and find out how to get off this rock."

Zelina scowled slightly, but she didn't argue with him. He'd set his mind on moving forward, so they were going to move forward after Daughter. Besides, his curiosity was—literally, at the moment—infectious, and Zelina wanted to know where Daughter was going too.

"And if this is a trap?" Obi-Wan asked pointedly.

"Then I'm not going to wait around long enough to find out," Anakin said, as if it should be obvious. He was already starting forward even as Obi-Wan started to argue.

"Anakin, stop, wait for us to find another way around and meet you—"

Anakin shut off the com link before Obi-Wan could say anything further and smirked at Zelina. "He worries too much."

Zelina glanced behind them, where violent looking storm clouds were starting to gather. "I don't know...some of those worries might be well based. It looks like a storm is coming in, and if our discoveries so far with this planet have taught us anything, it won't be anything like a normal storm."

Anakin glanced back as well, frowning slightly. "We'll get to shelter before that happens. We just have to stay close to the Daughter's trail."

"I don't know Ani, it's getting pretty close," Zelina said in concern, watching the pitch black clouds roll closer and closer at an alarming rate.

"Then we'll hurry," he said simply, clenching his teeth in annoyance. Zelina cocked an eyebrow at him, speeding up her pace to keep even with him just in case any other freak accidents occurred that could separate them.

"You seem rather irritable right now," she quipped.

"You don't seem worried at all, when you should be! Why am I the only one that's questioning what's going on here?" Anakin asked tersely.

"You're not," Zelina said shortly. "We're all trying to figure out what's happening; it's just that some of us are a little calmer about the matter. With that short temper of yours, you'll never get some answers if you don't relax. You'll bite someone's head off before they can explain things to you."

Anakin rolled his eyes, but both of them stumbled in their footing when it suddenly grew very dark and everything around them started to die. Anakin looked just as alarmed as Zelina. "What's going on?"

"I don't know, but I don't like it either," she said with worry, glancing at him.

"Come on, let's speed this up," Anakin murmured, taking her arm as they both broke out into a run. It was foolhardy to think they could outrun the storm, but they could get out of it as soon as humanly possible.

The winds gusted violently around them, lightning struck the ground meters and centimeters away from them, and the trees around them glowed a haunting blue as Zelina and Anakin both scrambled up the side of the mountain in front of them. Several times they found themselves on their hands and knees, but every time they did the other would pull them back to their feet and their mad dash to safety would continue. They had spotted the round hole of a cave up above them, and figured that it would make adequate cover from the more dangerous aspects of the storm.

Slightly ahead of her, Anakin was the first to hop into the cave, reaching back to pull Zelina inside with him.

"Thanks," Zelina muttered to him, coming even with him as they surveyed the landscape that stretched out before them in the darkness. It wasn't hard to pick out a destination. Through the storm a bright light could be seen at the top of a mountain, and it was obvious that both of them were focused on that little light in the distance.

"Whoever we're looking for is in that monastery," Anakin murmured.

"But do we want to risk it to get there?" Zelina answered, raising her eyebrows in question.

"Of course we do; are you really going to let some storm stop you from getting answers?" Anakin asked her. Zelina sighed.

"I know you aren't, and I can't let you go alone or you're going to hurt yourself, so I guess we'll go," she said in reply.

"Are you sure that's the reason?" Anakin asked, his lips turning up in that smile she loved so much. She rolled her eyes and chuckled.

"Let's just get moving Skywalker, all right? The sooner we get to that monastery, the better."

It was a merciless trip, but with their fast pace and determination they soon found themselves rounding a corner and taking the steps to the monastery two at a time. They skidded to a halt in the doorway, and Zelina found herself stifling a gasp at the sight in front of her.

An eerie blue light bathed the entire interior, and a misty blue fog seemed to hover all around them. There was a suspended walkway running right up to a large throne looking structure framed by two strangely contorted statues, with an intersection that lead off to the right and the left just right before the seat. At the foot of the throne and statues, a figure garbed in the same haunting blue tones could be seen. Anakin and Zelina shared a glance, a silent message of understanding passing between them before they cautiously started forward.

They finally reached the figure, who Zelina now saw was a wizened old man with a long white beard that sat in deep mediation, unfazed by their approach. There was a strong sense of reverence around the elderly man, and Zelina and Anakin instinctively sat down, assuming meditative positions across from him without any prompt. Through the link that had been strangely strengthened since their arrival on the planet, Zelina could sense that Anakin didn't know what he was doing any more than Zelina did.

The elderly man opened his eyes, revealing their shade to be a luminous blue. They literally glowed. And, just as with Daughter, when the elderly man spoke, his voice seemed to echo around them.

"Welcome my friends," the old man said courteously.

"What is it that you want from me?" Anakin asked immediately, an eyebrow raised challengingly. Zelina instinctively placed a hand on Anakin's shoulder.

"Right to the point, aren't you Ani," she murmured under her breath for only him to hear.

"To learn the truth about who you really are," the man responded, unfazed by Anakin's blunt and straightforward nature. "One that maybe you have known all along. One you must believe in order to fulfill your destiny."

While the old man rose to stand directly in front of Anakin, Zelina felt like ice had just been dumped down her back as sudden realization dawned on her and the words of Jedi Masters in the presence of a six year old floated back to her.

He is the Chosen One! Surely you must see it!

"Enough with the riddles old man," Anakin said sharply, his good mood gone. It seemed he had not had the epiphany that Zelina just had. "Tell us what's going on here."

Lightning cracked outside, and thunder seemed to momentarily shake the building before the old man spoke. "As you can see there is...nowhere else to go. It is late. You will both be my guests tonight," the old man said, already starting to take the path that lead off to the right. Zelina and Anakin fell into step behind him, sharing worried looks as he led them away without any further explanations.

The old man had led them both to two separate rooms where they would stay and get some rest for the night. Anakin was in one room, and Zelina was in another. She would have preferred sharing a room with him considering they were in a strange and unknown place with beings they did not know the allegiance of, but she was still nearby, so she couldn't complain too much.

Still, she was restless, and for some reason she could not find it within her to sleep. She knew Anakin was having similar problems through their recently unnaturally strengthened bond, and his anxiety wasn't helping her own. Sighing, Zelina rolled over onto her side, curling up into the fetal position as she tried to find a comfortable position to help her fall asleep.

Still nothing.

She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on her rhythmic breathing as a way to lull herself to sleep.

In...and out. In...and out. In...

...out...

...in...

The bed sunk with the added weight of a new occupant to her bedroom right behind her, and Zelina let her eyes flicker open sleepily. "Ani?" she murmured, already turning over even as a familiar yet also unfamiliar voice answered her.

"No...someone else."

Zelina turned all the way onto her back and then froze at the sight of who was sitting on her bed. For several seconds she stared in shock into the deep blue eyes that she was so used to immediately associating with Anakin. The next minute she was bolting up in bed, scrambling to the other side of the room in a full blown panic.

The strange Luke from her dreams was sitting complacently on her bed, staring calmly back at her while she tried to control her raging and confused emotions.

"You!" she exclaimed in shock, staring at the young man. Just like in her last vision, he was wearing the outfit of pure black with a lightsaber clipped to his hip, and his dark blonde hair fell into his eyes. "What—how—why—who are you?"

She wasn't sure which question to ask, so they all sort of muddled together as she spoke. What was he doing here? How was he here? Who was he in the first place? Why did she have these visions of him? What was so important about him?

"Calm down," Luke offered gently, gesturing towards the bed again. "I think you'll want to sit down for this."

Zelina eyed the bed and the stranger cautiously. Something about this felt strange...

"Is this real? Are you really here?" she asked suspiciously. To her surprise, the young man laughed.

"It's real, but I'm not here, no. I haven't even been born yet," Luke said with a small smile on his face. "You're having a vision...again. It's this place. It's strong with the Force, and removes the veil that's normally over your eyes."

Startled that she was talking to someone who didn't even exist yet, Zelina complied and sat down on the bed. Before anything could be said she blurted out the burning question on her mind since her first vision of the scared little boy. "Who are you?"

Luke's smile faded, and his eyes turned sad—mournful even. "You know who I am."

"No, I don't," Zelina argued back. "All I know is that your name is Luke and you've showed up twice in my visions now. You're obviously important, but I've got nothing to go on for who you are exactly."

Luke sighed, choosing to look down at Zelina's hand rather than look her in the eyes. "The choices that you and my father make are going to affect my life greatly. Every choice you make affects me."

"Your father?" Zelina asked, suddenly very, very confused. "But who's..."

She trailed off as she suddenly realized who this young man was, and she was ashamed she hadn't realized it sooner. Who else did she know with those pure blue eyes and that dirty blonde hair? Who did Luke resemble in so many almost frightening ways? As the realization dawned on her, Zelina looked intensely at the young man, watching his every move as she threw caution to the wind.

"Luke...Skywalker?"

Luke looked up at her and smiled sadly. "The one and only."

Zelina sat, utterly dumbfounded as she tried to process the information that had just been given to her. Luke Skywalker...Anakin's future son.

Holy Force!

A minor detail of one of her past visions suddenly struck her hard, like Grievous in one of her fights with the droid general. "Wait...but in my first dream—"

"I can't tell you everything," Luke said quickly, cutting her off. "I cannot shed much light on future events, as it is constantly in motion and never set in stone. But I can give you a warning, which is why I'm here."

"What warning?" Zelina asked cautiously, her voice dripping with concern. Something in Luke's gaze...it was way too haunted for someone his age.

"The choices that you and my father make will decide my fate. You could be my protector, my guardian, my teacher, or not be there at all. It is all up to the path that you and my father choose," Luke said softly. Suddenly he stood up, drawing away from Zelina rapidly. "I'm running out of time. Please, watch over my father. You must help him, you need to protect him."

Luke's pleas jarred Zelina, causing a deep rooted worry to grow within her. "Protect him? From what!"

Luke was starting to fade away rapidly. "Remember; what you choose will decide what happens to me, and you must help him. He needs you; I need you..."

"Wait, no, don't go, I need to know more!" Zelina cried out desperately, but it was too late. Luke had disappeared, and Zelina was left standing alone in her room, a flurry of strong emotions.

She had just met Anakin's son. She'd been having dreams of a Luke Skywalker. Anakin was in danger from something.

But what?

Before she could think any further on the matter, a strong wave of raw emotion fell over her from Anakin, and she didn't exactly like what he was feeling.

It seemed Anakin had enough of everything that was going on in this strange place.

Calling her lightsabers to her hands from their spot next to her bed, Zelina turned to the door and entered the hall just in time to see Anakin disappearing around the corner. She frowned, rushing after him with an expression of worry etched onto her face. What was going on? What had sent Anakin on this midnight run?

Zelina rounded the same corner he had just turned down to see him storm towards the old man, who was once more meditating on that throne-like platform in front of the two statues. Anakin shocked Zelina when he pulled out his lightsaber and activated the blade, holding the tip mere centimeters from the old man's face.

"Anakin!" she protested, rushing towards her friend and the old man.

It seemed any conversations about Luke would have to wait for another day.

"Cannot sleep?" the old man asked simply, unfazed by the hum of Anakin's lightsaber. His eyes were even still closed. "To strike an unarmed man is hardly the Jedi way," he added.

"You're a Sith Lord!" Anakin declared, and Zelina stopped short a meter away from him, staring between the elderly man and Anakin. The old man didn't look like a Sith Lord...but looks could be deceiving.

"You have a very simple view of the universe," the old man said simply, still unmoving. "I am neither Sith, nor Jedi."

Finally the old man opened his eyes. "I am so much more. And so are the two of you."

"I see through your spells and visions old man!" Anakin declared firmly. "Tell me what is going on here!"

Visions?

Had Anakin had a vision as well?

The next moment saw all train of rational thought disappear from Zelina as she watched the old man lift his hand and grab Anakin's lightsaber and push Anakin's lightsaber back into the hilt.

"Some call us Force wielders."

"The Jedi have never spoken of this," Anakin said, his shock matching Zelina's own as they both stared dumbfounded at the old man.

"Mhm...few still know of our existence," the old man said pointedly.

"In that room, my mother came to me; but it was not her! It was something else!"

Zelina felt her blood run cold. Anakin's mother was a sacred person in his life, and the one line that no one was to cross. He treasured her even in death, and she knew he still carried the pain of and blame for her death. Zelina looked sharply at the old man as well, waiting for his answer.

"Ah...my son I suspect," the old man said, stroking his beard.

"I had a vision of someone too...that wasn't your son as well, was it?" Zelina asked worriedly.

"No...no, yours was very much real; I sensed as much myself. However, my son can take many forms. The shapes we embody are merely a reflection of the life force around us." The old man looked at Anakin from the corners of his eyes. "You carry a great sadness in your heart..."

At the old man's words, Zelina walked up behind Anakin and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder in an act of comfort and support. Anakin shot her a grateful look before they both returned their full attention to the old man in front of them.

"My children and I can manipulate the Force like no other. Therefore it was necessary to withdraw from the temporal world and live here as anchorites."

"As a sanctuary?" Anakin asked, trying to follow what the old man was telling him. It didn't help that these beings changed topics so quickly.

"And a prison," the old man added softly. "You cannot imagine what pain it is to have such love for your children, and realize that they could tear the very fabric of our universe."

"I don't understand," Anakin said, frustrated that he was having such difficulty grasping the concept that the old man was trying to tell him.

"It is only here that I can control them," the old man said passionately. "A family in balance; the light, and the dark. Day with night. Destruction replaced by creation."

"Then why reveal yourselves to us?" Anakin asked.

"There are some who would like to exploit our power. The Sith are but one. Too much dark or light would be the undoing of life as you understand it. When news reached me that the Chosen One had been found...I needed to see for myself," the old man said, turning to face Anakin.

Anakin scowled, withdrawing into himself as Zelina had seen him do a many a time when the Prophecy was brought up. "The Chosen One is a myth," Anakin scoffed.

"Is it?" the old man asked with a smile. "I should very much like to know. Why don't we find out together?"

Anakin hesitated, sliding his gaze to lock with Zelina's eyes. He obviously wasn't so sure about what was happening.

"Pass one test, and I shall know the truth," the old man said encouragingly. "Then you and your friends may leave."

Anakin sighed. "All right."

Zelina couldn't help but notice that even as he gave a satisfied nod, the old man shot a curious look at Zelina. One that questioned why she was there, and who she was.

When dawn came, it found the Father—as Zelina had finally figured out that was who he was—Anakin and Zelina all in a courtyard. Anakin stood in the middle of a small, elegant, modern looking yet also ancient feeling arena, though Father and Zelina were preparing to leave him at the center of the arena.

"It is time to face your guilt and know the truth," Father said to Anakin.

The cries of beasts sounded above them, and they all looked up to see two creatures flying towards them. One a dark, rustic red and another a pure white. They both circled down before they landed on opposite sides of the arena.

In their claws they each clutched a prisoner. The dark one had Ahsoka, and the light one had Obi-Wan. The dark one, as soon as it touched down, released a terrifying roar.

"Whatever it wants, don't do it Master!" Ahsoka immediately cried when she saw Anakin. Anakin spun around to see Obi-Wan struggling fruitlessly in the grasp of the light creature, and his expression turned dark.

"Let them go! I will not play your games!" he shouted angrily. Father placed a strong hand on Zelina's shoulder and started to drag her away from Anakin, causing panic to rise up inside of her even though she didn't say anything about it.

"Oh, but I think you will," Father said, dragging Zelina away from Anakin even though she was fighting to stay with him. "I have ordered my children to kill your friends. The question is; which one will you chose to save? You're Master, or your Apprentice?"

As he spoke, he suddenly flew through the air, and Zelina found herself staring down at Anakin, the two creatures, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan. Father spoke one last time.

"You need not worry about her," he said, gesturing towards Zelina. "She is...a special case. You must now release the guilt and free yourself by choosing!"

With that he fell silent, done talking to Anakin even as Anakin cried out 'No!' in denial. However, it seemed Father was not done talking to Zelina.

"You are a most peculiar case child," he said quietly, so only Zelina would hear. She found herself, amazingly, drawn from the drama below.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You were never supposed to be born. The fact you exist is...perplexing."

"There powers are too strong for us Anakin, save Ahsoka!" Obi-Wan cried out to Anakin down below. Father continued, ignoring the look of utter bewilderment on Zelina's face.

"Your fate is also so deeply rooted with that of your friend that everything in the life of one of you affects the other. Your fates are intertwined; inseparable. That is the only reason why my son was unable to separate you from him yesterday when you were following my daughter. Your life is at great risk because of your connection to him," Father continued breezily.

"Let them go!" Anakin snarled at Father from down below.

"Only you can make my children release them!" Father called down. Zelina turned agonized eyes onto Anakin. She could feel his pain, but Father's viselike grip on her arm kept her from interfering. Father lowered his tone so that only Zelina could hear again. "You must remember that one's undoing can also be their salvation."

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan shouted below them. "The planet is the Force! Use it!"

"You will let them go!" Anakin suddenly growled at the two creatures, but to Zelina's immense surprise his voice was layered and echoing, like the voices of the preternatural beings they had stumbled upon here on this strange planet.

He pulled his hands close to his chest, and Zelina felt the Force fluxuate before Anakin sent a powerful force push all around in a powerful repulse, knocking the light and dark creatures—Daughter and Son—back several meters. He grasped both of them in a strong Force Grip, palms lying flat towards the sky as he lifted both beings high into the air. The very sky was reacting to his command, spinning from day to night, from clouds in blue to stars in black. The arena glowed with an ethereal light, like the stars had been cast to the ground and the sun's rays were trying to burst from the cracks of the arena floor. Lightning flashed, thunder crackled, and a strong wind whipped all around them.

Slowly, Anakin lowered his hands, and Ahsoka and Obi-Wan were dropped from the Son and Daughter's grips while the Son and Daughter remained in the air. Anakin pulled his hands in, dragging the Son and Daughter closer to him despite their struggles against his power before he suddenly slammed his arms straight out from his center, sending the two smashing into the wall and cracking the stone as he held them there before he let them drop to the ground. The two dragged themselves to their feet and launched themselves at Ahsoka and Obi-Wan, who had tried to get away in all the confusion. Before they could get too close, Anakin grabbed them in a strong grip through the Force and tossed them to the opposite sides of the arena on either side of Anakin.

"Down!" he roared at them, his multi-layered voice echoing all around them. Slowly he dragged the two in front of him as they rose on their back legs, fighting him the entire time. "On your knees!" he commanded.

His voice vibrated in Zelina's ears and seemed to echo in her very mind, and she watched as they slowly morphed out of their beastly forms back into their human forms, slowly and gradually, before they fell on their hands and knees in front of him.

Zelina couldn't even begin to explain how it felt to see her friend with so much power, reducing these great beings that embodied the dark and light side of the Force to their human form on bended knees. She was...awestruck, captivated, entranced, enchanted, stunned, and overwhelmed.

The sky above slowly was turning back to normal, and Zelina felt her feet leave the ground as Father transported them back to the ground just behind Anakin. "And now you see who you truly are. Only the Chosen One could tame both my children."

Anakin was breathing heavily, and Zelina could tell that the adrenaline was still coursing through his veins. "I have taken your test," he said in a low, threatening voice. "Now fulfill your promise and let us go!" he demanded, holding a hand out towards Zelina.

"Ah, but first, you must understand the truth. Now; all of you leave us," Father commanded.

"Do not trust him," Ahsoka warned in a low undertone as Anakin turned towards her and Obi-Wan. Father still had a strong grip on her arm as he leaned down to speak in her ear one last time.

"I can sense your deep love and devotion for your friend. Hold those feelings close to you, for they will be key to his survival."

Zelina whipped around to face Father, but he was already speaking to everyone but Anakin and Zelina. "I said, leave us."

Slowly, one by one, Son, Daughter, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan trickled away, leaving just Anakin, Zelina, and Father. Father let go of Zelina and approached Anakin eagerly.

"Do you feel your destiny? You must see it now; I am dying, and you must replace me."

Zelina stared at the old man in surprise. He wanted Anakin to stay here on this planet for however long, replacing him? Was he serious?

"Replace you? I can't stay here!" Anakin protested.

"But...this is yours! It has been foretold!" Father stated in shock before his tone turned passionate once more. "The Chosen One will remain to keep my children in balance!"

Anakin backed away a few steps, shaking his head adamantly. "No."

"I...cannot force you to do this. The choice must be yours. But leave...and your selfishness will haunt you! And...the Galaxy."

Anakin dropped his gaze to meet Zelina's, and she could see his choice reflected there before he even said anything.

"Ready to get out of here?"

Zelina and Anakin stood at the foot of the landing ramp, their eyes gazing over the monastery while Ahsoka and Obi-Wan boarded the ship. Obi-Wan had been the one to voice the question, but neither of them had answered him and he had decided to leave the issue alone. They stood side by side for a moment, and Anakin looked for a moment as if he was having second thoughts. Instinctively, Zelina wrapped one of her arms around Anakin's shoulders in a one armed hug.

"Are you going to be okay?" she asked him softly.

Anakin sighed. "Maybe...as soon as we get out of here," he murmured. He glanced at her and then returned the one armed hug. "Come on...let's go."

Zelina nodded. "All right...I'll have a few things to talk to you about once we're a good ways away from all of this."

"Don't you always have something to tell me?" Anakin asked with a weak smile.

Zelina laughed softly. "It seems like I do, doesn't it?"

With that, the two of them turned their back on the monastery and boarded the ship.