*Upon arriving at the communications room, there were several officers wearing similar uniforms watching security screens. One spotted Anna and Nero enter and he leaped in shock.

"What the kri-? What is she doing out of her cell?" He demanded. Nero didn't speak, but Anna could feel the wild desperation inside him trying to break free from her spell. She smiled, and raised both of her hands. All of the officers in the room were lifted off their feet. Through the Force, she commanded the officers to take their blaster pistols from their belts and drive the barrels against the sides of their heads. Once finished, Anna commanded their fingers to pull the trigger. All in unison, a single shot from each of their blasters smashed into their skulls and Anna dropped the bodies to the floor. Nero stared on in horror, but he couldn't move. Anna marveled in his pain and suffering. She Force-pulled him to her and dug her fingers into the sides of his neck.

"Now help me contact your master Vader. I will face him here to test his strength," she declared. It felt so good to be back on the pedestal of power, with the dark side shrieking its sadistic joy inside her head. She vowed to destroy the Emperor, whom she figured was the man that had trapped her here, and she planned to destroy Darth Vader and lead the Empire herself.**

*Vader wasn't at all what Anna had expected. He was a tall man in a suit with a mask to cover his face. She could tell by the chest plate and the respirator that without the suit, he could possibly die. His hologram stared at her expressionless. Anna could hear a menacing breathing sound emanating from him, which sent mild chills down her spine.

"Darth Vader, you may think that you are powerful enough to rule the galaxy alongside your precious Emperor. But I was a Sith first, and I am destined to overthrow both of you. Unless you would like to become my apprentice, and we can destroy the Emperor together," Anna vowed. She still held Nero by the neck, digging her nails deeper into his flesh until she could feel the blood gushing down her fingers. Nero gasped in terrible pain, trying desperately to get loose, but she kept her hold tight and deep.

"You remind me of myself, young one. But your lack of practice and study in the dark side is what I find most disturbing," Vader replied. Anna hissed through her teeth, and through the Force, she snapped Nero's neck. The man crumpled to the floor. She rubbed the blood between her fingers.

"You know nothing of the dark side. I am a descendant of one of the most powerful Sith Lords who had ever lived, and his power flows through me," she said.

"We shall see. Expect my arrival, and we will deal with this matter face to face," Vader replied.

"I'll be waiting." Anna then disconnected the transmission and stood back. Her original plan was to stay put until Vader arrives, but then something caught her eye. Through the window, she could see something that looked like the ruins of what was once a large structure. On her way out of the facility, she snapped the necks of several troopers clad in clean white holding DC-15A rifles. Once outside, the relentless heat tackled her, and she summoned a faint shield within the Force to tone down the heat. She made her way to the ruins. A tall dome-shaped tower stood as the entrance into the building. Then, a slimy, vile feeling dropped down Anna's throat and she howled in a rage. She could sense that what she was looking at was the ruins of what was once a Jedi enclave.

Memories of the Jedi enclave on Dantooine flooded back to her. She hated these memories. She hated to think about that little innocent girl with the pathetic dreams to one day become a Jedi. That girl was incompetent and naïve. That girl was dead. Anna killed her, and moved on with a new life that promised unlimited power.

The sight of another Jedi enclave in ruins only made her hate the Jedi even more. Not only were they cold and tore family apart, but they were also very weak. The Jedi had been overthrown and almost wiped out of existence time and time again. And each time was at the hands of the Sith. This proved that the Sith were more powerful.

But now Anna could feel a lump of concern growing inside her throat. When she turned to the dark side and proclaimed herself as a Sith, she only studied and trained for a day before the new Emperor came and snatched away her opportunity for revenge. This Darth Vader could've had years of training, which caused her to doubt her abilities to defeat the Sith. She hated feeling that doubt stirring up inside her like a violent funnel going through its first stages of formation, but she couldn't deny how she felt. Then she remembered a face. One she had not seen in a very long time.

Bezo.

She had become so obsessed with her hatred towards the Jedi and her ambition to come to Zenga and learn to become a Sith, that she had forgotten that there was still one person that deeply cared about her. If she had stayed with him, rather than go to Zenga, she would still be with him right now. It was overwhelming to think about, and though she tried to expel the emotions rising quickly in her throat, the tears came anyway.

She felt vulnerable, as if she was so frail that she would fall apart if touched. The tears sliding down her pale cheeks were for Bezo and the brother she never did meet since the day he was taken away. A tinge of fear slowly ballooned. Darth Vader was coming. He will not show any mercy. The Sith didn't believe in mercy. Loudly and sharply, she screamed the first name that popped into her head.

"Adam!"**

*Adam's eyes shot up open. The voice he heard screaming inside his head was unmistakable. It was his sister. She was calling his name.

He shut his eyes again to concentrate. He needed to pinpoint Anna's location so that he can find her. Her presence was already fading, being groped and pulled down by the sharp claws of fear. It became a game of tug-of-war between him and this fear that was trying to pull Anna away. Finally, he found out where Anna was. She was on Mustafar. And something terrible was landing on the planet right now to face her.**

*Anna felt freezing chills shoot down her spine when the horrible sound of Vader's metallic breathing echoed across the ruins of the enclave and bounced off the walls. Her muscles tightened and she turned around to face her enemy. There he stood in his black suit with a blood-red lightsaber already activated in his hand. He looked even scarier in person than he did as a hologram. Waves of incredible power emanated off of him through the Force, but some of his power felt almost fragmented, as if he used to have more but something happened that stripped away some of that power. The strangest thing however, was that his presence felt oddly familiar.

"You would've never made a good Master. I can sense the fear coming off of you. You reek of it," Vader remarked.

"My offer still stands if you are willing," Anna tried. The fear was obvious in her voice.

"It is a gracious offer, but I have my own plans."

Anna stiffened as Vader began to slowly approach her. His metallic breathing slightly changed, so that it sounded like he was thinking deeply. He tilted his head and continued to stare at her. It tortured Anna that she couldn't even really guess what he was thinking because his face was covered by a hideous mask.

"We've met before," he finally spoke. Anna frowned and took a nervous step back.

"What do you mean?"

"You were the woman that met me soon after I was accepted into the Jedi Order. I was the boy you attacked with the power of the dark side when I told you about me."

Anna's face scrunched up and tears pooled in her eyes. A fire of painful sensation blazed within her. Vader was Anakin? No. It couldn't be true!

"You know who I am, you sense that my presence is familiar," Vader commented. "Because of you, I began to have suspicions about the Jedi, and my suspicions were correct. They were liars and murderers that did nothing but hold me back from discovering my true potential. I never forgot the way I felt when you unleashed the dark side's power on me," Vader declared.

Anna couldn't believe it. Vader was that boy. That boy who had been accepted to be trained even though he was too old. Now here he was in a suit that was keeping him alive, and he was a Sith. Anna couldn't help but feel that it was her fault that he went down that path, but she realized something else too. Because Anakin was too old, that could've partially been the reason why he turned to the dark side. He had experienced feelings of fear and anger beforehand. He should've never become a Jedi. Anna experienced pain by a kinrath shortly before she turned ten. It was for good reason that the Jedi didn't take Anna to be trained.

"If you were too old to be trained, why did the Jedi let you become one of them?" Anna asked.

"The Jedi believed that I was the prophesied Chosen One who is destined to bring balance to the Force. I am the Chosen One. I rid the galaxy of the Jedi, and have restored peace and freedom under the Empire."

Anna didn't believe for a second that the Chosen One was meant to destroy the Jedi. Otherwise, why would the Jedi take him in the first place?

"This isn't right. You can't do this. I was wrong, and you were wrong. We can stop the Emperor together, and we can destroy the Sith," Anna pleaded. Before she could even react, Vader threw his lightsaber in her direction and she felt herself fall down onto her side. When she looked down at her legs, she saw a blackened, seared stump where her prosthetic leg used to be. She spotted it lying a few inches away from her.

"I will destroy the Emperor someday, but not with your help," Vader insisted. His lightsaber was already back in his hand and he had it aimed downward at her to plunge into her flesh. Instead of finishing her off however, he touched the tip of his blade to Anna's stump. The foul stench of burnt flesh ran up Anna's nostrils. Tears filled her eyes like a canteen being refilled.

"Please. Please stop," she begged. Her voice was barely above a whisper now. Vader didn't stop. He kept the blade where it was in Anna's flesh just barely keeping it from going deep enough to paralyze her.

"You don't even have a lightsaber. Your overconfidence will be your downfall." Before he could finish her however, he whirled around just in time to parry a deadly swing from a long sword. The long sword was being held by a middle-aged man wearing a cheap, tan robe and brown leggings. His short black hair whipped in the blazing winds of Mustafar. Anna didn't recognize him physically, but she could figure out who he was because of his presence, which she had felt once when she was a child holding her baby brother in her arms.

Adam.

The metallic breathing from Vader's visor quickened as Adam continued to swing at him with his sword as if he was fighting with a lightsaber.

Anna felt completely helpless as she stared and watched her brother spar with the Sith Lord.**

*Adam fought Darth Vader with a ferocity he had never used before. As a Jedi, he had been trained to allow the Force to keep him calm as he fought. But the Jedi Order didn't really exist anymore; therefore the rules didn't exactly apply anymore.

But he needed to keep his ferocity under control, lest he become too random and sloppy. He wasn't fighting like a Jedi, but he didn't want to fight like a Sith either. Vader met every swing in a very casual manner. They dueled across the floor of the ruins, clashing blades together quickly and rapidly.

"You are neither Jedi nor Sith," Vader said.

"That's right," Adam replied. Adam knew he couldn't beat Vader here. He had a sword, and Vader had on a thick suit that could allow the blade to harmlessly bounce off of it. He could use the Force, but he didn't want to destroy him by using it. He wasn't about to become a killer. He just needed to wear him out enough so that he can escape with Anna. He guessed that it wouldn't be too hard. Vader's abilities were somewhat limited because of his condition.

For the first time in a very long time, Adam subjected himself to the Makashi form, embracing himself in multiple offense and defense moves to keep his body and his movements smooth and fluent. It looked like his training had paid off in one way. Master Tyson would've been proud. He was using this form to defend himself from a Sith Lord.

The combatants' blades crashed together again, and the hissing, crackling sound of Vader's lightsaber engulfed the ruins.

"Impressive. You were a Jedi once," Vader observed aloud.

"Yep," Adam replied. The two continued doing their dance, both of them aiming for every exposed part of the body, only to have their attacks cut off time and time again.**

*Anna looked on at the duel and realized that it was really not going anywhere, and she was afraid that if she didn't do something, Adam will eventually weaken and Vader will strike him down.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a large piece of ceiling lying on the floor. She reached out a trembling hand at the piece of ceiling. She struggled to still her hand so that she can concentrate through the Force to move the object. The piece of ceiling groaned in protest as she summoned the Force to lift it. It floated, waiting for Anna's next command.

Tears filled Anna's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Anakin," she whispered. Anna quickly Force-pushed the debris so that it flew and crashed into Vader from the side. Vader's body was tossed and pinned against the wall. Adam wasted no time in running over to Anna, picking her up, and carrying her out of the ruins.

Anna felt so numb. She couldn't shed tears. She couldn't feel anything. It felt strange not to feel a leg of some kind underneath her. But she knew one thing. She knew that it was all her fault that she was here in this position right now. Nothing felt so close to the truth to her than it did now.

Anna blacked out before they even reached Adam's ship.**

*"I love you, Adam." Anna gently took Adam's tiny hand as she stared down at him.

"I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you," she vowed. The child's heart believed what she said through and through. In this room, at this time, fear didn't exist. She was happy and content to be with her baby brother, who was safe in her arms…**

*Anna woke up from childhood memories, then squeezed her eyes shut again because of the blazing light above her. She realized she was lying on a sleep-bunk with the curtain drawn beside her. How had she gotten here again?

She tried to move, but for some reason, one of her legs wouldn't budge. She looked down and saw the charred stump. It was what was left of her prosthetic leg. Dark memories rushed back into her and she then remembered everything. Being kept on Mustafar for years, encountering Darth Vader who was once the boy she had tortured, and saving her brother Adam who had come to her rescue.

"Adam? Adam?" She called out. She heard rapid footsteps on the other side of the curtain and it was brushed aside. Adam looked down at her with concern but also relief.

"Its okay, Anna. I'm here. You're safe," he assured her. Anna rested her head back on her pillow and closed her eyes. She dug her thoughts into the Force. Somehow, she couldn't sense either dark or light. It felt neutral, as if she had fallen in between.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"To Tattooine. Bezo is there. I told him I would bring you back," Adam replied. A tear threatened to slip out from underneath Anna's eyelid.

"Bezo still wants to see me after all these years I've been away from him?"

"I've wanted to see you after all these years. Longer too actually," Adam pointed out. There was silence for a moment. Finally, Anna spoke again.

"You left the Jedi Order and threw away your life just to find me. Why?"

Adam took Anna's hand and held it. It felt warm and rough, pulsing heat through her arm.

"Because I knew you needed me. The Force brought us together."

Anna nodded and looked at Adam. Saw his shining eyes staring back at her. He smiled and stood up.

"We should reach Tattooine within the hour, and find out what we're going to do before we land. In the meantime, rest. You're going to need it."

As he started to walk away, Anna spoke up. "Adam."

Adam stopped and stared back at her. "Yes?"

"Thank you."

Adam let loose a small smile and nodded.

"You're welcome, Anna."

Adam left the passenger compartment, and for the first time since her time with her parents on Dantooine, Anna felt truly and utterly at peace.**

FINAL NOTE: Thanks for reading! This was one of my favorite fanfics to write. This was also one of my most ambitious pieces of all time. To give you an idea of what I'm coming out with next, the Silvan Elf series will continue very soon. I've already made up a basic outline for Series Two, and man are you going to have tremendous feels during THIS one! I've also thought of the idea of doing a Grima Wormtongue series after I'm done with The Silvan Elf, with 'Wormtongue's Tear' being the considered title. Do you guys really like RWBY? (if you haven't seen it, please do! You can find the episodes on YouTube). If you've seen RWBY, I may have a treat for you guys. I'm thinking about doing an RWBY prequel series that will follow a similar narrative to X-Men First Class. It will be a series about Ozpin, Glynda Goodwitch, and James Ironwood and the origin of Beacon Academy as well as the origins of some familiar characters from the series. Stay 'tuned' for more news on that! In the meantime, Merry Christmas everyone!