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NA: I have translated this chapter using Chat GPT. The parts that it refused to translate, I passed through the regular translator (Deepl). I will use this method to translate all previous chapters. From now on, I will use Chat GPT. I will re-upload the other chapters, which will take more time to upload the following chapters. This is because it will take time to use Chat GPT, which translates page by page, and then I will have to translate it back to Spanish to check if any text changed or if it skipped any paragraphs because it deemed them inappropriate. If everything is fine, I will upload the file; otherwise, I will have to locate the censored parts, pass them through the regular translator, and place them in their proper places.

Summary so far:

Xion, the traveling god, continues his search for his own universe. After visiting the Stargate universe and experiencing some setbacks in the ATG universe, which drove Naruto, the Xion of the ninja universe, insane, Xion managed to split his soul again and attempted to travel to the Harry Potter universe in search of magical power to enhance his abilities. However, a cosmic horror creature intercepted him in the interdimensional space, dragging him to its own world and weakening his soul. Fortunately for him, the Xion from the ATG universe intervened and threw him into the Star Wars universe, where his weakened soul couldn't assimilate Anakin's soul to take his place. Instead, both souls merged, creating a new Anakin.

Star Wars Xion, Anakin 1

Not even a day had passed. He had barely had time to adapt to this situation, and there they were: Qui-Gon, Padme, and Jar Jar. Just like in the movies, entering Watto's shop in the same way. But he wasn't the same Anakin, he wasn't even a child anymore. Although he still was Anakin to some extent, as the soul of a traveling god had merged with his own. Now, he had gone from being nine years old to being an adult.

Anakin thought that wasn't the biggest difference between him and the old Anakin. Now, he knew the future and had memories of several lives, unlike the innocence he had before. His understanding of a disastrous future made the child, now a man, look at the world differently, being something more and wondering if that would be enough to save himself and how much time he had left.

Now, seeing these three enter, Anakin realized he had no time. His story began at that very moment. The problem was that the story of this world didn't start with him but with his enemies, who had decades of advantage over him.

According to the memories of the traveling god, Xion, his enemies, Palpatine, and Count Dooku, had already created an army for the Republic and another for the future separatists. The Senate was under their control, and all they needed was to get rid of their enemies, who had no idea of their existence, being mere pawns in their plans.

Anakin sighed in his mind. What was he supposed to do in this situation? What chance did he have? Was he condemned to watch everyone die? Would he become a tool for Palpatine as Xion's memories suggested?

Xion, the god that fused with his soul, hadn't planned to come here. There was nothing he wanted in this universe. The Force was too weak a power for him to care about, and the technology of this place was also limited. Coming here was a waste of time for him, and it would take decades to get out of this world. And that's only if that damn Palpatine didn't kill them before that.

On the other hand, Xion wasn't dissatisfied, as this was one of his favorite worlds and a place he would visit in the future, although he had planned to arrive much earlier. He would simply hold onto what he had.

On the other hand, Anakin was desperate. He wasn't a tourist; this was his own world, and he didn't want everything to end up in Palpatine's hands…

"Anakin, come here!" Watto ordered, interrupting his thoughts. He called him to watch the shop while he showed the items the Jedi wanted.

Anakin left the room from where he had been spying on the visitors and hurried to take his place. Watto left with the man, and Padme looked around without paying attention to him. Jar Jar was busy with his own affairs, and Anakin knew he would soon cause some small disaster.

Anakin remembered a bit of the conversation the young Anakin had with Padme and how he fell in love with her at first sight, but he was no longer that child, and he didn't find Padme attractive. She was beautiful, but not attractive.

Perhaps it was due to her age; she didn't seem any different from a teenager. While there were teenagers with astonishing attributes that could confuse any man and lead him to swear by all that is holy that he thought she was of legal age, Padme was not one of those teenagers, and Anakin felt no attraction towards her. He had no desire to engage in conversation with her. He absolutely didn't like her, and no one could use that against him…

Anakin sighed in his mind. It seemed that he still had some childish outbursts. He focused on Padme because she was a queen and a future senator, so the adult part of him couldn't ignore it. The problem was that he wasn't very social, and he didn't know what to say… he was a damn recluse, and he'd rather cut off his balls than try to imitate a child's conversation… "Maybe the emotions of this body are affecting me," Anakin thought, noticing that his way of thinking was too immature.

Anakin considered lying and pretending to see the future, mentioning having a dream about her to start a conversation. But this was no longer a movie; it was his real life, and a seer would immediately attract Palpatine's attention.

And according to Xion's memories, at this point, the wretched old man already controlled the Senate and part of public opinion. Confronting him with words without having the slightest bit of power to back it up would be suicide. That's why his knowledge of the future had to remain only for himself. He wouldn't bet a single coin on the Jedi Council, let alone his own life.

The Jedi Council was not trustworthy; according to canon, there was plenty of evidence that they used Jedi visions like toilet paper. They even ignored a vision about the destruction of an entire planet, killing millions of people, just to not bother the Council with things that might or might not happen.

If he presented himself to them and told them everything he knew, he was sure he'd end up dead at the hands of one of Palpatine's assassins. And yet, the Jedi would sit there and do nothing. That's why knowledge of the future would be reserved for his own use and for those he could trust. One of them was standing right in front of him, and he needed to become her friend, but no childish nonsense or visions of the future, at least until she trusted him.

"You don't seem to be from this system. Do you have wupiupis? They don't accept Republic dataries here," Anakin said, and Padme looked at him.

"Hello, my name is Anakin," he said when she focused her attention on him.

"Hello, Anakin. I'm Padme, and no, we don't have wupiupis. Are they very important?" she asked, approaching the counter where Anakin was.

"They are. They won't sell you anything around here if you don't have them," Anakin warned. "If your ship has broken down and you don't have wupiupis to pay for the parts, your only option is to sell the wreckage and buy a passage with the mercenaries. But I don't recommend it; most likely, they'll end up robbing you and then selling you as a slave," Anakin explained. He knew Padme's true identity and knew she wouldn't end up as a slave, but mentioning slavery would also serve as a warning.

"Slavery is prohibited in the Republic!" Padme exclaimed, somewhat scandalized.

"I've heard that theft and murder are also prohibited, but what good are the Republic's laws in this place?" Anakin asked, raising an eyebrow. Padme blinked.

She was about to speak but was interrupted by Jar Jar, who was rummaging through the droid shelf and had activated two of them, as well as knocking over some tools.

"You have to touch them on the nose," Anakin said to the clumsy Gungan, knowing he would have to clean up the mess later.

"If your friend messes up the place, I'll have to clean it up because I'm Watto's slave," Anakin said, not feeling very enthusiastic about cleaning. Padme gave Jar Jar a disapproving look, and he hurriedly returned to her side. She looked at Anakin with discomfort.

"So, are you a slave? Padme asked. Anakin nodded.

"I was born as a slave because my mother was too," Anakin said as Qui-Gon and Watto returned, the latter assuring them that they wouldn't find the parts they were looking for in any other store.

Anakin knew it was true; they either had to buy from Watto or sell their ship and get on a mercenary vessel to take them to their destination, a place unfriendly to outsiders where they probably wouldn't be willing to take them and would most likely sell them to the Hutts, the local mobsters in charge of the government.

Qui-Gon simply withdrew. When they left, Anakin got off the counter and approached Watto, who predicted Qui-Gon's future before ordering him to put everything in order and leave. Anakin did as he was told and prepared to return home, but not before looking for his liberator.

Anakin found the group in the market, just like in the movie, but they didn't look good, as Watto's words had been confirmed, and no one wanted to accept Republic credits there. Moreover, they probably didn't have the parts they were looking for either. To make matters worse, the walking disaster, Jar Jar, tried to steal a creature for sale and failed, ending up colliding with Zepulba, a racing pilot who was also part of the local mafia. Anakin observed all this and, though he knew Anakin had intervened in the situation, he decided to simply watch.

Anakin was aware that Zepulba wouldn't hesitate to break Jar Jar's neck, but not being a child anymore, he also realized that Qui-Gon had seen him and was keeping an eye on the Gungan, who had caused a commotion. Given that, Anakin didn't move from his spot, and Qui-Gon had to hurry to control the situation, giving some credits to Zepulba, who cursed them because they were practically useless, but still accepted them since they were better than nothing.

Anakin approached after Zepulba left.

"Jedi Master, in the future, you should intervene before your friend causes a disaster, or he'll get into real trouble," Anakin warned.

"How do you know I'm a Jedi?" Qui-Gon asked.

Anakin looked him up and down. The movement in which he had seen the lightsaber when Qui-Gon rushed to save Jar Jar had been too unnatural, as the opening was only meant for his eyes from his angle of vision. That meant this guy had planned everything.

"I saw your lightsaber when you showed it to me. I didn't intervene because theater bores me, and if I don't get any benefits, I'm not willing to act," Anakin said sincerely. "But that doesn't mean I'm not willing to help you, if you help me and my mother," Anakin proposed. Qui-Gon frowned.

"How did you know I purposely let the lightsaber be seen?" Qui-Gon asked. Anakin shrugged.

"Behind me, five people are passing by. One of them is wearing a dirty yellow suit, two are wearing faded brown ones, the fourth is limping, and the fifth is trying to steal from them," Anakin said. He couldn't use the Force to exert any power, but besides being Anakin, he was also a person with decades of life, so there was no way he believed his senses were normal. Padme blinked, and Jar Jar clapped.

"Not much escapes me," Anakin said. Qui-Gon smiled, as he had confirmed that Anakin was Force-sensitive, which Anakin supposed was what the Jedi wanted, and being him, he was probably already thinking nonsense about destiny, but that suited Anakin.

"What's your plan?" Qui-Gon asked with a smile.

"There are too many people in this place, and a sandstorm is approaching. They'll need shelter, so I believe that should be our priority before making any deal," Anakin said.

Anakin wasn't mentioning the sandstorm because of Xion's memories but because he felt it approaching. He could even tell exactly when it would reach them. The reason was his unique connection to the Force, which the previous Anakin rejected for not wanting to be considered strange among his friends, but the new Anakin no longer cared about a bunch of little kids and knew that the Force was his greatest ally for surviving in this world, so he embraced it as soon as he felt it around him.

Qui-Gon looked in the direction of the wind after Anakin's comment, and he understood that he didn't feel anything.

"The storm will arrive soon, within an hour at the latest. If you need shelter, you can come to my house. We can also talk, although my mother and I are just slaves, and you'll have to buy some food if you want to have dinner," Anakin explained.

"And you know where to buy food with Republic credits," Qui-Gon said. Anakin began to walk, as they weren't asking him anything.

A while later, after buying provisions, Shmi Skywalker welcomed them by opening the door. The storm was already noticeable to Qui-Gon, and they had hurried to get there.

Anakin looked at his mother, a woman in her thirties, whom he had bid farewell to in the morning with some indifference. But now, seeing her and fully aware that if he achieved his goal, he probably wouldn't see her again in his life, Anakin felt the feelings of the child take over, as well as his actions to run and embrace his mother. It was as if at that moment, he became two different people: the child in control and the adult who, though embarrassed by understanding everything that was happening there, didn't dare to intervene.

Anakin hugged his mother and shed tears, which made them both feel ashamed. They became one again by sharing the same feeling and goal: to get rid of those tears and not appear weak. Anakin used the old technique of pressing firmly against his mother's dress to wipe away his tears, and then he pulled away from her, pretending to be calm.

"Mother," he said, turning to look at his guests. "They are Qui-Gon, Padme, and Jar Jar, they…" "Damn it!" Anakin reproached himself with frustration. Freedom was too much for the slave child, it simply overwhelmed him, and his voice, already high-pitched, broke. "I'll explain later," Anakin said, hurrying out to his workshop in the basement of his small slave house.

"Is freedom worth so much?" Anakin wondered, overwhelmed by emotions. He stood in front of a robot he had been assembling.

Xion didn't understand. He was born free, and he imagined that being a slave was difficult, but Anakin's life wasn't that bad. There were free children who had it worse, much worse. Xion had experienced hunger and hardship when he was little. In comparison, Anakin's conditions could only be considered privileged.

So what was it? For Anakin, the answer was simple: because he was a slave. And this simple answer was the "choice," a privilege of those who wield power. And if you want power, you must first be free since everything a slave possesses belongs to their master, even something as simple as a choice…

"Are you okay?" Padme asked from behind, interrupting his thoughts.

"Just wounded in my dignity," Anakin said honestly, as he sighed and turned around. Never in his life did he think he'd cry like a child after being an adult. Padme chuckled. Of course, it was amusing to her. She didn't know what was really happening there.

"Anakin, we all cry from time to time," Padme assured, approaching and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"No, not everyone, and not me either!" Anakin declared. "It's been a long time since I last cried. Tears are a surrender, a sign of weakness," he said with a sigh, looking at Padme, who gazed at him with sadness but also with tenderness. Anakin sighed in his mind.

"What's all this about, Anakin?" Padme asked, changing the subject to notice his discomfort. Anakin accepted the change of conversation.

"I'm a genius when it comes to robotics. I built my own podracer, and also this droid," Anakin said, quickly inspecting the droid and turning it on.

"Good day, I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations," the droid introduced itself.

"I created him to help my mother," Anakin explained, though as an adult, he realized he should have created something more useful instead of just assembling a droid.

"Anakin, that's incredible," Padme praised.

"Thank you," Anakin replied. "I've been thinking about creating my own droids in the future. I don't like the ones that exist currently; they're too rigid, especially the protocol droids. Assassins, on the other hand, are more agile," Anakin said.

"Assassin droids!" Padme exclaimed, and C-3PO joined in the exclamation. "Where have you seen something like that?" she asked, alarmed.

"Sometimes murders happen in this place, here and there," Anakin said without telling the whole truth but not exactly lying either, as his words were true.

Padme was surprised and horrified. She hugged him. "She's a compassionate person," Anakin thought, realizing he was a jerk. But in reality, he felt nothing for this girl; he only appreciated the kindness her good nature elicited. "There's nothing more," he concluded in his mind.

"It's okay. You can get used to living in hell if you spend enough time in it. As long as you manage to keep your own self, it will just be an unpleasant experience," Anakin told her, patting her back.

Padme hugged him tighter. She didn't let go for several minutes, and when she finally did, she couldn't speak to him; she simply ran off, and C-3PO followed her.

"I guess I have the same personal touch as Xion to scare off girls," Anakin said with a half-smile as memories of Xion's lonely first life partially surfaced in his mind.

Anakin watched Padme climb the last steps while C-3PO asked her if she was okay. This girl was too idealistic. He resolved to soften his dark tone a bit when talking to her in the future.

Anakin was also aware that he needed to calm down, as his heart was still racing at the thought of talking to his mother about his plans. He couldn't think of any way to free her alongside him, which meant she would be left behind.

Anakin sat down to meditate, relaxing his body and allowing his emotions to settle. Gradually, a strange sensation of being able to see without opening his eyes came over him. This was part of Xion's memories, as he was an expert in meditation, so Anakin didn't have to do much.

As for the sensation of seeing without opening his eyes, that was the Force, and it was so present in him that when he sat down to meditate, he almost unconsciously made contact with it. Anakin embraced it without hesitation from the very beginning, as the sense of peace it brought was comforting.

Anakin intended to use this power to ensure success in the podrace by enhancing his perception of the world provided by the Force. He didn't like gambling with his own destiny. He also wished to use the power of healing, as this supernatural ability would give him many advantages. However, he had a problem: he didn't know how to use this power, as he had no training in the Force and no time to practice.

An hour later, Anakin opened his eyes as someone else approached. He looked at Qui-Gon.

"Do you meditate frequently?" Qui-Gon asked. Anakin offered him a seat in front of him, and when Qui-Gon sat down, he shook his head.

"This is only the second time. Things don't always go so wrong, and I need courage to tell my mother I'll leave her behind without breaking down in tears," Anakin said, and Qui-Gon sighed.

"And what would that plan be?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You won't be able to exchange money in this place, and buying a ticket could end your life. You could also steal it, but Padme wouldn't allow that," Anakin said.

"The Jedi Code wouldn't allow that either," Qui-Gon said.

"Does the Jedi Code prevent you from attacking a group of criminals to indirectly help hundreds of people and keep some dirty money to do a good deed?" Anakin asked. Qui-Gon smiled and sat in front of him.

"Anakin, you are a very mature person, and your viewpoints are interesting, but I believe in this case I won't need to push the limits of what the Jedi Code allows… well, at least not too much," Qui-Gon said with some hesitation. Anakin smiled and nodded.

"In three days, there will be a podrace. I've built a pod to participate, but I still need some minor parts, and I can't participate on my own because I'm a slave.

"But if you say you own the podracer and offer to split the winnings with Watto for me to pilot, he will undoubtedly accept. In the race, you can bet your ship to earn money and pay for me and my mother, as well as the spare parts. Plus, you could get extra money by betting on the pod. It's never a bad idea to have a backup," Anakin explained.

"Anakin, if you have a plan to get enough money, why do you think you would be separated from your mother?" Qui-Gon asked curiously. Anakin sighed.

"My plan won't work the way I want it to, and actually, freeing either me or my mother will depend on you," Anakin said.

Holding onto the Force had its downsides, and in this case, it meant knowing that his plan wouldn't turn out as he hoped and that one of them would be left behind on Tatooine. It was a tough answer that the old Anakin couldn't even accept considering, but he didn't refuse to receive answers; he just couldn't stop them from affecting him.

"Do you have a premonition about it?" Qui-Gon asked.

"It's more like a certainty that things can't go the way I want. I don't have the power to make my own decisions, and my current fate is not in my hands," Anakin said with a sigh. However, he wasn't so sad about it, as the man in front of him was in even worse conditions, living his last days of life.

"Anakin, what you feel may or may not come to pass. You must not lose hope," Qui-Gon said.

Anakin smiled. The Jedi didn't understand the concept of probability; they were a bit naive. But he needed to keep talking, and he also wanted to see if it was possible to make this man understand. Perhaps he could save his life in the future. There was nothing to lose in trying, and if he did it right, there wasn't much danger either.

"Master Qui-Gon, are you familiar with the concept of probability?" Anakin asked. Qui-Gon nodded with curiosity in his eyes. "Good, let me explain it like this. There are one hundred doors in front of you to choose from. Behind one of them is what you desire. Behind two others, there is an intermediate result, behind one, there's nothing, and the rest offer different possibilities.

"At first glance, the odds of getting what you desire are 1 in 100, 2 in 100 for an intermediate result, and 97 in 100 for anything else. Knowing this and considering those doors as future possibilities, one could say that anything could happen. But such an answer would be too 'innocent.' As intelligent beings, we leave nothing to chance when we know that what we want is behind one of those doors. Without a doubt, we'll try to get it based on the available information.

"For example, if we were to find out that the door we want has a small red mark and only fifty of the doors have that same mark, with just that little information, we've discarded half of the options, and our odds in favor have increased to 1 in 50, twice as much as before.

"Then we gather more information, details, facts, statistics, until we reduce the probability to 100 out of 100. So, is there still any probability? Anakin shook his head. No, now there's only absolute certainty. Before, it was just a probability exercise because relevant information was ignored. Denying this to maintain hope would be denying reality, and that's something I won't do, even if it hurts. Even if 'the Force' allowed it.

"I'd rather be unhappy, knowing the truth, than be happy boasting in my ignorance. That's the kind of person I am," Anakin said sincerely, though he had a bitter taste in his mouth.

Qui-Gon remained silent for a whole minute. Then he seemed unsure of what to say.

"I promise to do everything I can to free both of you," Qui-Gon said. Anakin nodded and offered a sad half-smile. Qui-Gon looked uncomfortable. He cleared his throat.

"Anakin, I see that you already know what the Force is and have also heard about the Jedi," Anakin nodded. "Anakin, Jedi are people like you who receive special training in using the Force. Would you like to become a Jedi?" Qui-Gon asked. The question didn't surprise Anakin, but the timing did. It had jumped too quickly.

Anakin took a deep breath. Yes, he wanted to be a Jedi, as that would greatly improve his chances of survival in the future disaster looming in the galaxy, but he also had doubts about this path.

"There is too little information to make an absolute decision; I have many doubts," Anakin said sincerely. "Nevertheless, yes, I would like to be a Jedi. I don't dislike their way of being, and I haven't heard many bad things about their order," Anakin added. Qui-Gon looked at him doubtfully.

"What bad things have you heard about the Jedi?" Qui-Gon asked.

"Many, but the most serious of all is that they are not allowed to love," Anakin raised his hand before Qui-Gon could start explaining. "In my life, I have only loved my closest family members. And in the future, that feeling of certainty tells me that I will never love anyone else. There used to be a possibility, but not anymore. However, I don't need the Force to know that this is bad for me.

"Because beyond what I am as a biological mass, what makes me a person are my feelings. My feelings are what drive me to live, me and all living beings. Therefore, it's my feelings that, at the end of the day, make me a living being. Otherwise, I would be no different from a chair that has a purpose but no reason to live.

"Among all feelings, the most powerful and strong one is love, and I can say that because I can still feel it. And thanks to it, I can face the future with hope. Of course, I could also face it without it and free myself from many burdens, problems, and insecurities, which I suppose is what Jedi value.

"But in my eyes, that's the easy way out, and that makes them a bunch of slackers. In my mother's words: they are a disgrace to any form of life!" Anakin declared. Qui-Gon blinked, then burst into laughter, trying to control himself but unable to do so for several seconds. Finally, he cleared his throat to regain composure and looked at Anakin seriously.

"Young man, I won't be able to get those words out of my mind. I'm afraid I'll receive a reprimand for them in the near future," Qui-Gon scolded, still struggling with a smile. "It's all right; we'll discuss this matter another time," he said as if it didn't matter, but Anakin knew how incredibly important those words were, and he understood that his life, in Xión's memories, would have been very different if Qui-Gon had been his master.

"Anakin, before I depart, I'd like to perform a blood test on you. It's nothing serious; I just need a few drops of your blood to test your compatibility with the Force, which I assume is quite high…" Qui-Gon explained about midichlorians and their connection to the Force, and Anakin allowed him to take the sample. Later, his mother called them for dinner, and Qui-Gon shared the plan and assured them he would do everything possible to free them. Anakin could only sigh. Tears welled up again that night, but fortunately, it was in the privacy of his bed.

Three days later, Qui-Gon leaped onto the back platform of the ship, narrowly escaping Maul. In the end, he had accepted their deal, and Anakin won the podrace, leaving his rivals a kilometer behind. That had brought them to this moment, the same as in the movies.

Anakin looked at Qui-Gon, breathing heavily and appearing weak after facing Maul for a couple of minutes. Qui-Gon wasn't old, and as far as Anakin could see, his lightsaber skills seemed superior to Maul's.

His perception couldn't be underestimated, as Anakin could see how Qui-Gon reacted to Maul's attacks before they even happened. Considering Maul wasn't a true Sith and his control of the Force was lacking, this was appropriate. However, what didn't make sense was Qui-Gon's terrible mobility, agility, and physical strength.

This led Anakin to conclude that this Jedi died due to neglecting his training and physical condition.

"Your technique seems superior, but your physical form is dreadful," Anakin said honestly. Obi-Wan blinked, and Qui-Gon, breathing like a dog on a hot noon, couldn't contradict him.

"Anakin, I'd like you to meet my Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi," Qui-Gon introduced, pretending not to have heard the comment.

"Anakin Skywalker," Anakin introduced himself, extending his hand. Obi-Wan shook it and nodded.

Later, Anakin encountered the supposed queen and followed her for a while until he found a corner to meditate, as he wasn't in the mood for introductions after leaving his mother behind.

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