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Leia turned to Anakin, her eyes filled with curiosity and hope. "Do you think I could ever be trained to use the Force? Maybe you or someone else could teach me," she asked, her voice laced with eagerness. The lightsaber battle that they had just had made the idea spring in her mind.
Anakin sighed, his expression pained. "I'm sorry, Leia, but no. It's not safe. You're much too old," he replied, his tone firm yet regretful.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Leia questioned, her brow furrowing in confusion.
Anakin patiently explained, "Young children are trained to become Jedi for a reason. They are young and not accustomed to giving in to the ways of the dark side, nor do they have strong attachments. Adult training is very, very rare. It's been a few hundred years since the last time an adult was trained at the temple. If I teach you how to use the Force, it can open you up to the possible influence of the dark side."
Leia took in his words solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation even though disappointment flickered in her eyes. "I understand," she said quietly, accepting the reality.
As they made their way back, Anakin spotted some edible berries he recognized. He ignited his lightsaber and skillfully cut off some branches with bundles of berries for them to take with them, a small act that alleviated the heaviness of their conversation.
hours passed in the shelter, the silence occasionally broken by the rustle of pages as Anakin delved into his book. Leia lay on her cot, her mind drifting through the fog of forgotten memories. She stared at the ceiling, hoping to find some semblance of the past within its blank expanse. Faint memories of Han Solo, the man she loved, flickered in her mind like distant stars in a cloudy night sky. The more she tried to grasp them, the more they eluded her, slipping through her fingers like sand.
Leia sighed, feeling the weight of boredom settle upon her. Her mind, a battlefield of unanswered questions and vague memories offered no solace. The relentless pursuit of understanding why the Sith was so fixated on her, why he claimed to be her father, threatened to consume her thoughts. Yet, she knew dwelling on it would only lead to more fear building up in her heart.
Meanwhile, Anakin, engrossed in his book, was oblivious to Leia's internal struggle. He reached the end of the chapter and closed the book.
With the book in hand, he carefully placed it back on the shelf, its rightful place among the other tomes. Yet, as he slid it onto the shelf, his keen Jedi senses detected something unusual hidden against the wall behind the books. A curiosity stirred within him, and he reached out, his fingers probing the hidden recess.
Anakin's hand emerged, clutching a dusty, forgotten relic—a board game. His eyes widened with intrigue as he pulled it out from its hiding place, revealing its ornate design and how well-preserved it was.
"Leia, look what I just found behind the books," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with excitement.
Leia, who had been lost in her own thoughts, turned her attention to the discovery. Her eyes widened in recognition as she beheld the ancient board game, a cherished pastime enjoyed by generations and even in her time.
A genuine smile graced her lips as she met Anakin's gaze. "Want to play a few rounds?" she replied eagerly, her enthusiasm matching his own.
Their shared excitement set the stage for an evening of friendly competition and laughter. As they settled around the table, the board game between them, they found peace and joy in the simple pleasure of playing together. Hours slipped away, and with each roll of the dice and strategic move, their bond deepened.
As night descended, and after savoring the last morsels of their roasted hog and the berries Anakin had found, Leia and Anakin succumbed to sleep in their cots. Their eyes, heavy with exhaustion from the day's perilous encounter with that flying creature.
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The princess found herself transported back to the cave where she had been with the Sith.
She lay there on the ground, unable to move or speak, a silent witness to the horrifying scene unfolding before her. The glow of the fire in the cave cast eerie shadows that danced on the walls, creating a nightmarish backdrop to her helplessness.
The shadow man, his dark presence imposing and menacing, stood beside the flickering firelight. His heavy mechanical breathing filled the cavern, a haunting soundtrack to the impending horror. Slowly, deliberately, he approached Leia, his black cape billowing like a shroud of death.
Leia's heart pounded in her chest, but she was powerless to escape or even cry out. Her voice had abandoned her, leaving her with nothing but silent dread.
The Sith got down on one knee beside her and raised a gloved hand before thrusting it into Leia's chest. She felt a searing pain, a deep sensation as though her very essence was being torn asunder. Panic coursed through her, and she desperately wanted to scream, but her voice remained trapped.
As the wretch withdrew his hand, Leia expected to see her own heart clutched in his bloodied grasp. Instead, she gazed upon something far more intimate and terrifying—a radiant white orb, pulsating with energy. It was her soul, an intangible core of her being, cradled in the dark lord's hand.
The Sith's laughter echoed through the cave, chilling Leia to her core. His grip around her essence tightened, and she could feel herself wither and fade as her soul was slowly extinguished.
Leia's struggle to escape was futile, and despair filled her. The darkness of the cave grew and closed in around her as she helplessly witnessed her own demise.
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With a gasp, Leia awoke from the nightmare, her heart racing, and her body drenched in cold sweat. She lay in her cot, trembling, as the remnants of the dream slowly dissipated, leaving her in the spooky stillness of the shelter.
It was just a dream. She told herself, attempting to find solace in the rationality of waking life. But her attempts at reassurance were drowned out by the haunting sobs that filled the air.
In the distance, she could hear Anakin crying out in his sleep, his voice laden with desperation and sorrow.
"No! No! Don't leave me, Padme. Stay with me and raise our child together. Think of me. Think of the baby. Please. Don't die! Don't...die!"
The sound of his anguish pierced Leia's heart.
The young woman swiftly connected the dots, realizing that this Padme was a woman Anakin loved deeply, the same "Pad" he had tried to dismiss as nothing.
Leia had sensed earlier, during their conversation about love, that Anakin spoke from personal experience, despite the Jedi code's mandate of celibacy. And now she knew that Anakin and this Padme had a baby together.
He's dreaming of losing her. Leia thought sadly.
Leia was unsure of what to do. Were you supposed to wake someone up who was having such strong nightmares or not?
Anakin woke up gasping, sitting up covered in sweat and tears. Leia steadied her breath, pretending to sleep.
In the darkness, Anakin managed to discern his surroundings thanks to the fading embers of the fire he had made earlier. He realized that the horrifying vision he had just experienced, watching Padme dying in front of him, had been only a dream.
A dream that was hauntingly similar to the one he had had of his mother before she died.
Anakin ran his prosthetic hand through his hair, his breathing ragged. Softly, he murmured a desperate prayer to the Force for Padme to live, for the baby to be kept safe, and for a safe childbirth for Padme.
"I cannot live without them," he whispered, his voice heavy with anguish.
The love and concern emanating from Anakin for the woman he loved and their unborn child were palpable, even to Leia, who lay still pretending to sleep. It was a powerful and overwhelming aura that seemed to wash over her, tugging at her own emotions.
As she lay there in the quiet of the shelter, Leia couldn't help but wonder if this intense connection was a manifestation of the Force itself. In that moment, Leia's heart swelled with compassion for Anakin.
With their thoughts entangled in the weight of their dreams, Leia and Anakin silently stared off into the darkness of the shelter. The echoes of their nightmares slowly dissipated, leaving behind a heavy silence.
As the night wore on, fatigue eventually claimed them both, pulling them into a dreamless sleep where the troubles of the day and the haunting visions of the night were temporarily forgotten.
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As days turned into nights, Leia experienced a recurring routine – being awakened by Anakin's nightly nightmares. Each time, she lay still, pretending to be asleep, not wanting to intrude on his private torment. His anguished gasps and cries for Padme and their unborn child haunted her, yet she remained silent, keeping her knowledge of his dreams to herself.
During their waking hours, Leia found herself drawn closer to Anakin in a way she hadn't anticipated. Their connection went beyond mere friendship, but she couldn't quite define it. It felt familial, yet Anakin didn't quite fit the role of a brother in her heart. The bond they shared was unique and unclassifiable.
Anakin, too, found himself forming a deep attachment to Leia. His feelings mirrored hers, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with her. Their similar personalities and shared experiences brought them together, and Leia had already proven herself to be a reliable companion who had saved his life.
A week had passed on the planet that both of them now believed, with little doubt, was the planet from the Jedi legends. In this time, they had formed a formidable team
Together, they had ventured into the dense forests, fishing at the nearby streams, and using Anakin's Jedi survival knowledge to identify edible plants and herbs. Anakin's resourcefulness had proved invaluable as he fashioned tools from the materials they found in the wilderness. He had even crafted clay pots to collect water from the streams and cook their meals over the fire.
The days were filled with shared tasks, their bond growing stronger as they relied on each other for companionship and support. Leia's determination and quick thinking complemented Anakin's skills.
Anakin carefully turned the weathered pages of the ancient Jedi tome he was almost finished with. His eyes scanned the intricate symbols and illustrations, trying to decipher the knowledge held within. As he turned a page, a delicate old cloth slipped out from between the pages, landing softly on his lap. Intrigued, he picked it up, studying the fabric with a furrowed brow.
The material was unlike anything he had ever seen, smooth and finely woven, yet strangely resilient. Adorned with fading symbols that seemed to shimmer with a residual energy, it hinted at an ancient origin. Anakin's curiosity was piqued, and he unfolded the cloth gently, revealing an intricate map etched onto its surface. Its words written on it were entirely foreign to him.
Anakin stared at the map, his mind racing with possibilities. The symbols, though unknown, seemed to suggest a location on the planet. Anakin knew he had stumbled upon something significant.
Leia, who had been sorting through their collected herbs nearby, looked up as Anakin examined the cloth. "What do you have there?" she asked, her eyes narrowing with interest.
"It's a map," Anakin replied, his voice laced with awe. "But its not written in any language I know."
Leia's gaze shifted from the herbs to the cloth in Anakin's hands. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke, her voice filled with uncertainty. "May I see if I can... understand it?" she asked, her amnesia making her unsure of her abilities.
Anakin nodded, intrigued by the possibility. He handed her the cloth, watching with growing anticipation. Leia examined the symbols and lines, and to her own surprise, she found that she could read them. Her eyes widened in shock and amazement as she began to decipher the map.
"I can read the map!" Leia said, her voice tinged with almost disbelief.
Anakin's excitement mirrored Leia's astonishment.
"It starts from this shelter. It tells of where to go if one needs to train as a Jedi... But it's more than that. A special place of some sorts that is also a shelter too. A place of hiding. It echoes the presence of both past enemies and current ones. A place where old friends and current adversaries might cross paths. And it's a place where the battle between light and darkness lives, pressing upon those who venture there."
Anakin absorbed her words, his expression growing serious. "A place that challenges the very essence of a Jedi," he murmured. "The constant struggle between light and dark, past and present... It's a test of resilience and mastery. We should go there. Together," he suggested, his gaze intense. "Right now, if you don't mind."
Leia gave him a quizzical look, her curiosity piqued.
"Why so soon?" she inquired.
Anakin's expression grew more serious. "I haven't fought in quite some time, and I don't want to get rusty, especially with a Sith trying to track you down," he explained. "It's important that we're prepared.
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What was meant to be a short peck of a kiss, Vader found himself deepening in the moment, savoring the feeling of Padmé's lips against his own.
He didn't know what was going on. His mind was too overwhelmed with all that had happened so quickly, but at that moment he didn't care. Right now, what he cared about was the fact that the wife he had loved and killed was right here in front of him, kissing him, and their kids close by.
Padmé quickly broke the kiss and playfully hit Darth on the chest.
"Ani, not in front of the children! What on earth are you thinking?"
Thinking.
What was he thinking?
What is going on? The Sith wondered to himself as his blue eyes shook slightly, staring at Padmé and then looking at the children.
"This cannot be real," he murmured, his voice barely audible, lost in the tumult of his thoughts.
I'm dreaming. He offered to himself, but that explanation felt wrong the moment he spoke it in his mind.
"This is what you lost, Ani," Padmé said, her voice echoing in his thoughts.
The scene changed again in front of the Sith, his world around him becoming black.
Then, in the next second, he found himself standing in front of Luke.
Luke, his son, who he hadn't seen since their battle. The battle that had ended with the boy choosing potential death over joining him to rule together as father and son, empowered by the dark side.
Luke was dressed in a black Jedi robe like he himself had worn when he was a Jedi.
"What do you say, father? Should we head out like yesterday and do some more training together? Maybe this time I'll win against my old man. I came close yesterday." Luke said with a broad smile. He playfully punched him on the arm and then leaned his shoulder against the wall near the doorway.
Gazing at Luke, Vader saw a glimpse of the man he used to be, a slight reflection of his former self before the imposing suit and the scars. The boy had his eyes, his hair, even the dimple on his chin. He had never imagined his son, his own flesh and blood, looking at him with such warmth and love in his eyes. Not anytime soon, anyway.
And now, the young one was acknowledging him as his father.
The Sith found his heart swelling with a mix of emotions, a warm and fuzzy feeling spreading through him like a comforting embrace. In that moment, he was not just the feared Darth Vader, but also a father, adoring his son. He couldn't help but smile back, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride and love for the boy before him.
The Sith stared, mesmerized, at his smiling boy and his offer to train together, overwhelmed him.
"Not without eating something first this time!" scolded a firm female voice.
The Sith and Jedi both turned their heads to see Leia entering the doorway, her arms crossed and a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
After just seeing Padmé, Darth sucked in a deep breath when he caught sight of his adult daughter. She looked so much like her mother; it was breathtaking to him. Her long brown hair cascaded down in loose curls, her lips painted with a lovely shade of pink, her cheeks brightened with blush, while her eyes were shadowed with a coral that matched her dress.
The sight of the princess, no longer in the context of interrogation and torture but now in the brightness of daylight with the knowledge that she was his and Padmé's daughter, stirred a foreign emotion inside the heart of the Sith. He hadn't felt it before in all his time as a Sith; Cute. He found the child cute.
How could he not, knowing he had the knowledge that her looks were mostly from her mother's? The realization softened his features.
The Sith gazed at her as if spellbound, seeing her look at him without hatred in her eyes for the first time. For the first time, it was the opposite emotion he was seeing.
"Luke, I told you yesterday that Father needs to not skip any meals when you know he has the both of us to train!" Leia said.
Guilt flashed in Luke's eyes.
"You're right. I'm sorry. I forgot," Luke said sheepishly.
Leia sighed, her face becoming warm.
"All is forgiven; just come on into the kitchen, you two, and have the breakfast I just made," she said, grabbing Luke and Vader's hands and guiding them into the kitchen behind her.
The Sith was stunned as he found himself being led along with his son to the kitchen table. Leia guided Luke to his chair and then pulled out a seat for him, helping him sit.
Leia then served the plates and drinks the droids by the table were holding. First to him, then to Luke.
Luke thanked her before digging into his breakfast, making Leia smile.
Then Leia said, "I almost forgot." She gave Luke a hug as he was eating and then wished him a good morning.
Then she moved over to Vader and hugged him, wishing him a good morning before placing a tender kiss on his suitless temple. The simple gesture filled his heart with a deep sense of warmth and made it skip a beat, something Vader hadn't experienced in a very long time.
In that moment, as he grappled with his emotions, a familiar voice cut through his turmoil. Qui-Gon Jinn's voice, wise and soothing, echoed in his mind.
"This is the life you could have," Qui-Gon's voice murmured. "If you choose to return to the light."
Darth's world transformed again.
Kneeling before Emperor Palpatine, Vader felt the weight of his master's gaze, heavy and disdainful, as the Sith Lord's voice cut through the air like a whip, lashing at Vader's wavering resolve.
"You disappoint me, lord Vader," the Emperor's voice was laced with contempt. "You, considering the path of the weak? The light side is a pitiful delusion, a path of cowardice. To even entertain the notion of turning away from the power of the dark side is a betrayal of everything you are."
Vader's fists clenched at his sides, his teeth gritted in frustration. He could feel the Emperor's scorn seeping into his very core, chipping away at the fragile moment of doubt that had dared to surface.
"The light side offers you nothing but false hope, Vader," Palpatine sneered. "Abandoning your anger, your hatred, your strength — it would be a grave mistake. The Jedi and their feeble ideals have always been beneath you."
As the Emperor's words echoed in his mind, Vader's inner turmoil transformed into a searing anger, directed both at himself for his momentary weakness and at the very idea of the light side. With a determined resolve, he pushed aside the lingering doubts and reaffirmed his commitment to the darkness.
"You are right, my master," Vader's voice trembled with suppressed fury. "I was mistaken. The dark side is my true path. I will not stray. I am yours to command, my Emperor."
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Darth Vader's eyes snapped open, and he discovered himself standing with his back against the rough bark of a tree. The visions he had experienced, the battle between the light and dark side of the Force, played in his mind. It had been a test, he realized, a trial of his allegiance, and he felt a surge of satisfaction and pride in knowing he had chosen the dark side.
He tried to guess how long he had been lying there, lost in the depths of his consciousness, but time seemed elusive, slipping through his fingers like water through a sieve. It felt longer than mere days, more like an eternity compressed into moments.
The distant murmur of voices reached his ears, and amidst the indistinct chatter, he recognized a familiar voice—his daughter's.
Pushing himself off the tree, Vader moved with the swift, fluid grace of a predator. His black cape billowed around him as he hastened toward the voices. His steps were purposeful, his mind focused on the presence of his daughter.
Vader observed from his concealed position behind a rocky formation as Anakin and Leia walked together. His daughter's laughter reached his ears, a sound he had never thought he'd hear. She seemed at ease with the Jedi, making Vader's blood boil with frustration and jealousy.
"I can't believe you almost slipped on that rock back there," Leia teased, her playful bump of her shoulder against him causing Anakin to smile.
"Jedi can lose their balance too, Leia," Anakin responded, slightly embarrassed.
Vader's eyes glinted with a mix of disgust and anger as he overheard the scum talking to Leia about the Jedi.
He speaks to her about the Jedi, does he? Poisoning her young mind with their misguided ideology. Corrupting her with its ways of idiocy and weakness. Vader seethed in his thoughts. The very idea repulsed him.
His gloved hand clenched around the hilt of his lightsaber, the anger toward the Jedi filling him with a burning intensity. He knew what he had to do. He had to rid the galaxy of this Jedi trash, no matter the circumstances. Even if it meant striking down this Jedi in front of his own daughter, he was willing to do it.
Every second that Leia spent in the presence of this Jedi was a second she moved further away from her true destiny, her true purpose.
To rule alongside him and her brother.
In the end, Leia would understand. She would thank him one day for protecting her from the poisonous influence of the Jedi and guiding her toward her rightful path.
"We're nearly there," Leia smiled at Anakin, her excitement palpable as they followed the map's directions.
However, Anakin's Jedi senses suddenly tingled with a foreboding darkness, an intense wave of danger washing over him through the Force. He swiftly turned, his eyes widening in alarm just as the hum of a red lightsaber filled the air. In an instant, Vader materialized behind him, hurling his crimson blade toward the Jedi.
Reacting instinctively, with his hands Anakin pushed back with the Force, sending Leia tumbling back into the grass several feet away, out of harm's reach. Simultaneously, Vader skidded backward, almost stumbling, the power of Anakin's counterattack surprising him.
Anakin's voice sliced through the tension, sharp and urgent. "Leia, run! Get to safety!" He shouted at her, his eyes never leaving the menacing figure of Vader. In a swift, practiced motion, he reached for his lightsaber, igniting its vibrant blue blade, ready to defend himself and the lady he had come to care for deeply.
Even obscured behind the mask, Anakin sensed the intense, yellow-eyed glare of the Sith Lord fixed upon him.
Yet Anakin didn't know it was a gaze filled with hatred of familiarity, a recognition of the Jedi standing before him.
Lord Vader knew now that this was not a mere jedi survivor hiding out on some remote planet standing before him. No, this was more profound. He was staring into the eyes of the man he had once been, the Jedi Knight he had been before his birth to the dark side.
There was something about this planet, something that amplified the Force, making it pulse and thrum with power. It allowed him to experience the visions he had endured, the trials he had faced. And now, it allowed him to confront the man he had once been – Anakin Skywalker, the Jedi he had once killed.
This was who was feeding his daughter such horrible lies?
No more! Thought Vader in rage.
In a whirlwind of motion, Vader surged forward, his red lightsaber slashing through the air viscously after Anakin which the warrior dodged.
Anakin launched a powerful overhead strike, which Vader countered with a swift horizontal block. The impact sent sparks flying, illuminating their faces. Anakin followed with a flurry of rapid strikes, each met by Vader's calculated defenses.
Vader retaliated with a forceful kick, sending Anakin sprawling backward. The Sith Lord capitalized on the moment and lunged with a thrust, but Anakin managed to twist away, narrowly avoiding the crimson blade.
Anakin regained his footing and performed a daring front flip, coming down with a heavy strike that Vader barely managed to deflect in time. The two combatants engaged in a whirlwind of spins and acrobatics, their lightsabers blurring as they exchanged blows.
Leia watched, her heart in her throat, as the battle unfolded before her. She knew Anakin was a skilled Jedi, but the overwhelming power of this sith was a daunting adversary.
As she stood watching Leia's mind screamed at her to run, to heed Anakin's earlier warning, but an overwhelming mix of concern for the Jedi and a burning curiosity about the Sith's relentless pursuit kept her rooted to the spot. As the fight continued, the sight of Anakin risking his life for her ignited a fierce anger within Leia.
She couldn't fathom why this Sith, this dark and menacing figure, was so fixated on her.
The fear that once held her captive was now overshadowed by a seething rage.
"Why are you doing this?" Leia's angered voice cut through the clash of lightsabers at the Sith as she neared the duel. "What do you want from me? Why can't you just leave us alone?"
Her words hung in the air, piercing the tension between the combatants.
Anakin and Vader froze their deadly dance, both turned their gaze toward her, their eyes reflecting different shades of intensity.
Anakin's eyes held concern, urging her to stay back, while Vader's gaze, hidden behind his mask, burned with a purpose.
The forest was silent; the only sounds were the crackle of leaves beneath their feet, the hum of the lightsabers, and Vader's breathing.
Leia's heart pounded in her chest, her fists clenched at her sides, waiting for the Sith's response, knowing that the answer could change the course of her destiny.
"Because I want you to be with me. Come with me, Leia," Vader pleaded, his voice laced with a strange mixture of desperation and longing.
Leia's eyes glared, her voice unwavering as she retorted, "Why would I go with a Sith? Do you think I'm a moron?"
"No! Because I am your father! Daughter, listen," Vader implored. "Come with me. I have so many things to say... to explain."
Leia's jaw tightened, and she exchanged a swift, disbelieving glance with Anakin.
"She's not your daughter!" Anakin cried out in righteous anger, unable to stand the Sith's lies any longer.
Vader's face under his mask contorted with rage, and he seethed at Anakin's accusation.
No! She's not yours, Skywalker! He thought vehemently, too mad to speak. His anger boiled beneath the surface of his mask.
With a furious roar, Vader lunged at Anakin, his lightsaber swinging with deadly precision. As the blades clashed and sparks flew, Vader's voice cut through the air, filled with scorn and malice.
"You always were weak, Jedi! A protector who couldn't shield what mattered most. How disappointing."
Anakin, baffled by Vader's words, retorted with a mix of confusion and sarcasm, "Do I know you? Or are you just another Sith with a flair for melodrama? If you're trying to intimidate me, you might want to work on your delivery."
Vader's response was a cold, disdainful chuckle. "Oh, you don't know me, weakling. But you will, in time. The Force has a way of revealing truths, even those buried deep within."
Anakin's brows furrowed in confusion.
The clash of lightsabers sounded through the forest like thunder.
Anakin's movements were swift and precise, his blue blade meeting Vader's crimson one fiercely.
In a moment of sheer agility, Anakin managed to outmaneuver Vader, delivering a powerful kick that sent the dark lord spiraling off the edge of the nearby cliff. Vader tumbled down, disappearing from sight, leaving behind a lingering sense of darkness.
Anakin walked over and peered down the cliff's edge, his expression a mix of conflicting emotions.
He could feel Vader's presence below, weakened and disoriented, yet undeniably alive.
Leia joined the jedi at the edge, her eyes filled with concern and fear as she saw the sith down below moving slightly.
"Come on," she urged Anakin, taking his hand, her voice steady. "Let's go before he gets back up here. We can find hide in that training place until you sense he's gone. The map says it's not that far."
Anakin hesitated, his gaze lingering on the Sith below. The temptation to finish what he had started tugged at him, but the Force whispered a cautionary tale, urging otherwise. With a determined nod, he tore his eyes away from the bottom of the cliff, squeezing Leia's hand in acknowledgment.
Anakin turned off his lightsaber.
Together, the two turned away from the precipice, leaving Vader's fearful presence down below behind as they hurried toward the shelter with Leia leading the way.
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Author's note:
Hope y'all aren't minding the frequent updates.
I did want to post a 10k chapter but I know not everyone is a fan of them.
(I'm one of those crazies who loves them.)
What about you?
I might do one in the future.
