Grand Chancellor Palpatine had pulled the strings of the war and chaos. He had gotten more Jedi killed in three years than others had in a century.

And that was before he executed his greatest plan, purging the Jedi with the Republic's very own army.

Yoda had remembered the horror he had felt, when he found the Chancellors true purpose. He had gradually become friends with the "servant leader", seeing that their interest's in peace aligned.

If nothing else, he'd thought that he was only a politician, harmless outside the senate, courts and Chancellorship.

But he'd been wrong, he had been deceived by the one who he now knew was his final opponent.

But he'd been right, in that Anakin Skywalker had been a great Jedi, and a great protector…but he was never the chosen one.

Sure enough, Anakin had fallen into darkness. Yoda discovered that at the same time he discovered Sidious. To believe he was the chosen one was folly. Yoda had made one wise choice.

It had to be Yoda, he was the only Jedi left, besides Obi Wan Kenobi.

As Yoda finished his meal, he remembered how wrong the decision was.

When he faced Sidious, it took one attack from the Sith Lord to show Yoda, that he had little chance of ever defeating him. The ensuing battle had seen Sidious struggle, but ultimately, he'd always had the upper hand, he was always in control.

It was over, his hope was over…he wasn't the chosen one.

Perhaps the Force had manipulated him after all. Perhaps there was no Jedi that could bring balance to the force.

The prophecy may well have been misread, balancing the force may very well be the role of the Sith, the destiny of Darth Sidious, or Darth Vader.

Perhaps that was destiny.

Yoda laid in bed, and closed his eyes.