Hello,
This is my first fanfiction ever. I spent years reading others' work and I wanted to write my own. Hopefully, someone will read it and like it. I am a native French so if the wording is sometimes weird, well...you know what to blame :)
I got the final push for this story while watching the Ashoka series. It reminds me of why I will never rewatch ROTS again. I do love the star wars universe but the treatment of Anakin's character is probably the reason I am not a die hard fan (aka buying merch left and right to decorate my home:)).
I had always resented the level of misery brought on the guy. Same with Obi wan. It wasn't necessary in my opinion for the morale of the story to shine.
Also, I am more about writing uplifting stories with happy endings. But don't get me wrong, I have no issue having the characters struggle but I want everyone to be ok one way or another at the end.
So, any story of mine will speak about NOT falling to the dark side or at least coming back to the light ASAP, or of full redemption...so full AU around here. That means that doomers and Sith acolytes won't be happy in corner of web. Fair warning :)
In the spirit of full disclosure, you should know that I used ChatGPT to assist me in writing the chapters. Although, I might as well wrote the story on my own. My prompts were usually as long or even longer than most chapters...I also spend a lot of time correcting the plot after the initial suggestions of the AI. Sometimes, I was so unhappy with the suggestions that I rewrote myself some chapters. But, I am still glad of the AI assist in providing a first draft to build on.
I was worried about my legitimacy in writing with AI assistance.
But at the end of the day, if the technology can help me find the confidence to do something I thought I could not do on my own, why not try. It gives me the juice to keep writing even more.
In my head, I plan for this story to have at least one sequel but don't hold me to that. I may change my mind and do it in one go. For now, 40 chapters are outlined with 17 of them already written. I might end up with 50 to 60...
So yeah... I plan on not leaving you hanging.
It happened to me so many times to be hooked on a story just to realise it won't probably be finished. No to shame anyone though because life happens...
DO NOT HESITATE to leave me comments, suggestions and any other nice critics. Cuddos and virtual huggs are more then welcome !
DISCLAIMER BEFORE WE START :
I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS OR ANY RECOGNIZABLE CHARACTER.
IF I DID
1- I WOULDN'T BE HERE
2- HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN AND EWAN MC GREGOR WOULD BE WORKING NON STOP.
3- VADER WOULD BE A MINOR CHARACTER
4 - LUKE AND LEIA WILL BE SEEN IN THEIR PRIME AS JEDI
5- PADME WOULD BE ALIVE...AND SHMI TOO IF I CAN SWING IT.
OBVIOUSLY, BUT I DON'T SO...
NONE OF THE CHARACTERS, EXCEPT FOR THE OCCASIONAL OC'S (ORIGINAL CHARACTER), BELONGS TO ME AND THIS STORY IS ONLY ENTERTAINMENT FOR THOSE LIKE ME TRAUMATIZED BY ROTS.
Prologue: INTERVENTION
In the vast tapestry of the Force, where past, present, and future converged into an infinite expanse, a disturbance rippled through the currents. The Force, an omnipresent entity with no form, no gender, but an unending awareness, sensed a looming threat that could tip the balance of destiny. It reached out across time and space, seeking an agent to intervene, a guardian to untangle the webs of darkness before they could ensnare the galaxy.
Revan, a figure already present within the ethereal embrace of the Force, felt the call—a summons transcending the boundaries of existence. The Force, all-knowing and all-seeing, had sensed the malevolent machinations of Darth Plagueis and had prepared Revan for the task at hand.
He emerged from the luminous sea of the Force into a darkened chamber, its walls adorned with arcane Sith symbols and alchemical instruments. Plagueis, oblivious to the impending intrusion, stood before a pool of swirling, malevolent energy—a manifestation of his sinister will to bend the very fabric of life itself.
Cloaked in his dark robes, Revan's presence sent ripples through the force. Plagueis, sensing an unforeseen disturbance, turned. He narrowed his eyes around him but could see or detect anything.
Nonetheless, he was experienced enough to not dismiss his senses. Plagueis knew someone was there.
He gathered his power and sent a dark wave in the room, hoping to make whoever was there revealed himself or herself.
Revan sensing the attack coming, reacted almost casually.
The ensuing clash was not one of lightsabers and physical prowess, but a clash of titanic wills within the currents of the Force.
Revan, bolstered by the Force's guidance, blocked each attempts of Plagueis to take the upper end and finish his sinister task.
Sensing the unusual power impeding him, Darth Plagueis, a master of Sith arts, sneered, "Who dares to challenge me? Show yourself!"
Revan, standing resolute, spoke not a single word.
He knew his task: stop at all cost Darth Plagueis to use his rare talent in manipulating the very fabric of life, to corrupt the next Chosen one...
What he wasn't here for though: answer Sith lords' questions.
As a response, Revan pushed back Plagueis and started to pour light energy into the dark pool to close it.
The battle within the Force intensified—a struggle for control over the one destiny entwined in the dark ritual.
As Plagueis focused on strengthening his dark nexus over the next chosen one essence, Revan, strained against the tide of the Sith Lord's influence. Time teetered on the precipice of irreversible change.
Understanding the urgency, Revan reached into the Force, extracting a fragment of his essence, and with the blessing of the Force, he infused it into the very essence Plagueis sought to control. In that moment, destiny was altered.
Anakin Skywalker, the next chosen one, essence solidified and released itself from the dark nexus, but not before a speck of darkness followed it.
Anakin Skywalker was still the child of he Force but, unexpectedly he also received a part of Revan's spirit.
Exhausted yet triumphant, Revan still cloaked by the force, faced Plagueis slumped on the floor. The Sith who was now realizing the gravity of his failure, recoiled in horror.
"What have you done ? Show yourself" Plagueis hissed.
Revan figure still unrecognizable, materialized.
"Who are you ?" Dark Plagueis demanded.
"Your question is irrelevant. The chosen one belongs to the force. You will stay away from him or I will destroy you" Revan answered calmy.
"You may have succeeded this time but this is not over. The force will bend to my will in time" Plagueis growled.
"You do realize the Force made you and gave you all your power ?...right" Revan couldn't help but ask with incredulity.
"Yes. So?" Plagueis asked oblivious.
"Right... We are done here" Revan finally said.
With a final exertion of his connection to the Force, the dark nexus' energies waned with Plagueis being was cast out. The cosmic balance began to realign.
In the aftermath, as Plagueis retreated slowly and painfully into the shadows of reality, defeated and consumed by his own malevolence, Revan turned to the Force, seeking guidance. In the timeless expanse, the Force spoke, its voice resonating within Revan's very essence.
"You have woven yourself into the threads of destiny, Revan. Anakin Skywalker is now also your child. Yet, your mission is not complete. Far from it. The galaxy stands at the brink of turmoil. The jedi need guidance because their way as it stands cannot nurture the chosen one for true balance. You will also have to retrieve and protect the chosen one and his mother. Plagueis sent a flicker of his will the ensure the chosen one will at least come into the world in darkness. He cannot locate him yet but he will soon. We will come to you when it is time. Go forth, our guardian, and shape the events that will unfold. Protect the future as you have protected this moment."
Revan nodded, understanding the weight of his duty. With a final glance and a smile at the essence of the future newborn Anakin, he disappeared from that chamber, leaving only echoes in the Force.
And so, the threads of destiny continued to intertwine, setting the stage for the cosmic ballet that would unfold in the galaxy far, far away.