Yo yo, first story. Lets see how this goes. This is just something that I thought of and wanna just lay my thoughts out. In this story, Padme is force sensitive, and she and Anakin share a bond. I would appreciate any feedback any of you give me. Just make sure its criticism and not hate. Ain't nobody tryna hear none of that. Appreciate it y'all!

Prologue: The Fall of a Hero

The air crackled with energy as blue and purple lightsabers clashed against the fiery storm of Sith lightning. Anakin Skywalker stood at the center of the chaos, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his mind spiraling between duty and desperation. Every fiber of his being screamed to act, yet his heart remained heavy with a single question that could not be answered: What would save Padmé?

Across from him, Mace Windu fought with calm precision, his violet blade deflecting the relentless torrent of energy that Palpatine hurled toward him. The Sith Lord's face twisted into a grotesque mask of rage and triumph, his voice a rasping hiss as he poured more power into his attack. The sound of the lightning was deafening, a crackling, sizzling noise that felt like it was burning through Anakin's very soul.

"You must choose, Anakin! The Jedi or the Sith!" Windu shouted over the storm, his voice barely audible over the clash of Force energy.

The Jedi or the Sith, Anakin thought, his grip tightening around his lightsaber. His fingers tingled with power, but the weight of the decision crushed his chest. The image of Padmé flashed before him—her lifeless eyes, her pale, still form in his arms. I cannot let that happen. I can't lose her.

His mind raced, torn between his loyalty to the Jedi and the promise of power Palpatine offered him. His gaze flicked to the Sith Lord. Palpatine had lied to him, yes, but could it be true? The Sith, the Dark Side—it felt like the key to saving Padmé, but the Jedi were his family. They had trusted him... right?

The vision of Padmé's death haunted him relentlessly, clawing at his sanity. He had seen it, the terrible, inevitable future. I will lose her, just like I lost my mother. His breath caught as he remembered his nightmares, the desperate cries of his wife echoing in his ears, mingling with the sound of the Sith Lord's mocking laughter. What if it's too late to save her? What if—what if the Jedi are right?

Windu's blade parried Palpatine's lightning with strength, but Anakin's heart pounded faster. He had been a Jedi, once, the most promising of them all. But now? The Jedi were too rigid, too unwilling to understand him. Too afraid to act when the galaxy was falling apart. The Sith, on the other hand, offered him a path—a chance to control his destiny. A chance to save Padmé. Could he trust Palpatine? Could he trust the Dark Side?

The Jedi had always preached detachment, emotional distance. But Anakin had never been able to follow their cold doctrine. Padmé is everything to me. Without her... I am nothing.

The voice of the Sith rang in his ears, promising him the power to save the one you love.

Save her, Anakin thought again, his hands shaking, his mind in turmoil. Can I do it? Can I trust him?

The vision of Padmé flashed before his eyes once more, her face etched in pain and fear. Her breath shallow, her body breaking under the weight of childbirth, her final words of love slipping from her lips like a fading whisper. I can't lose her. I can't. I will not.

But at what cost? What would she think? Would she be able to live with the monster I would become?

And then, in a single heartbeat, Anakin made his choice.

With a roar of desperation, he turned against Palpatine, his lightsaber flashing with the intensity of a dying star. He swung with all his might, aiming to cut down the Sith Lord once and for all. The blade met Palpatine's in a violent crash of energy, the force of the blow sending a shockwave through the room. Anakin's muscles screamed as he pressed forward, each strike fueled by the fear that if he hesitated for even a moment, he would lose everything.

But Palpatine was ready. With a twisted grin, the Sith Master twisted his body, igniting a second crimson blade in the blink of an eye. He moved like a storm, flowing around Anakin's attacks with a speed and grace that defied the laws of nature. Anakin's blade slashed through the air, but each movement was countered by the flick of Palpatine's wrist, the whirling red blades carving through the storm of blue and violet.

How can he be so fast? Anakin thought in a moment of shock. This is... this is impossible.

Palpatine's laughter rang through the chamber as he effortlessly parried Anakin's strikes, his glowing yellow eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "You are nothing," Palpatine sneered, his voice like a venomous hiss. "You have no true power. You are nothing but a pawn in the game of the Sith."

Anakin's fury surged, but it was all-consuming. His movements became more reckless, more desperate. He had to defeat Palpatine. He had to. For Padmé. For everything.

But Palpatine's attack was relentless. With a flick of his hand, the Sith Lord conjured a blast of lightning so powerful it sent Anakin crashing to the ground. His body convulsed as the energy ripped through him, blue arcs of raw, unbridled power crackling over his skin. The pain was unbearable, blinding. His limbs shook violently as his breath hitched in agony, but even as the darkness threatened to swallow him whole, the vision of Padmé remained.

She would die if he failed. I cannot fail her. Not again. Not like I failed my mother.

With a scream of fury, Anakin struggled to his knees. His mind whirled, torn between the need to protect Padmé and the desperation of the battle in front of him. Every instinct screamed for him to push forward, to end it—to strike down Palpatine and seize control of his fate. But Palpatine's power was overwhelming. His strikes were faster, stronger, more precise. Though incredibly skilled and capable, the conflict inside him held him back and made Anakin no match for the years of mastery the Sith Lord had honed.

With a final, devastating blast of Sith lightning, Anakin collapsed to the floor, smoke rising from his scorched robes. His screams echoed through the chamber as darkness consumed him.

Palpatine stood over his broken form, his yellow eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "So much potential," he mused, tracing a clawed finger along Anakin's cheek. "A pity you chose the losing side. But no matter. The Sith do not waste valuable assets."

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned the waiting Imperial guards. "Prepare the carbonite chamber. He will serve me... in time."

As Anakin's unconscious body was carried away, Palpatine turned to the shadows. A figure stepped forward—a perfect replica of Anakin Skywalker, but with eyes as cold and empty as the void of space.

The clone bowed before his master. "What is your will, my lord?"

A cruel smile twisted Palpatine's lips. "You are no longer Anakin Skywalker. From this moment forward, you are Darth Vader. And the galaxy will fear your name."

The clone rose, his gaze devoid of emotion. "As you command, my master."