The Force was in heartbreak when it saw the grandson of its child, trade lives to save the woman he loved. While it appreciated how she wanted to carry the name of Skywalker so the name could live on, it still hurt knowing that the bloodline of a family that could've been more than just a beacon of hope...was dead.
The Chosen One- the Force's child- did bring balance to the Force, only for it to be disturbed again. All because Palpatine planned ahead incase Darth Vader were to betray him, meaning he had time to prepare while having his powerful lapdog at his side. The Force itself had hoped that the Jedi would have sensed the struggles in young Anakin and help him, only for them to cause more issues/distrust towards themselves.
Certain people were able to get to The Hero With No Fear that could've helped him, but missed the opportunity to do so. Such as Qui-Gon (died), Mother (died), Obi-Wan (not ready for an apprentice/not open with his emotions), Ahsoka (had left him at the wrong time), Yoda (given him the wrong advice he needed), the Jedi (judged his emotions, thinking and mistrusted him from the very beginning), and lastly- Padmé (had not REALLY talked about his problems with him, not being open with her work to show her complete trust in him and didn't pay attention to his dreams like she did for his mother).
Everyone had failed him. The only time someone got to him- slightly- had been Ahsoka when she saw him again on Malachor and Padmé on Mustafar, sadly it wasn't enough. One person who was successful to do it, had been Luke. Love wasn't just his greatest weakness yet his greatest strength in the end- giving his life just to save his beloved and faithful son. Even after ordering the death of Luke's only family- only known to him at the time-, killing Obi-Wan, the vicious cut off of his hand, the hurtful truth of his heritage, carboniting his friend and his son still- believed with every fiber of his being- that his father could change.
Six people could have helped him. Then only one out of six individuals succeeded on turning him back to the Light Side of the Force.
The Force normally never intervene on the living or dead but made an exception for this time. Deciding to take matters into their own hands, wanting their "child" to have the life he wanted and knew how to do it. Had made a decision on who should be the one to get sent back, hoping that they will be able to succeed.
Only one person, one chance, one shot to rewrite the galaxy.
"I won't leave you.."
These were the last words Anakin Skywalker- formerly known as Darth Vader- heard from his son before he succumbed to darkness. The blissful kind of darkness, where he will no longer feel pain again. The only regret he had was that he was leaving his child- children- behind and that he missed their whole childhood.
Next thing Anakin knew, he was in a forest and was beginning to appear next to Obi-Wan - his brother- and Master Yoda. He looks forward to see Luke's face, he looks at him with his signature smile and a wink. Feeling so proud of the man his son became, wished Padmé could see this. His non-solid chest panged in agony at the thought of her- but his thoughts are interrupted by seeing the Princess of Alderaan coming to Luke's side. Suddenly able to see or feel the woman's powerful Force-sensitivity, the realization hit him harder than Palpatine's lightning did- THIS is Luke's sister! SHE is his daughter!
'I tortured my own daughter. I made her watch the planet she was raised in blow up. I can only hope that in time she will be willing to forgive me...', the Chosen One thought to himself as he watches Leia take Luke away after catching a glance at him. Soon after that, the two Jedi and former Sith Lord, disappear back into the Force- believing that their guidence will no longer be needed for now.
They were wrong. The Force had just witnessed the Fall of Ben Solo- the last descendant of Anakin Skywalker, making the full Force take action. The former Jedi/Sith Lord was suddenly pulled from the place he found bliss in, trying to hold onto the blissfulness as he's dragged into the cold darkness.
Anakin felt dizzy, numb, delusional, and overwhelmed. Dizzy from the sudden pull from the Force that brought him here- wherever it was- in the first place. Numb because he noticed in certain places on his body that they felt like his limbs have been asleep for decades. Delusional because as soon as he opens his eyes- all he saw was red- just like he always did in his suit. Overwhelmed because he sensed more than ten thousand Force-Sensitives, all at once, from Jedi to Sith.
On instinct, the Former Sith Lord pulled his Force-Signature into himself to disappear from the overwhelming presences before any could pin-point his location. It was- at that moment- he realized he wasn't dead, he was ALIVE. The uncomfortableness of his old suit and the pain of it, it proved his realization even with how absurd as this situation was. Starting to feel claustrophobic with his helmet on, he immediately panics then takes off the helmet before tossing it to the side of him. Sitting up as he blinks away the brightness while taking large gulps of fresh air, only to tense up by how he is able to breathe properly like he could before-...before Mustafar.
Looking around to find any water and sees a lake in a short distance, 40-50 yards away from him. Needing to know what he looks like now, grabs his helmet then stands up as carefully as he could and starts heading towards the lake. It took less time than he thought to reach the lake as he collapses to his knees and finally sees his reflection. His hair was 1 inches long from his scalp, his eyes were back to ocean blue like all those years ago before he had turned to the Dark side, his face wasn't that of an old man but of his youthful self- the face of Anakin Skywalker. By the looks of it in his mind, he was- once again- 19 years old. The proof that he was 19 is that he bore a scar over his right eye- that and he had a prosthetic for his right forearm.
'Why? Why am I here? Of all people the Force could've chosen, why me?', he thought to himself. He wore the suit of Darth Vader yet he had the face of Anakin Skywalker again. 'I don't even know what to identify myself as anymore. I'm not a Jedi nor a Sith. Just like I'm not Anakin Skywalker nor am I Darth Vader. Who am I?' The boy with the mind of an old man started to weep as he recalls everything he had done. What he had done to his son, his daughter, to Obi-Wan, to Snips, and-...to his Angel. 'Padmé...I'm so sorry for everything. I wish I had just listened to you and left with you.', the Chosen One thought to himself as he remembers his final action to his beautiful Angel before he lost her forever.
As he cries into his hands, he suddenly senses two presences that are coming his way yet he doesn't care enough to move nor does he think he could after learning only how to walk with prosthetic legs for 23 years. Soon enough, the former Jedi/Sith Lord hears two sets of footsteps coming towards when the two presences gasp at the sight of him- preferably two young girls by the sound of it- but doesn't acknowledge them. It is then he realizes something- coming from one of them, is the Force-signature of someone he knew. Someone he knew of all too well. Looking up to see if the Force wasn't deceiving him, only to see the young face of a Padmé Naberrie Amidala and Sola Naberrie. The Chosen One glances at both stunned teenaged girls before setting his sights on Padmé, his Angel.
He had almost forgotten her beauty and bright light in the Force. Her rich chocolate hair, her fierce brown eyes that could be described as brown flames, her soft features that Luke inherited while Leia had embodyed her mother's looks, the soft lips that he could barely recall they last touched his. His heart started to beat so fast that he could hear it, starts breathing heavily as memories flash over his eyes. Memories filled with happiness and agony.
"You love me?"
"I truly, deeply love you."
"Something wonderful has happened. Ani, I'm pregnant."
"This is a happy moment. The happiest moment of my life."
"I feel lost."
"Lost?"
"I won't die in childbirth, okay? I promise you."
"No, I promise you."
"Anakin, I'm afraid."
"Have faith, My Love."
"Anakin, you're breaking my heart. You are going down a path that I can't follow."
"Stop now! Come back! I love you."
"LIAR!"
"You're with him! You brought him here to kill me!"
"AnAKin...pLeasE.."
"Where is Padmé? Is she safe? Is she alright?"
"I-...I couldn't have. She was alive! I felt it!"
"NOOOOOO!!!~"
"Sir, are you alright? Is there anything we can do to help?" The young woman- Padmé- asks in concern. Her sister- Sola- looks at her as if she were crazy, considering the man or young adult had this air of danger around him. Before she could try to stop Padmé and possibly drag her away from this man- his breathing comes more rapidly with tears falling down his face. "S-stay away f-from me. I don't want t-t-to hurt you..," he says to them- his words traced with grief and misery, "I c-can't control myself y-yet." Padmé and Sola look at each other in confusion (and worry for the former) then looks back at the stranger. Padmé hesitantly steps forward and asks, "What do you mean you don't want to hurt me- or us?" "I've-..I've already hurt too many people. I don't want to do it anymore- I don't want to do my Master's bidding anymore.!" The former Sith Lord exclaims as he hiccups as his vision starts to get blurry because of him not breathing properly. He hears Padmé and Sola's voices through his ringing ears, right before he falls forward he whispers, "Help me Angel." "Sir!" Both girls shout just as the stranger falls forward, causing Padmé to react on instinct to catch his upper body- making his unconcious form lean on her.
Padmé is beyond worried for this young adult, who looks no older than her by four or five years yet talked like a man that had serious PTSD from a war. His suit didn't help that thought whatsoever. Immediately takes action by saying, "Sola I want you to head to the Medical Center in Theed and get help. I'll stay here just in case he wakes up." "What?! Absolutely not! I will not leave you here with a complete madman and why do we have to help him? It's quite clear what his profession was from what he said!" Sola automatically shuts down her sister's request. "If you didn't hear him say that he didn't want to do his Master's bidding then you clearly weren't listening. Maybe he was forced to, or being manipulated by whomever this Master of his is. However, until we know more about this- he needs help. I will not leave and he wakes up only to think that we abandoned him when he clearly needs us." Padmé argues back with a determined look, making her sister groans since that specific look means she couldn't change her mind. "Fine! I'll go, just be cautious if he awakes." Sola warns Padmé before hurrying back the way they had come, wanting to come back as soon as she can.
Padmé gets on her knees then gently lays the stranger's head on her lap as she looks at him curiously. Her fingers hover over the scar on the young man's right eye, glances at the dried tear stains and frowns sadly. "I may not know who you are but I promise I'll help you in any way I can." Padmé whispers to the unconcious stranger, strangely she feels her heart swell in anticipation and excitement.
Unknowing to both parties, the Force had made sure that their son will have his love- especially for the upcoming challenges in their future.
