Whirlwind of Chaos

Chapter 34 - The Meaning of Chosen

Author's Note: I do not, in any way, regret the cliffhanger. *evil grin*

Thank you, loldelegate! :)

~ Amina Gila

"What do you want?" Anakin demands, twisting in the chains holding him against the wall. He can't move, and it's grating on him like nothing else can.

The Son laughs, the sound of it cold and dark, and it sends a shiver through him, even as he glares back at him defiantly. "Ah, what do I want," he repeats, as though that's the most interesting question he's ever heard, "We all desire many things, child."

If he's trying to be irritating, it's working. "Why did you bring me here?"

"I have been trapped here for more years than I care to remember," he replies, moving a little closer. Too close, when Anakin is trapped in a position like this. It reminds him of – of memories long suppressed from his childhood before the Temple. "But you will help me."

"Help you?" he repeats. The Son sure has an interesting way of making people want to help him. "Help you how? I don't even know who you are."

"We are embodiments of the Force," he explains. "My father has trapped me here, but with the power of the Chosen One, I can break free."

Anakin blinks. Wait – what? "What are you talking about?" If he's looking for the 'Chosen One' – Anakin still doesn't know what to think of this prophecy – he definitely has the wrong person. Or maybe he got Anakin to lure Ahsoka here?

"You don't realize, do you?" He sounds amused.

"Realize what?"

"What you are." He lifts a hand, and something icy and dark slams against Anakin's mental shields. He gasps sharply, instinctively throwing up a stronger barrier against him, but the mental invasion doesn't stop. He's never felt anyone this powerful before, and the darkness is flooding through every inch of him, struggling to break through. It would help if it didn't hurt so much, and –

He has no idea what the Son is trying to do to him, and nor does he have the mental clarity to begin pondering it, but he starts gathering the Force to himself with everything he has. He's a Jedi. He can do this. He has to. He's not going to let this being of the Dark Side do Force knows what to him.

He hurls the Force wave outwards as hard as he can, opening his eyes when the presence doesn't touch his mind again. The Son is on the other side of the room, but he's already pulling himself back to his feet.

Except Anakin is still chained to the wall, and there's nothing he can do about that. "Unfortunate that my father now requests your presence," the Son hisses, waving a hand and snapping the chains free on him. He stumbles nearly falling but the Son turns into a bird, grabbing by the arms – why will he not stop doing that?! – and lifting him into the air, streaking out the window before Anakin can take the time to comprehend what just happened.

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Anakin might not have a problem with heights, but this is getting ridiculous. He squirms around in the creature's claws, but he knows even if he could pull away, he'd end up falling to his death at this height. They fly towards another towering structure, and as the Son flies down lower, he can see the figures gathered on a platform below. A man who must be the Father is standing across from Ahsoka, who's in the center. A light-colored bird is holding onto Obi-Wan on one end, and the Son flies down, holding Anakin right above the ground opposite them.

"Only the Chosen One can tame both my children," the Father is telling the very angry Togruta.

Wait, what's going on here? He has no idea, but he has a very bad feeling about this.