Anakin Skywalker: The Chosen One

Vaylin....

ALMOST 3600 YEARS AGO

"This isn't over. Even now, my daughter is a threat."

Hearing the spirit of The Immortal Emperor Valkorion, Vaylin smirked, her eyes burning an even more furious fire color with The Dark Power she dominated. 

"Oh Father, you know me so well." She whispered with a smirk.

Calling on all The Dark Power that lay in her being, she unleashed The Force in a malevolent storm of purple energy outward from her body, caring about the consequences as the same insane disregard she usually did. 

The ground began to shake, the planet rocked and the building was wracked by irreparable fractures and cracks that spread like wildfire from her feet and up the walls. She focused on nothing but pure, unhindered destruction. She had come too far to fall to her father's puppet.

Gazing skyward, she screamed, both at the Outlander and her mother and brother. 

"THE ETERNAL THRONE IS MINE!" She roared angrily. 

The Outlander fought their way through the dark storm, managing a reply over the turbulence she had created in the room that she was the pinnacle of. 

"This isn't about The Throne. It's about stopping you."

Before she knew what was happening, a burning agony ripped through her lower torso, beneath her bosom. A blazing lightsaber had been driven through her chest, exiting her back with next to no resistance. 

Her power exploded outward in forceful blast, hurling The Outlander away the instant after they extinguished their saber. Then The Force deserted her, taking away her unchained strength.

Shaking, her hands pressed against the hole through her torso as she swayed on her feet, disbelief at her own fast approaching death painted on her face as she gazed at the mortal wound. 

She fell, only for her hated mother's arms to wrap around her, cradling her close as tears ran down the older woman's face.

"I'm so sorry Vaylin." She whispered tears in her eyes. 

Was she really? Or were these just soft words to try to worm her way back into her heart? In all honesty, Vaylin didn't know. She just wanted the pain to stop. She was in pain but for some reason this was different. Where was the hot, all-devouring fire of The Force? Why had it deserted her?

"You abandoned me!" She said coughing on blood. Her heartbeat began to beat slightly.

"I never meant to abandon you. Hurt you." Senya said sadly. 

Arcann knelt next to them, only the unconditional love and kindness she'd known when they children in his tortured, repentant cerulean eyes. Then she'd been locked away on Nathema, and forgotten it. Until now. 

"Vaylin, Father can't touch you any longer. You can be free. Just let your pain go. Forgive yourself."

"You say that as if it were easy." She coughed, bloody breaths wracking her body, and Senya shifted her closer.

Breath came slower, and more agonisingly. Her blood flow was reducing in rate.

Her brother pulled back her hood, unveiling her once blonde, now brown hair. Then she felt his touch, warm and full, his right hand caressed her cheek. She couldn't remember the last time he'd touched her, skin to skin.

"It's the hardest thing in this life."

Here he was, her brother Arcann, humbled and remorseful, and all because of their mother and whatever she did to change him.