Accismus⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• Anakin Skywalker⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•

87.

Sol woke up tired and aching. She had moved from the table in the workshop of the Lars farm to a cot in a dark room. Thankful for the lack of windows, Sol was able to enjoy the coolness of the room that sat under the sand with the rest of the complex . There was no need for a blanket, but there was one draped over her lower half anyway. The pillow underneath her head was thin, but it hadn't affected her sleep in the slightest. It was the most comfortable sleep Sol had been blessed with since arriving on Tatooine. Not just because of the absence of two babies in her stomach, but because of the dream she had experienced.

Whether it meant something or was just a moment for some happiness, Sol was able to see Anakin's face before he had turned to the dark side. She remembered the day on Yavin when she was sent back to Coruscant on medical leave, but she never found out how Anakin and Obi-wan were able to destroy the separatist base after she had left the planet. Her injuries were treated back in the med bay of the Jedi Temple, and she received word from Master Secura that the two had successfully completed the mission on their own. She had been confused, and when the ex-Master and student returned to the temple, Anakin only gave a compliment to himself as the reasoning for the mission's success.

'I suppose I'm just the Chosen One, bright eyes.'

He displayed that damned smirk. He had worn it like it was made for him with his curling, pink lips and his blue eyes blazing with cockiness. Sol was forced to let it go as her blush was dark enough to be noticed by Obi-wan, who was merely metres away with the report that he would need to put into the Jedi archives. 

After their Knighthood, Sol and Anakin were still yet to act on their known feelings for each other, so the discussion about how he was able to blow up the heavily surrounded separatist base was abandoned.

This meant that Sol never learnt about Anakin's decision to go into the forest with only two clones. She never knew that Anakin single-handedly barreled through the separatist army with nothing but his lightsaber and his destructive rage. He had been so moved at the sight of Sol's delirious state that he blew up the separatist base as an act of revenge, and Sol never knew about it.

Although it warmed Sol to be able to see Anakin's blue eyes in her mind and see that his affections for her had been so deeply rooted that early, it also made Sol realise something. She had seen the way Anakin's signature flared to a deep red when he admitted that he had massacred the Sand People. And it was possible that when he entered Yavin's forest with his lightsaber ignited and the pair of clones behind him, Anakin had tipped that little bit closer to the dark side even then.

But why had Sol dreamt of this past event? Was it Satele's doing? If so, why had the ghost that Sol hadn't seen in months show her this just after giving birth to Anakin's and her children?

Perhaps it was a way for Sol to find some peace after such a stressful ordeal. But despite Sol knowing her tendency to be willingly naïve, she hoped that it was the Force's way of showing her that Anakin had done all that he had for her. Maybe the Force was showing Sol that the person Anakin used to be was still there and that the dark side hadn't completely taken him over. Maybe it had only poisoned him, and that he could be pulled back to the light if he were to defeat the hold the Emperor had over him.

Sol knew she was reaching for the stars by thinking the latter. If she voiced the dream and her thoughts about it to Obi-wan, she knew that she would receive a pitiful look. Unlike Sol, Obi-wan had come to terms with the fact that Anakin was now Darth Vader; a new Sith that had committed crimes beyond what any Jedi could ever commit. It would be no use telling him about her dreams and what she thought they could mean, so Sol would keep them to herself for a personal comfort.

Pushing aside the inevitable disappointment she was going to feel by leaving her thoughts, Sol sat up in the cot and swung her legs over its edge. She immediately felt the stickiness underneath her dress and Sol's fingers curled into the thin blanket at the sensation. It was such an uncomfortable residue on her skin that Sol wanted to strip bare and use her linen dress to wipe away the mess. But Sol didn't know where or when she would be able to bathe, so with clenched teeth, Sol stood from the cot with a slow rise.