Choose Your Words || A Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Story

Chapter 26: Pray To Him

He didn’t even have to say no. He only looked down, his head turned to the side, just slightly, and Anakin instantly knew.

Do not fight them, Anakin. No more killing in my name.

Obey your Jedi, little Sith, Anakin’s mind immediately ordered him, even though his body was already taut like a string and ready to attack – to fight both Yoda and Windu to protect his Master, who was standing beside him, serene as ever and making no move to reach for his lightsaber. And no matter how reluctantly, Anakin bowed to him and lowered his own blade. “As you wish, Master.”

And that is why he is in the Temple’s holding cell right now and not standing in a pool of the Councilors’ blood.

What were they even thinking, trying to attack a Sith on Korriban, where Darkness is in the very air? They would have never won. Not if his Master had let Anakin fight to protect him.

But he ordered him not to , made him spare their pathetic lives, knowing full well Anakin could not disobey.

But why? Why?

Anakin has no answer. Not yet, anyway.

They are holding them in different cells. Pff , as if it could possibly keep Anakin Skywalker away from Obi-Wan Kenobi.

At first, it’s difficult to connect with the Force, with all the dampeners placed around his cell, but neither walls nor iron bars can stop his prayer.

The Force is everywhere. It’s in the very fabric of reality. It can’t be banished. Not even the Jedi technology can do that. Best they can manage is to disrupt one’s access to it. And that’s what they are trying to do to him now.

It feels as though his soul is wandering in the oily blackness, craving his Master’s Light but unable to find it. It’s cold and empty all around him, but under that carefully constructed illusion, Anakin can still feel the Force, hot and pulsating and alive under his fingertips. And that’s where his Master is awaiting him.

Perhaps, there is some particular thing, something special he has to say for his words to break through the barrier and reach his Master’s mind through the Force? Like a spell. Like a password . After all, his Master has always taught him that words are important. Powerful.

And so, Anakin has no other choice but to rack his brain over the blasted word like that enchanted boy from the old fairytale who was tasked by the Hoth Queen of Winters with spelling words using pieces of ice. The only difference is, that the sweet, dear word he is looking for is not eternity at all. It’s something else. It’s almost on the tip of his tongue. Almost there. Almost…

But Anakin just can’t think of it. He can’t. He can’t …

He cries. He sits on the floor and cries. For hours. Broken and inconsolable like a child. Until his Darkness finally takes pity on him and whispers into his ear, its voice lilting in a suspiciously familiar manner:

Ah, Anakin. You stupid boy. Stop seeking new words for a prayer to someone who has always been there, inside your very soul...

And Anakin stops – stills entirely, his hot tears falling onto the cold floor of his cell with a deafening, reverberating sound.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Anakin takes a shaky breath, and instead of the usual Jedi mantra, a better, truer version falls off his lips.

“I am one with my Master. He is with me. I am one with my Master. He is with me,” he chants and begs, “Force, give me a sign that he can hear me.”