Now or Never [Anakin Skywalker x Reader]

[ 1 ] Time

[a/n: the pic is what I imagine your saber + clothes to look like (of rey when she had the vision of herself on the dark side ) it expands to become one long stick too

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Three moons hovered over the tropical planet of Naboo. Delicate sounds like the wind whistling through trees, the clashing of waves, the intoxicated shouts from local cantina's [a cantina is like a club or bar].

(Y/n)'s young body had a brief feeling of peace and comfort from her surroundings, but was suddenly pulled back into a new terrain, one that clashed with those previous emotions and now embedded fear and pain into the young girls mind. This new scene looked nothing like what she would've call home.

Naboo was on fire.

Flames engulfed surrounding trees, collapsing themselves onto accommodations, tearing apart the beautiful habitat this planet used to be.

"(Y/n)!" A woman and a man stood outside of a torn apart building, the crimson red hue in clouds of smoke outlined their figures.

"Mommy! Daddy!" The young girl cried, attempting to run towards silhouettes that were slowly being eaten away by ash. The girl's body froze, unable to move. Her eyes widened as she was trapped in motion. Unwillingly, the air fenced around her, slowly turning her around to face three men dressed in darkly coloured cloaks, only the lower half of their faces could be seen due to the crescent shadow their hoods created.

Those men ignited their lightsabers. Two blue, one green. The sickening green glow shone in the darkness, the wielder standing in the middle between the other two men.

The man in the middle of the group forced the poor girl to kneel in front of him only using his hand. One of the other men stepped forward, swinging their blue blade back, ready to decapitate her.

Time. A precious thing.

(Y/n)'s chest heaved quickly as she watched her death unravel slowly in front of her. Her (e/c) eyes fluttered shut, a single tear trickled down her cheek as she expected the final blow that would take her life. Suddenly, (y/n) collapsed to the ground, however this was not because of an untimely death at the age of 6, but instead she was freed from the invisible force that held her. The disorientating sound of three snaps, followed by a triad of heavy collapsing caused the girl to shoot her head up.

Her eyes met with none other than her uncle. Sheev Palpatine, her saviour.

Beads of sweat were dotted across your face as you shot up your bed.
It has been 16 years since the incident yet it still came and haunted you in your sleep, this glimpse of your past.
These visions of your younger self never made sense to you. You'd watch your 6 year old self act out your past however, these thoughts never felt like like your own memories, they felt like a scripted musical that restricted the natural flow and freedom of life. It just felt wrong.

It doesn't matter how it feels. This just proves that the Jedi are bad people and cannot be trusted.

No one can be trusted.

You beckoned your double-edged lightsaber hilt to your palm. The cold, black metal pressing against your rough and skilled hands. The intricate, vibrant red details on the hilt clashed with your ghostly pale skin.
Your hands have sinned to the point where you will never be blessed to look upon the bright lights of heaven when death finally takes you. Instead, you would plummet down towards the gates of hell- and if there was a lower layer possible, that is where you would be headed.