Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

The Butterfly Effect

• Summary: Anakin Skywalker’s life has been defined by a couple of crucial make-or-break moments. He accepts the offer to course-correct his destiny after the slaughter on Mustafar, unknowing he is fighting the Force itself, trapped between two magnanimous, opposing sides of it.

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The Force is not a singular energy field, it is a living organism comprised of two ancient powers feuding, constantly at odds since the beginning of time, racing to prove each other wrong. The Dark Side that sentients call Death, and her sister, the Light, which the mortal universe knows as Love. The children of their philosophies, the Sith and the Jedi respectively, will also be at war until the last amoeba surrenders to Death, the last collapsing star draws its last breath and reaches for Love.

A Sith Lord, defying the laws of nature, inexorable spawn of evil, breeds a thought that in his limited understanding of Death, he could stand up to her. Death isn’t offended, on the contrary, she is pleased and curious whether the Muun can pull it off. In her arrogance, Death allows him to pursue his cursed experiments and in them, the Sith Lord gains an unfair advantage in an ancient dispute he barely even knows exists. Love has no choice but to break the rules too, even out the playing field with her sister by sending the universe a savior. A perfect specimen, a miracle child sharing a significant amount of her boundless power.

A point of her greatest pride, the epitome of ‘inspired creation.’

Love is not blind to the faults of sentients, they too carry pride and superficial flaws. Surface, however beautiful, has never been her primary focus.

The secret is not in his sharp jawline, deep honest eyes, nor in the muscular apparatus that houses his soul, appealing to the eye but ultimately inconsequential. Those attributes will merely endear him to the rules of the society he’ll live in.

He is beautiful on the inside. And his light, goodness, and generosity, emanate from the purity of his heart. They seep onto the surface and bring even the most hardened, disillusioned cynics to their knees. Perhaps even those who swear off Love out of ill-advised principles.

And oh, Love’s sister is furious and she lets it be announced as far as her voice can reach.

Love languishes at a fixed point in time, an absolute where natural laws have no say, where good and evil exist in perfect harmony. She lives in a castle made of glaciers, half-frozen, half-melted. In the throne room where she spends most of her days, where the blue sun is shining like a jaguar gem down on the floor made of a glass mirror. To Love, the mirror represents a window into the sentient life, into her favorite galaxy, a favorite version of her most beloved creation. She often watches him. She watches the galaxy. People in whom she puts all her hope.

She waves her slender hand and her reflection disappears to reveal a dazzlingly beautiful young man with golden hair and eyes brighter than kyber. Those eyes carry a lot of pain and hatred, a distortion of compassion and the honest, brave soul that lies forgotten in the ashes of his abhorrent deeds.

Beside him although a million light years away, one of Love’s favored, is fighting a pointless conflict. He is just as captivating but much less torn. He cannot hear Love as loudly as her son, he doesn’t possess the same gift but his foundation of good is stronger, his capacity for kindness just as boundless.

Love cannot smile at her work today, she sighs and waves her hand until the long broadened sleeve of her gown billows in the wind brought about by the slump in her mood. She never gets angry, it is not in her nature, but she does wonder why those she bestows the greatest gifts upon, remain so short-sighted, why they leave themselves vulnerable to her sister’s manipulation.