B L A M E ( Anakin Skywalker)

Chapter 1

It starts as a whisper.......

A whisper is all that is heard....

A whisper is all that is needed..

You aren't good enough.

The dragon in the heart of Anakin Skywalker breathes black acidic bial on his heart and ad it shrivels away so does his composure and his ambitions.

In the quiet solitude of his quarters, Anakin Skywalker sat alone, his thoughts consumed by the relentless whispers of self-doubt. He paced back and forth, feeling as though he were trapped within the labyrinth of his own mind, a prisoner to his insecurities.

Anxiety coiled within him like a slumbering dragon, its fiery breath searing his soul with each passing moment. Anakin couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't good enough-that no matter how hard he tried, he would never measure up to the expectations placed upon him.

As he wrestled with his inner demons, Anakin couldn't help but compare his anxieties to the fearsome dragon that haunted his nightmares. Its scales gleamed with malice, its eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

But unlike the mythical creature of his imagination, Anakin's dragon was all too real-a manifestation of his deepest fears and insecurities, lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at the slightest sign of weakness.

Lost in the labyrinth of his own thoughts, Anakin felt a sense of despair wash over him like a tidal wave. He longed to break free from the shackles of his self-doubt, to soar above the clouds like the heroes of old-but the weight of his anxieties held him firmly grounded.

In the darkness of his despair, Anakin found himself longing for someone to confide in, someone who could understand the turmoil raging within him. Little did he know that help was closer than he realized, waiting just beyond his chamber door.

And as the echoes of his inner turmoil reverberated through the empty corridors of the Jedi Temple, Anakin knew that he was alone-that amidst the chaos of the galaxy, there were no others who shared his struggles, no others who understood the dragon . As the jedi watched the skyline of galactic city he felt it. The sunset was beautiful it was all he could look forward too. Except for his love Padme. Ever since the Rush Clovis incident he hasn't had the heart to see her. It's his fault he's dead and even after Padme said sorry, he knew he didn't deserve her. He doesn't deserve any of this love. He walked closer to the window, and in his darkest moment he wanted to jump, but in his fear of the forever darkness of death all he had was the silent horizon. As Anakin's thoughts continued to spiral, he found himself yearning for a simpler time-a time when he was just a carefree Padawan, unburdened by the weight of destiny and the expectations of others. He remembered the thrill of racing through the corridors of the Jedi Temple, lightsaber in hand, his laughter echoing off the walls.

Those were the days when he felt invincible, when the future seemed limitless and full of promise. But now, as he stared into the abyss of his own doubts, that sense of freedom felt like a distant memory, a fading echo of a time long gone.

Anakin closed his eyes, trying to summon the ghosts of his past, to recapture the innocence and joy he had once known. But the harder he tried, the further away it seemed to slip from his grasp, like sand through his fingers.

Alone in the solemn sanctuary of his chamber, Anakin Skywalker stood before the panoramic window, gazing out at the twinkling lights of the Coruscant skyline. The sprawling metropolis stretched out before him like a tapestry woven from a thousand stars, each glimmering beacon a testament to the bustling life that thrived below.

But amidst the beauty of the cityscape, Anakin found himself consumed by a sense of melancholy-a haunting reminder of the love that once bloomed in his heart, only to wither and fade like a wilted flower.

He thought of Padmé Amidala, his beloved, her radiant smile and gentle touch etched into his memories like an indelible mark. They had once stood together on the precipice of a bright and hopeful future, their dreams intertwined like the tendrils of a vine reaching towards the sun.

But their love had been tested by the sands of time and the trials of fate, torn asunder by the specter of Rush Clovis and the shadows of suspicion that had clouded their bond. And though Anakin harbored no jealousy or anger towards his former rival, he couldn't help but feel a profound sense of loss-a gnawing emptiness that lingered in the depths of his soul.

As he stood in silence, his gaze fixed upon the distant horizon, Anakin's last thoughts were of Padmé-the beauty that once was his, now lost to the sands of time. And in that moment of solitude, amidst the silent expanse of the Coruscant skyline, he found solace in the bittersweet embrace of memory, his heart heavy with the weight of what might have been. A single tear welled up in Anakin's eye, its shimmering trail tracing a path down his cheek, a silent testament to the pain that lay heavy upon his heart. With a heavy sigh, he tore his gaze away from the window, reluctantly tearing himself from the melancholic beauty of the Coruscant skyline.

In the quiet solitude of his chamber, Anakin felt the weight of his sorrow pressing down upon him like a heavy cloak, suffocating him with its suffocating embrace. He longed to linger in the sanctuary of his thoughts, to drown in the depths of his despair, but duty called, and he could not afford to wallow in self-pity.

With a determined resolve, Anakin wiped away the tear that stained his cheek, steeling himself for the challenges that lay ahead. Though his heart ached with the burden of his unspoken grief, he knew that he could not allow it to consume him entirely.

Straightening his shoulders, Anakin took one last lingering glance around his chamber, a silent farewell to the solitude that had been his refuge. And with a heavy heart, he turned and made his way towards the door, his footsteps echoing softly in the empty corridors of the Jedi Temple.

As he stepped out into the bustling chaos of Coruscant's streets, Anakin felt a sense of calm wash over him-a quiet acceptance of the trials that awaited him, and the strength to face them head-on.

For even amidst the darkest of nights, there was always a glimmer of light to guide him forward-a beacon of hope amidst the shadows of his despair.

With renewed determination, Anakin set out into the world, his heart heavy with the weight of his sorrows, but his spirit unbroken and resolute. And as he disappeared into the bustling throng of the city streets, the tear that had once stained his cheek glistened like a diamond in the fading light of the setting sun, a silent reminder of the beauty that lay hidden within the depths of his soul.