Anakin Skywalker x Reader
The Council has long believed since Anakin Skywalker arrived at the Jedi Temple that he is the Chosen One. And from what they know of the prophecy, they have no reason to believe otherwise.
Y/N is just a regular padawan t...
**A/N - the next few chapters are going to reveal a lot! I'm so excited to share them with you all. I think some of y'all are about to flip. Please let me know what you think and go vote to support my story. I love reading your reactions and comments!
Keep in mind I've decide Naboo has an elected monarchy like in the movies; whereas, Alderaan has a hereditary one in my story. Also, please imagine Breha not as actress in the movie, but as someone who shares similar features with you.
I have a soft spot for Alderaan. It reminds me a lot of Canada (my beloved home where I was born and raised). Specifically, Alderaan reminds me of Jasper and Banff in Alberta. The mountains and lakes are beautiful, and if you have a chance to visit, I highly recommend you do.(:
Below is a picture of Moraine Lake in Banff National Park in Alberta.**
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Anakin's POV:
*Dream sequence begins...*
Sand. There's fucking sand everywhere.
I'm sitting in the goddamn thick of it too. It's all over my Jedi robes. The dichotomy between the tan beads of it sticking against the black fabric is revolting to me.
And it's scorching outside. My skin almost feels like it's on fire from the holy unnatural amount of heat that a planet having two suns would produce. Not to mention that black absorbs heat so my clothing has effectively become a sauna.
I stand up and cringe at the way the dirt falls back down to the ground beneath me. I then do my best to wipe away the excess sand particles off my clothing, detesting the way it feels against the skin of my bare hand so much that it almost makes me wish both of my hands were chopped off in that battle against Dooku on Geonosis.
I then survey my environment to find shelter to shield myself from the blasted rays of the binary suns but on Tatooine that is something scarcely allotted for.
I trudge reluctantly through more of the dreaded sand, and after walking a mile I finally manage to find a cave-like tan-stoned structure to conceal myself. I perch myself down on a rock— because the fuck if I'm going to sit in more dirt— and I wipe off the excess sweat that's accumulated over my brow.
Dreaming of my childhood home has always been painful. It's a nightmarish hell of slavery, stifling heat, and coarse sand that is sharp enough to cut open wounds. Even the pleasant memories of my mother have been tainted with the soul crashing reminder of her death.
I beg to my subconscious that it would stop bringing me here altogether.
"I'm sorry we are meeting like this." A voice echos through the cave. "I know this isn't your favourite place to be."
