It's been three long years since Fly Boy disappeared, stolen, consumed by the Sith. Obi-Wan and I struggle to raise Luke and Leia. I've stopped my training, there is no time. Every night I see that day over and over again. Anakin and I fought. Every time I look down at my cybernetic hand, I am reminded of the master I lost. Not only did I loose my master but I lost my two best friends. Padmé and Anakin were the best friends I ever had... And now I'm raising their children... Fantastic...
I woke up this morning, as if it were any other day. However, today was different in almost every way possible. Luke and Leia were going to be training with the other younglings, while Obi-Wan and I would try our first plan to get Anakin back. I looked at myself in the mirror. "(Y/N), bring Ani home." I walked out of my condo, wearing a large cloak and my old Jedi robes. After all, I was still technically a Jedi. I never actually left the order, just temporarily ceased training. My lightsaber was clipped to my belt, moving as I did, as I helped the clumsy three year olds up the steps of the temple. Obi-Wan and Yoda met me at the doors, the younglings going with the short green figure that was slightly shorter than them and Obi-Wan and I walking to the starfighters. We flew to the death star, considering it was the place we were most likely going to find Anakin, or 'Darth Vader' as he is now known. I hated calling him Vader, to me, he is and always will be Anakin Skywalker.
