The Path Of Darkness, Or The Path Of Love? (AnakinxReader)

Home Sweet Home

Obi Wan had never told me where we were going. But now, standing on the rocky surface, I realize why.
Korriban, although so familiar, looked so different. Maybe it wasn't the appearance so much as the feeling. We were up in the Valley of the Dark Lords, and I looked out over the edge, the place where I had once lived nothing more than a series of craters, blown clean by the wind and sand.
I held the picture tightly in my hand. It was the same one my father had looked at, before going to his death. I had found it, tucked into his light saber. It was a family painting, of him, my mother and I. On the Miraluka home world, back when we were carefree and happy. While it hurt to look at, a warm feeling settled itself within me. It was an eerie calm, and it left me feeling at ease. At least, if I died, I would take the same road my father once did.
We approached quietly. I stayed at Obi Wan's heel, knowing that if anyone could get us through this, it was him. So I followed closely, staying in his shadow. He came up to a large door, what I recognized as the entrance to the academy. With a flick of his wrist it flew open, knocking out the guards near the doors as the heavy doors slammed them into the walls. He walked in confidently, and I followed his lead.
A pale Man stopped us. It felt sickening, how surreal this whole encounter was. It was all so familiar. And it made me angry.
"Uthar." I spit his name out like I could hurt him with my words. He smirked at me, as Obi Wan gave me a surprised side glance.
"Ah, so another admirer eh? How about you stop this foolishness and join the Academy, we could make good use of a young, pretty girl like you."
"Hm, perhaps I'll consider. When you're all dead!" My eyes are narrowed and I focus my energy, building it up inside of me. The energy here is dark, but I feed off of it nonetheless.
He looks at me, grinning. "Oh y/n. You're just like your father."
No.
"Don't you dare bring my father into this, you sick twisted kath hound!"
My voice sounded distorted when it came out. It was angry and low, almost like the growling of some primal beast. I ejected my light saber and charged him, the lust for blood filling my thoughts as my anger drove me forward. He blocked my blow, but I hit so heavily that he staggered back a few steps. I was on the offensive, striking so fiercely that he had no choice but to take a defensive stance. He faltered when I stopped, and I grabbed his throat. Electricity streamed from my palms across his body, and he shook violently, his white eyes growing bloodshot and dark. Kicking his leg out, he knocked me onto the ground, sweeping quickly to end my life. And perhaps he would've, if I hadn't thrown up my light saber, stopping his bright red blade an inch away from my face.
He watched my father die.
He WANTED him to die.
So he will die.
I throw myself onto my feet using the Force. I feel as though I'm exploding with energy as I begin another vicious assault. He struggles to keep up with me, fear beginning to shine in his dark eyes. I don't know where this power, this skill is coming from, but I feed off of it, feed off of my anger and sorrow with every strike. His foot slips and he falters, as my light saber slices right through his head.
Then, everything is quiet.
I'm shaking, staring at my hands as I try to calm myself down.
"Y/n."
Who is that?
"Y/n."
Two different voices are calling out to me.
"Y/n, you did well. But be wary next time."
...
"I'm proud of you."
...
We walked in, but we didn't find loads of Sith like we had expected.
There was no one there.
In the center of it all, we found a small, dark form. Robed in black, with a mask that was all too familiar to me.
Nihilus.
Is.
Dead.
I searched his body frantically. But I didn't need to look very far to find what I was searching for. The small golden cross shone in his pocket. I tenderly picked it up, running my fingers across its smooth ridges. The highest honor the republic could bestow was resting in my hands, small and shimmering. It was hard to believe that something so innocent could have seen so much.
But something felt off. Why would they be dead?
And then, it became clear.
"Anakin."