The Other Half • Anakin Skywalker

-Chapter 2-

"All alone in a wall-less prison,
Didn't forget and you're not forgiven.
Live every day with the pain in the back of my mind,
Torture doesn't begin to describe it."

-Anakin-
This was it. My last time walking through these doors. My last time to take in the smell of the burning candle wicks that lit the halls. My last time to remember Padme walking through those doors, and running into my arms. My last time to see all the young padawans stroll around as if nothing will ever be complicated. If they only knew what kind of life they were in for. If they could only imagine all the hurt and loneliness they would have to endure, just to become Jedi. Most likely, only about three would survive all the training and missions, others would quit or die trying. If being a Jedi means no family, no emotion, no passion for anything, then I'd rather lend my force abilities to somewhere else. I can feel it, slowly but surely. The darkness taking over my complete thought process, pushing me to do all these horrible things.

"Kill the padawans" , they say.

"Kill Obi Wan" , they say.

"Burn this place to the ground" they say.

"Steal information for the empire" they say.

I couldn't take it anymore! I slung the bag over my shoulder and stormed out of the temple, realizing the sound of small feet padding the ground behind me. I get to the ship, still ignoring the sound, then turn around with my lightsaber now drawn. Realizing who this child is, I quickly put away my saber, and kneel down to her level.

"Hello, Ms. Kenobi. How are you?"

I ask, attempting to make her forget I had just been holding a lightsaber to her small neck.

"I'm fine, Mr. Anakin. My daddy wants to know why your leaving, it's making him very sad."

She says, pointing up to their penthouse window, where I see Obi Wan pacing back and forth, staring down at us.

"Look, Amila, run back up to your room, and tell your father that I'm just going to Naboo for Padmes family. They're having an emergency."

I lie, trying to get her back inside the building, so I can leave. I'd never go back to Naboo, not even if Padmes mother was having another child. I wouldn't go, that would hurt far to much, and I would not willingly put myself through that. Not just to be on some stupid planet, where my dead wife was from. Never.

I lift the ship off the ground, after finally coaxing the child to go back inside. I set the course for the constructions site of the new Death Star. I head out of the city, then jump into light speed. I arrive shortly, and request permission to dock my aircraft. They allow permission, once Chancellor Palpatine discovers its me. I request a meeting with him, and I am informed I will have one in a few hours. Until then, I had to be detained in an interrogation cell, because they still doubted my complete severation of ties from the Republic.

My meeting was finally done, and I was now in training to become a sith. These training methods were far more emotionally connected that those of the Jedi. Here, they used pain and sorrow to achieve their goals, which worked for me. I had only been in training a few short hours, yet I felt more powerful now than I ever had with the Jedi.

"Chancellor Palpatine, sir."

I bowed, quickly standing back up, flipping my hair it if my face. I could smell the burnt stench coming off him, as a result of him using his force lighting too much.

"Anakin. Tell me, you were once married to Senator Padme Amidala of Naboo, were you not?"

"Yes, Chancellor Palpatine. Any specific reason your asking?"

"Oh, I only wished to inform you that your wife is here, alive. Good day, Anakin."