Revelation: A Star Wars Fanfic

Prologue

He had a nightly routine.

Every time the the sun(s) would set, he would look out at the stars and try to guess which of them was closest. After being trained for so long, sometimes he could hear the sounds that their electric pulses made, forming a symphony of otherworldly music.

He would look up and see billions of stars, each of them surrounded by planets and moon and comets and asteroids and space rock.

Each night he would wonder just how many there were and futilely attempt to count them. He tried to guess what colors they were on the heat spectrum.

He tried to guess which ones were suns warming a planet he had himself visited and people he had met.

But most of all, he wondered which ones were far away enough that they could have been home to his family.

Anakin Skywalker thought about how he was in the center of his family's homes. On one side, his mother was still a slave in the desert wastelands of Tatooine. On the other was a planet he had never been to, nor would he ever go. It was a place his sister had called home for over half her life.

"There," she pointed, though he had no idea to which one she gestured to. "I can feel it." She admitted. "It's brighter than the rest. Funny to think how the light path is older than I'll ever know."

Arrai was shorter than him, which was not uncommon considering his tall stature. He looked at her as if she were far younger than him. She seemed still that nine year old he was forced to hand over into the unknown.

He wanted to know her as she really was. Sure, they had been separated for over half their lives, first by illness and then by destiny. He didn't know what kind of person she was. He had noticed that she had a habit of changing moods. Usually, she was fairly solemn, but she could also have a nasty edge or a humorous one.

Anakin had encountered many anomalies during his time as a padawan learner, but there was none so great as Arraine Leeleein Cortana Skywalker, his twin, who he should have known better than anyone else in the galaxy.

"Do you miss it?" He asked.

She sighed. It was the small, horribly human gestures that made Anakin want to wrap her in an embrace and carry her to where she would never be in harm's way. The idea of her being hurt made him angrier than any Jedi should ever be.

Arrai nodded. "It's all I've ever really known." She admitted carefully. "I remember it more vibrantly than anything else."

He knew that she was speaking of their enslaved upbringing. Arrai had really not been ill and had rarely been able to work, but she understood the concept as well as he did and hated it with every fiber of their being.

He looked sideways at her, nearly unable to distinguish himself from her. They looked so similar, though she had a few more feminine features. "What do you remember about... before?" He was still unsure of how formal she was expecting him to be.

Her eyes were gazing at the stars. Under the starlight, her skin glowed with a blue hue, and the blonde and dust-colored strands of hair were blurred together. "Not much. I wish remember more, but I have no desire to return and try to relive old memories."

Anakin could agree to that. "Do you remember mom?" It was the one face he would never forget: the look his mother had given him as he and his sister were whisked away into the Jedi Order, probably never to see their mother again.

"Do you hear it?" She asked suddenly. "The sound?"

He nodded, never before been asked about the strange noises of the stars.

Arrai smiled faintly, obviously pleased that she, too, had found someone to share in the hymn. "I remember her singing and not understanding how she and the..." she was at a loss for words. "It's like music that transcends music. It's too beautiful to be music, but I would hear it as our mother sang. I remember her voice as if it were my own."

His sister had a strange, old way of speaking. She spoke in a high manner, though she was probably unconscious of it. She was almost always formal with her speech patterns. And her accent... it was the one feature between them that could easily contrast them two. She had an accent like their mother.

"Do you regret becoming Dark Jedi?" His tongue escaped him.

Arrai nearly laughed. "I don't see how I could."

There was an underlying question, though neither spoke of it. Anakin did not wish to bring it up, and hopefully he would never have to.

But he could not help but wonder if Arrai would regret living almost forever.

[A/N:

Hello everyone! I'm glad that y'all have made the transition from Reminiscence to Revelation. I'm really excited for this book!

Thanks to all who've made it thus far, and to all who will stay with me till the end.

Love y'all!

Peace, love, and
~Art