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Author's Note: This is a story that tells the events at the end of Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, during the duel between Anakin and Obi-Wan from Obi-Wan's point of view.

It all happened so fast, I couldn't imagine it was real. I could breathe no more; my entire body screamed in pain and exhaustion even as I gave myself completely to the Force. I felt it pulsating and wrapping itself around me. But now it wasn't the same. The Force had died; only hours prior I'd heard the Force crying and screaming.

As I swung over the now doomed mining hand tumbling over the molten cascade of Mustafar and tapped into the Force to land into the hovering object, I turned around and saw no sign of him. Was he dead? Had he fallen or burned? I began to remember Yoda's words hours earlier when we found the horrifying sight at our beloved and sacred Jedi Temple. Our home. The place that had stood for a thousand years. 

I still remember the trauma my heart went through when I saw the carnage in the Temple; not just Jedi, but architects, workers, assistants, Temple Guards and . . . children. Massacred as if they were animals. Just slaughtered.

"If into the security recordings you go, only pain will you find."

"Master Yoda, I must find out."

How I regretted knowing who the traitor was. When he came out in the hologram recording and saw with my own eyes how he ruthlessly murdered our brothers and sisters. His brothers and sisters. There was nothing but fury and blood in his eyes. I could feel Yoda's sadness overwhelm the room as he saw my face reacting. It was so horrible even he turned away. My vision began to blur as my eyes swelled with tears.

"No, it can't be! It can't be! I can't watch anymore!"

But I forced myself. Anakin, how could you?! No, Anakin, stop, please STOP!!

Then I saw . . . "Now, Lord Vader, go bring peace to the empire!"

It was for a brief moment, but it was still a moment. My fists clenched and I felt the hatred swell within me. The Jedi Council had always mistrusted the Supreme Chancellor but we never imagined that. . . .three years searching for the Sith Lord and he was right in front of us. I wanted to scream. You did this! You traitor and murderer! You've turned my brother into a monster!

"Destroy the Sith, we must," Yoda had said, with a deep, firm tone I'd never heard before, almost ordering me.

"He is like my brother, I cannot do it! I will not kill Anakin."

"Twisted by the dark side, young Skywalker has become. The boy you trained GONE he is, CONSUMED by Darth Vader."

I forced myself to not break down again as I faced the reality. Anakin Skywalker—the brave young man we all knew, who was loyal beyond the Jedi Code, who risked his life for anyone, the loving and kind little boy from slavery—was no more. He was a Sith Lord. Jedi were supposed to hate Sith Lords. But how could I possibly hate my apprentice? My best friend? My only family? Now I had my mission: I had to kill Anak—no, Darth Vader.

I left to the only place I knew I might find him: Padme's house. I knew they were in love. Anakin had loved her since that first day we meet when my master led us . . .

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"Yesterday." I still remember the way she spoke.

She obviously didn't want me to ask something in particular. Padme was a strong-willed person so I didn't do anything to touch into her mind. But I also sensed a powerful Force presence, but I knew she wasn't strong in the Force.

"Padme I must know. He is in terrible danger."

"From the Sith?"

"From himself. Padme, Anakin has turned to the dark side."

Her response and denial was immediate. But I know she was now shocked. I saw the terror in her eyes. I told her everything I'd witnessed. All my fellow Jedi slaughtered in mere seconds all over the Republic, now the Empire. The murder of children. How the Chancellor orchestrated both sides of the war like a puppeteer and put an end to the Clone War when he saw we were at our most vulnerable. From the moment Dooku died, Anakin had already become Palpatine's new apprentice.

"I must find him, Padme," I repeated.

She faced me and her voice began to quiver. "You're going to kill him, aren't you?"

I fought the tears back and willed myself to the Force to remain my composure. "He has become a very grave threat."

I felt her despair, her turmoil. She said she didn't believe me, but as I felt her heart breaking I knew she believed every word I'd said. I began to leave towards my speeder when I felt it again; that small yet intense Force presence. I knew that kind of presence very well after years of life.

"Anakin is the father, isn't he?"

She didn't bother trying to cover anything up anymore. She had given up completely. She was no longer the same woman who had nerves of steel and a stronger disposition that most men I knew. I saw her in such defenseless state I didn't actually believe it was Padme. I felt anger rise up in me once again.

"I am so sorry." I spit out every word. I knew what love was. I had once had a special woman in my life. I knew the kind of pain love brings when I saw her die horribly before my eyes. But the Jedi was my way of life. I could never understand the turmoil that Anakin had been through.

The next images are fuzzy. I knew Padme would go to search for her husband and try to bring him back, hoping that everything was just lies and rumors. As we neared the hellish Mustafar, I began to grow cold. The dark side had swallowed up the entire planet; I felt it strongly. A pure mass of dark with patches of light that grew smaller and smaller and less in number. There is still good in him. Maybe we can save him. I don't have to fight or kill him.

Padme never suspected I was aboard. I felt his presence grow as he ran to his pregnant wife and embraced her. I climbed out of hiding and sat near the open panel. Already I felt the air burn my face and I could see the embers fly.

"What are you doing out here?" His voice sounded the same as before I'd left for Utapau. He had given me a warm brotherly smile and wished me well. I can't break down now. He's a Sith Lord. A murderer. No, he's my brother. He's the closest thing I have to a family.

"I was worried about you," Padme replied, finding some way to reach into Anakin's now darkened heart. "Obi-Wan told me terrible things."

"What things?"

"He said that you . . . you've turned to the dark side. That you killed Younglings!"

For a second all I heard was silence, and then in a low whisper, he said, "Obi-Wan is trying to turn you against me."

He didn't say he'd done it, but he didn't deny it either.

"He cares about us."

"Us?" His reply resonated with growing anger. I felt fear starting to seep into Padme. She was never afraid of anything.

Padme said that I cared about them both. It wasn't a lie. I loved them both more than anything. Even now more that I knew they were parents. But now nothing seemed to matter to Anakin. Even her love wasn't enough. He had dived into the well of the dark side and tasted the raw power. He was now in love with that power; the power of evil. He even spoke of killing Palpatine! Anakin, how could you think that? He'd kill you in an instant! Is power all you care about now.

I peeked and saw Padme walking away from her husband. I didn't see her face but I could imagine the look on it. Hearing Anakin saying all those things. She now knew it. This wasn't Anakin talking.

It was Darth Vader. "Obi-Wan was right. You've changed."

"I don't want to hear anymore about Obi-Wan," he spat out. Did our friendship mean nothing to him either?

"I don't know you anymore," Padme began to sob. "Anakin . . . you're breaking my heart!"

I shut my eyes; I was not going to give into my emotions. I had to have a clear mind for now. I felt the Force calling out to me. It was time to confront my former Jedi companion for his sins. I rose from my hiding place and stood at the top of the panel. I felt it when it happened. His gaze darted above his wife's head and I saw the instant fire in his eyes. The hatred. The thirst for blood.

"I love you!" Padme shouted.

"LIAR!!!" he yelled.

Both their gazes went towards me. Padme was now more terrified than ever. We all knew Anakin's temper. Now that he was fully immersed in the dark side, nothing was going to stop him. Despite her pleas for reason, he acted as if she was his enemy.

"You're with him! You brought him here to kill me!" A powerful wave of darkness began to emanate from him as he strangled his pregnant wife off the ground.

"Let her go, Anakin!" I yelled.

Tears of mercy and love began to roll down her face. "Anakin, please."

"Let. Her. GO!!" I ordered. His grasp finally released her as she slumped to the ground. I immediately felt her life force and the one inside her fading fast. She was dying before us. Anakin himself saw what he'd done. For a brief moment I saw regret. But it was quickly replaced with anger and hatred.

"You've turned her against me!"

"How can you say that?! "You have done that yourself!" I never imagined I ever had this tone of voice. With anyone.

He began to circle me, a monster ready for attack. "You will not take her from me!"

I removed my cloak, knowing that he was going to attack without warning.

"You anger and your lust for power have already done that. You have allowed this dark lord to twist your mind until now, now you have become the very thing you swore to destroy.

His impatience was now turning him into a more dangerous menace. "Don't lecture me, Obi-Wan! I see through the lies of the Jedi. And I don't fear the dark side like you do."

I circled around him, countering every one of his moves. I kneeled next to Padme. I placed my hand over her temple, trying to see if. . .she wasn't dead, but she was quickly in going in that direction.

"I have brought peace, freedom, and security to my new Empire."

What? Is this what I think it was? A declaration of power in that way? "Your new Empire?"

"Don't make me kill you," he snarled.

"Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!"

"If you're not with me, then you're my enemy."

It was that moment when I knew. The good within him had died completely. This was truly no more Anakin Skywalker. This was more than Darth Vader. More than a cold-blooded murder. He was a Sith Lord on the path to erasing his entire past life.

"Only a Sith deals in absolutes. I will do what I must," I replied as my sweaty palm gripped the cold metal of my lightsaber hilt.

"You will try!"

Pssshhew! Pssshhew!

With a loud crack, our blades crashed as I was pushed back towards the edge of the platform. My vision became blinded by the constant crashing of our blades. The man before me now was wearing Jedi clothing and had a Jedi weapon, but was now a symbol of pure evil.

Now as he began to run over the lava-falls, giving himself fully to the dark side, landing a massive jump over a mining droid headed towards mine. My skin burned and ached and I gasped for air. But he was nowhere near fazed. He seemed to be growing in power. The pure evil in his eyes for a moment brought fear into my heart. I let the Force seep into me. I had a mission to accomplish. If I finished him now, at least he might die quickly and painlessly. My brother had to be put out of his misery. Our blades danced back and forth as he attacked relentlessly, not bothering with his own defenses, but I could sense he was also growing tired of my defenses.

As we held our blades at bay, I shouted, hoping he would see the light. "I have failed you, Anakin! I have failed you!"

I had. I expected too much of him. I hadn't trusted him enough. I knew all he'd suffered.

"I should've known the Jedi were plotting to take over!"

His comment made my own anger spark again. "Anakin, Chancellor Palpatine is evil!"

"Through my point of view, the Jedi are evil!"

He was now hopeless. He could not be redeemed. He had gone past the point of no return.

"Well then you are lost!" I had lost him forever.

Now the hatred in his eyes was beyond the tipping point. "This is then for you, my Master!"

I raised my weapon, knowing that my life was now in peril. He jumped twisting over me and nearly falling into the molten river beneath us. I raised my blade to attack but he quickly blocked and nearly pushed me back. Finally, our blades locked and both pushed with all our strength. I sensed high ground behind me. I lunged his blade away and let the Force pulsate through my body and landed on solid ground.

"It's over, Anakin! I have the high ground!"

"You underestimate my power!" he snarled, his eyes now bloodshot.

"Don't try it!" I pleaded one last time. He shouted in anger as he began to flip over me. I didn't realize what I did at the time. I just swung my lightsaber above me to stop this all. He collapsed beneath me and fell towards the edge of the lava river, completely limbless save the prosthetic one Dooku had caused.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief as the fight was no more. Intense pain radiated around him. I thought he could no longer dive himself deeper into the dark side. I was wrong and I knew it as I saw the rims of his eyes turn crimson and his irises change into a sickly, evil yellow hue. He was now truly an evil man, the good in him absolutely destroyed.

I felt my own disgust and anger mix with grief. "You were the Chosen One! It was said you would destroy the Sith, not join them! Bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness!" I had no more willpower now.

My walls collapsed under the deluge of tears and heartbreak that now possessed me. I turned my back on Vader, and removed his lightsaber out of sight. For the good man he was had died at his own hands.

I don't know why I turned back to face him again. I knew my mission: to destroy him. He was pure evil. He was a traitor. He was a killer. He'd started his own wife's and child's path to death. And yet, I had no willpower. I hear Yoda's words over and over, but could not move. I could not kill him. And I knew why.

"I HATE YOU!!!" he roared.

My heart was shattered into pieces as he shouted those words. I knew exactly why I couldn't kill him, even though he deserved it for his sins. I felt my voice break as the tears turned to steam on my face.

"You were my brother, Anakin! I loved you!!!"

I don't know what happened in that brief moment. He looked up at me and for a split second I saw remorse. But it all disappeared as his body slowly began to be consumed by fire. His cries of pain anguished me. I had to look away. I'd seen so many terrible deaths, but I could not bear to watch him die. He cursed my name and began to swear revenge. I forced myself to see just once. His body consumed and destroyed by the flames of hatred and anger. I continued sobbing, finally walking away, hoping that the Force would have mercy on him.

Though he caused me so much pain, even when I saw him at his worst, I always loved him. And this tore me more, because I knew I'd abandoned him into the claws of death. My one and only best friend and family would never return.