This chapter was written by one of my best friends, Winter Wolf.

(Thank you to the artist for this awesome picture!)

Anakin (now Darth Vader) looked out at the starry sky. There was a scream in his ear. He turned to look behind him, but nothing was there. He was about to turn around again, but another scream filled his ears and this time he fallowed the sound. He walked out of the control room and into the hallway. The cries of not only pain, but heartbreak and betrayal. And the sound of lightsabers filled the halls as he walked. Wondering what the sounds could be, he open the door. The most hideous thing lay inside, but he entered anyway. Sand, it was everywhere it covered the floor and everything else.
When he looked up, the sand at the further end was red. He stepped closer and knelt down. He touched it it wasn't just red sand, it was blood. Inches way was a body, the body of a young tusken rider (sand people). Even though the eyes were not visible because it was covered in cloth, the goggles were pointed right at him. He shuddered, then stood up. But as he looked into the distance the destruction was only worse. Nearby was a small tusken rider that couldn't have been more then two, was being held by his mother. Both dead now. The memory of his own mother's death resurfaced. As he looked past the dead mother and her son he saw the one that had cased all this trouble, all of this destruction . It was a young Jedi. He stabbed the last tusken rider in the chest, killing it. When he turned around it was him when he was younger. The hatred was clear on his face. But as he gazed out at what he had done he stumbled backwards.
Darth Vader turned from the scene. But when he did he saw a small youngling, "what do we do master Anakin" the youngling's voice trembled.
The blue light of a lightsaber appeared, and the horror on the youngling's face was event. Darth Vader turned around again. The screams tore at his heart as he recalled the memory. "Anakin" a beautiful voice broke the screaming. He looked up and saw Padmè. He ran towards her.
"Don't do this I love you" she said.
"Lier" another voice boomed.
Padmè turned, "no" she whispered as she looked at Obi wan who was coming out of a ship.
"You brought him here to kill me" the harsh voice said.
"No, I love you" Padmè pleaded. A dark gloved hand reached out towards her. She pulled at her throat as though there was in invisible hand choking her. Her legs dangled as she was lifted off the ground.
"No" Darth Vader muttered he reached out his hand towards her. But as his grasp closed around her arm, she disappeared.
A cold voice rang in his ears "in your anger you killed her"
"NO" he screamed, again he collapsed to the floor. "Padmè I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" he said as he looked down at his hands a tear fell down from his eye and rolled down his face. These hands that he looked at now were the ones that took his wife's life, his child's that he never ever even had a chance to know. These hands were not strong enough to save his mother's life they had so much blood on them. So, much blood was stained on his soul. What would Padmè and his mother think of him now, the man, more like the monster he had become?
By Winter Wolf

(Thank you to the artist for this beautiful picture!)