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Luke

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(Y/n)'s POV
We arrived back at the temple and not to our surprise, Mace and many others were there waiting, "Did you enjoy your last hours of freedom?" He spat as Anakin and I approached them, ready to take the punishment together.

"We did actually," I said with a smile.

The food was amazing, the drink was strong but good, the stars were beautiful — it really was a good night. Good and also confusing, that almost kiss has yet to leave my mind as I tried to think about what it meant.

Mace took a step towards me, an enraged expression overcoming his features, "Are you being smart with me?"

I cowered down, remembering this man tried to kill me at one point and he even looked like he wanted to finish the job, "I-" I paused my stumbling words when Anakin stood in front of me, creating a barrier between Mace and I — just as he did with the man at the bar.

"You don't address her, ever, not after what you tried to do. So if you have a problem, you talk to me." His words were calm, but threatening.

I peaked over his shoulder at Mace who was clenching his jaw, "I hope you know Skywalker, that you being brought to this temple was a mistake. I told them you were too old, that you would be rebellious and that you were going to be more trouble than you were worth — and many agreed."

I was immediately filled with anger, how the hell could he say something like that to him?

Anakin didn't say a word back, but I could feel the anger and even hurt coming from him. This place is supposed to be his home and the council makes him feel like an outcast, despite everyone else worshiping him. I heard that they usually give him a hard time, but this whole ordeal is the first time I'm really seeing it with my own eyes.

My Master then raised his arms, preparing for the cuffs, "Can we just get this over with so I don't have to look at you any longer than I have to?"

"Gladly," He grabbed the cuffs from the temple guard that stood next to him, and attempted to put the cuffs on him. I say attempted because in a matter of seconds, the cuffs were taken from his hand.

They flew from his grasp, and landed in the palm of Grand Master Yoda, "Arrest them, we will not."

Everyone looked at him, stunned and at a loss for words, except for Mace who always has something to say, "But Grand Master Yoda, he-"

Master Yoda raised his claws to silence him, "Final, my decision is." He then looked at Anakin and I, "Free to go to your rooms, you are. Speak to you both tomorrow, I will."

Both of us were surprised, but neither of us wanted to question it in fear of him changing him mind, "Yes Master Yoda," We spoke simultaneously, before making our way past everyone with our heads down.

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We paused outside of our rooms and faced each other, "I can't believe Master Yoda let us go," He said as he folded his arms and leaned back against his door.

"Neither can I," I copied his movements without realizing it, leaning back against my door, "But I'm sure there is a reason and he'll make it known the next time he sees us."

Anakin sighed, "Probably a mission of some sorts, but I guess that's better than a cell so I'm not going to complain."

"Or maybe he believes as I do, that you weren't in the wrong." I theorized with a shrug.

"Then I wouldn't have been in the cell in the first place (y/n). I'm here for them to use to their benefit and that's it." He pushed himself off of his door and turned around to unlock it, "Get some rest, we'll continue training in two days. Take tomorrow off as a reward for giving me one night of freedom." He opened the unlocked door before stepping inside, and closing it behind him with the wave of his hand.

I sighed, knowing he was most likely right and faced my door, and opened it. But I paused when I felt...watched. Slowly, I turned my head to the right and caught a glimpse of a black clothed figure moving out of sight around the corner.

This person, I see him everywhere. He's following me, no, he's been following us — but why? Who the hell is he? Was he assigned by Master Yoda to keep an eye on us? And if so, why? There are so many questions, with zero answers.

And it was time for me to finally get one.

So instead of going into my room like I should have, I ran down the hallway, but in a different direction from where I saw him go. I knew he would hide from me, run from me like he has been, so I was going to loop around and catch him that way.

I went to my left down the hall and then made a right, and after sprinting a few meters I made another right and kept going. Moments later I bumped into a hard chest and almost fell back, but I kept myself steady.

I groaned from the impact as I backed up and froze when I met the eyes of the exact person I was chasing after. I didn't expect to bump into them so quickly, so it has me wondering if he was circling around just as I was.

And also, he looked absolutely horrified when he saw me.

"You," I pointed at him and he took a step back as he looked around, his breathing changing into shallow pants, "Who are you and why have you been following me?" I asked, but he gave me no answer, he remained in the same spot looking stunned, "I said who are you?" I asked in a more demanding tone.

He quickly blinked like he was pulling himself from a trance, "I'm-" He swallowed as if he was nervous, and what he did next took me by complete surprise.

He hugged me.

He hugged me so tight I thought he was going to break every bone in my body, "I can't—" I coughed, "Breathe."

He held on for just a little longer before pulling back and looking into my eyes, his watering, "You're so beautiful," He whispered.

His words hardly registered in my mind because there was one thing I was really focused on, "Your eyes, they look exactly like—"

"I'm sorry," He choked on his words, "We shouldn't have met," He placed two fingers on my temple before I could finish what I wanted to say, and everything around me began to go dark as I felt myself falling.

Anakin's, his eyes looked like Anakin's.

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Unknown's POV (I know the majority of you already know who this cloaked figure is, but I'm gonna have his POV as unknown until I actually have him state his name. And yes his POV will be used often.)

She began to fall, but I caught her in my arms before she could hit the floor. It was taking everything in me not to break down right now, but I guess it was stupid of me to assume her and I would never speak. I tried to avoid it, not knowing how well I'd be able to hold myself together, but it seems it was inevitable.

I held her bridal style and carried her down the hall back to her room, making sure I wasn't seen by anyone, especially by him. I poked my head around a corner into the hallway where her room was, and once I saw the coast was clear, I made my way to her room.

I used the force to open the door and walked inside, before gently setting her on the bed. I took the time to take her boots off so she wouldn't be uncomfortable, and I laid her blanket over her to keep her warm. Lastly, I flicked on her nightlight, the exact one I had in my bedroom growing up — I guess that's one thing I gained from her, a fear of the dark, which I eventually grew out of, thankfully.

And I know of this fear because my Aunt and Uncle told me. I sighed quietly to myself as I brushed her hair away from her face, feeling a sting in my chest while thinking of the life I didn't get to have. And it was all because of—

I jumped away from her bed and darted to her half-open closet that I quietly slipped into and remained hidden. Seconds later, her bedroom door opened and he walked in. I made sure my presence in the force was hidden the moment I felt him approaching, because I knew he would easily feel me in here if I didn't.

I watched Anakin Skywalker approach her bed before he bent down and pulled her blanket over to cover her more, "(Y/n), are you awake?" He whispered, though she never replied.

It's strange; every time I look at him, all I see is the man from my time; an evil and crazed being that was driven mad by loss. But at the same time, it's like I hardly recognized him, he was different. He seemed kind and happy even, at least around her, but that doesn't change my view of him. I still hate him for what he did... or for what he will do.

Unless I can keep it from happening.

Flash-forward

"You're absolutely insane," My Uncle yelled at me over the com that I was already taking off, "I told you not to go there, let alone by yourself, are you trying to give me a heart attack—"

"I can handle myself perfectly fine Uncle," I rolled my eyes, "But I have to see it."

He sighed heavily, knowing by now that once I had my mind set on something, there was no turning back, "You're just like him you know."

I clenched my jaw, "Don't insult me."

"I mean the good parts. Or I guess I should say the annoying parts."

I half-smirked with a slight chuckle, "I love you too, I'll see you when I get back and try not to lose sleep over this. I've gotten myself out of worse." I sent him one last transmission before dropping the com into the lava below.

I was on Mustafar, preparing to infiltrate a castle that belonged to a certain someone who I'd rather not name. Now I wasn't planning an attack—that would be a suicide mission—I was only going because there was something I wanted to see. Something I needed to see and dreamt about seeing, which is how I know it's there.

And now was the perfect time because he wasn't here.

It didn't take me long to sneak inside, and since the place was already dark and filled with shadows on the inside, remaining unseen wasn't difficult at all. Plus there was hardly any kind of security around, but I guess it's because he probably assumes that no one would be stupid enough or brave enough to attempt this.

I found the long staircase that led down to where I needed to go. The stairs took me below the molten lava, and I could hear it moving in the walls around me, as well as above me. I kept going until I reached the bottom and there it was, the metal door that I always saw in my dream.

I stepped forward and ran my hand along the writing, it was my mothers name, her first and last name that was the same as mine. And below it had a sign that forbade anyone from entering. There was no lock either because like I said, he doubts anyone would have the courage to do what I'm doing.

I pushed open the door and stepped inside before closing it softly behind me. There, in the middle of the room was a block of cement, a stone casket.

Instantly I felt a tight pain in my chest that pushed tears to my eyes. I approached it and laid my hand on top of a stone figure that was meant to resemble her, "Hi Mom." I choked on my words as the tears poured down my cheeks. This was the closest I have ever been to her since my birth, an image I strangely still hold in my mind. It was her smiling at me, speaking my name, "It's me, it's your son."

I know an answer is not something I would ever get, the luxury of hearing her voice in person is not something I can have. But I would give anything to have it, to just have a single moment with her.

"If you're around, if you can hear me, I love you. I may not know you, but I love you so much." This was it, this was all I wanted, and the risk was worth it. I stayed there for what felt like hours, crying on a cold slab of cement, wishing it was her warmth instead.

Then I heard it, footsteps echoing from the door behind me. Someone was coming down here and there was only one person it could be... he must've gotten back earlier than I anticipated.

I quickly pulled myself together and hid behind one of the many statues in the room. All of them resembled her, this place was practically a shrine for her. Even the statues had flowers wrapped around them, ones that I had been told were her favorite, and they looked fresh too — like he changes them weekly.

I made sure I was as far away from him as possible while hiding my presence that I prayed he hadn't already felt. Moments passed and the echoing got louder before the door was pushed open softly, and closed the same way.

I peaked from around the statue and my breath hitched in my throat when I saw him and heard him. In all his black armor, he stood tall with his head tilted down, making it clear that his eyes and attention was on the stone casket. I watched as he raised his gloved hand and ran his touch along the stone figurine's cheek.

And he never said a word.

He remained staring down at her in silence, and it lasted for well over five minutes. Then what he did next took me by surprise — he brought his hands to the bottom of his black helmet and undid the clasps that connected it to his armor, before he removed it and dropped it to the floor.

I stared in awe, because this was the first time I have ever seen his face. Other than a hologram shown to me by my droid, only now he looked older, but still relatively the same.

And his eyes were a deep amber with a red ring.

He sighed to himself and it looked like he was holding back tears, before he slowly looked up in my direction with those menacing eyes, "I know you're there, Luke."

Flash-forward ends.

Anakin gazed down at her as she slept, but only for a few seconds before his eyes drifted up to the closet where I was, his hand slowly going to the handle of his lightsaber.

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