The sun was beginning to go down and Anakin was finished with his office hours. It was time for a friendly spar with his alternate-universe son ( Read more... )

The fog that had met him when he'd arrived earlier hadn't burned off as the sun grew warmer, and the niggling bad feeling in the back of Anakin's mind hadn't disappeared either, so after a productive morning of traumatizing students, Anakin went out for a quick patrol around the island, Jedi senses alert for anything that seemed out of place ( Read more... )

In his room, Anakin was curled around Rory, one hand on her stomach and the other under the pillow where his lightsaber had stayed for so many decades that the habit was impossible to break.

In his head, though...in his head he was trapped inside the vision he'd had of Padmé's death so many decades ago...She was screaming for him, begging as her ( Read more... )

Anakin sat crosslegged on his floor, eyes closed, as he concentrated on his morning meditations.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

There is no passion, there is serenity...Anakin breathed in and out, centering himself in the Force, reestablishing his place in the universe, then stretched out with ( Read more... )