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Spoilers: Up to Episode III
Summary: A re-vision of "It's over, Anakin. I have the high ground."
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He had jumped to safety, to the black sandy ground. It was solid and firm beneath Obi-wan’s feet. He shifted his weight and readied his light saber. He watched his apprentice, so twisted by the dark side and he felt a sadness threatening to overcome him, and he pushed it firmly into the pits of his being. No need to succumb to weakness. It was almost over.
“It’s over, Ani,” he shouted. “I have the high ground.”
Anakin’s face, once so young and innocent—so beautiful—shifted into that of ugly rage, and he screamed, “You are just like them. You have always underestimated my power!”
No, he hadn’t. He knew what power, what ability his Ani had. His apprentice had surpassed him a few years ago, and he had been close to reaching his full potential when he had given up… to this, this Sith. It was unthinkable for a Jedi, for Ani. Ani, the sweet boy, who had tried so hard and had so much emotion swirling inside. Ani, who couldn’t—wouldn’t follow the rules, who had to bend them and fall in love with Padme, who should have seen that he didn’t need her when he could have had him. And then everything would be fine, everything. But now it had all gone wrong and there was no saving him.
Find him, you will, whispered Yoda in his mind. Destroy him, you must went unsaid.
But Obi-wan knew and yet he said, “Don’t try it. Drop your light saber and surrender.”
Anakin’s rage became a sneer and he used the power of his Force to propel him from the platform, flipping over Obi-wan to the embankment, and Obi-wan had no choice but to cut his apprentice at the knees. He almost stopped at that, but he remembered the unsaid and brought his light saber up and in a blink, Anakin’s left arm was gone. His apprentice tumbled to the ground, rolling—and he thought it’s the end—but Anakin managed to stop at the edge of the red fire.
Obi-wan dropped to his knees and cried, “You were the Chosen One! The Prophecy said you would destroy the Sith, not join them. You would bring balance to the Force , not leave it in Darkness. How could you?” A tear fell down his face, fading as it smudged the grim. “I loved you, Ani, as… a brother.”
Anakin’s once beautiful eyes were filled with relentless anger. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”
It was over now. There was no Ani left in Anakin. None of that earnest young boy who Qui-gon saw such potential in. Ani was gone, replaced by a cruel, furious Sith—Darth Vader. Obi-wan stood and picked up Anakin’s light saber. He should finish this, but he couldn’t kill his padawan. His Ani. So he walked instead. He pushed his feet up the harsh incline, and fortified his resolve with the Force.
Love him, you must not.
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