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Part 5 – Shadow of the Chosen One “Good does not become better by being exaggerated, but worse, and a small evil becomes a big one through being disregarded and repressed. The shadow is very much a part of human nature, and it is only at night that no shadows exist.” - Carl Jung There the Chosen One lay, still as the waters of the Thousand Fountains of the Jedi Temple. The only signs of life he gave were that of his breathing, inhaling as easily as his exhaling, slow and methodical. Even with his arm paining him, Anakin rested easier than before. For the first time in a long time, Anakin could rest easier than he did back on Tatooine or in the Jedi Temple. Looking at his stump of an arm, Anakin sighed in an amused yet annoyed tone. “May the Force be with me if R2 ever saw me like this. Me without an arm.” Thinking back to it, Anakin thought about that ‘arm’. It wasn’t so much of an arm to him anymore. Rather, it was just something replacing the arm he once lost

Part 6 – Hidden Past & Shaded Revelations “Of all evil I deem you capable: Therefore I want good from you. Verily, I have often laughed at the weaklings who thought themselves good because they had no claws.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche This was one duel that Anakin could never predict he would be involved in. Nor did he expect this kind of opponent. The very person before him was none other than him. He had on a confident smirk, but those eyes of his. Those burning orange eyes reflected the lava that danced in the rivers that surrounded them and the large temple. Even from where he stood, Anakin could feel the power coursing through him. It was like looking at the power core of a massive superweapon. Powerful and domineering, almost surging through his entire body. The two stared each other down for some time, the sound of their blades humming and lava hissing around them. Both Anakin and his shadow stood in the signature Djem So stance, blades high at their sides for a

Part 7 – The Ways of the Dark Side (Part 1) “…creating, actualizing one’s possibilities, always involves destructive as well as constructive aspects. It always involves destroying the status quo, destroying old patterns within oneself, progressively destroying what one has clung to from childhood on. and creating new or original forms and ways of living… Every experience of creativity has its potentiality of aggression or denial toward other persons in one’s environment or towards established patterns within one’s self.” - Rollo May, The Meaning of Anxiety There the Chosen One sat, immovable from his stance. His eyes remained shut, breath drawn steadily to and from him. Darkness was a river that flowed in Anakin, easily and quickly joining him. The feeling was no longer cold, never a feeling that the Jedi associated it with. It was warm and melting in his blood. His eyes opened, the image of the Son standing before him. The smile of the One a smooth and sly one that Anakin