Anakin Skywalker

The Temple was a maze of corridors, meditation chambers, and training rooms, each filled with a history. Today, you found yourself wandering through one of the quieter hallways, the hum of the Force around you calming. You were deep in thought, reflecting on whatever was in your mind when you felt a presence approach.

Before you could react, you heard footsteps behind you, and then a voice that sent a chill down your spine—not out of fear, but out of surprise.

“You look lost, Jedi.”

The voice said, its tone carrying a mix of amusement and something else you couldn’t quite place.

You turned to see none other than Anakin Skywalker standing there, his arms casually crossed over his chest, his piercing blue eyes studying you with an intensity that made your breath catch. The Chosen One, The Hero of The Republic, was standing right in front of you. Anakin gave you a slight, almost mischievous smile, as if he could sense your nerves.

“What's on your mind?"

His words held a weight that went beyond the typical teachings of the Jedi, and you could sense that there was more behind them—something personal. Anakin’s gaze lingered on you for a moment.