THE PROPHECY ,

THERE  HE  WAS  NOW .  Would  this  be  goodbye ?  heart  racing  out  of  his  chest ,  he  could  not  settle ,  he  could  not  REST .  He  watched  them .  Ahsoka  Tano  &  the  child  he  cared  for .  The  child  …  HIS  SON ,  by  creed .  This  had  been  the  mission ,  right ?  soon ,  he  would  say  goodbye  and  leave  the  child  in  the  hands  of  his  own  kind .  He ,  a  Mandalorian  could  never  help  the  child  like  the  JEDI  could ,  sorcerers .  Every  now  &  then ,  he  looked  over  to  them ,  sitting  there  by  the  fire .  He  did  not  understand  what  was  going  on  between  the  two  of  them ,  BUT  HE  FIGURED …  it  was  not  his  place  to  understand  either .  Mandalorian  was  simply  WORRIED …  worried  about  his  foundling .  Kept  pacing  back  &  forth  through  the  woods ,  his  hand  always  ready  to  draw  the  blaster  attached  to  his  hip  if  he  had  to .  

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐍, from one end of the galaxy to the other. she had a set goal in mind ; to locate a former ally of his. both during the days of light and the days of dark. he was providing help whenever need be, but the padawan had made it clear that this was something she had to do on her own ; and who was anakin to interject? he wasn’t her master — not anymore. so much time had passed since those times, she was older now, more independent . . . living a life built on the consequences of his decisions. he was stardust in the air, watching the togruta speak to the creature that resembled a smaller . . . and quite frankly more cuter version of master yoda.

the  way  the  other  smiled  was  something  the  young  Cadet  could  only  mirror .  He  too  gave  the  visitor  a  bright  smile ,  childlike  innocence  in  every  fibre  of  his  being ,  eyes  glimmering  with  childish  excitement .  HE  NEVER  MET  A  STRANGER  BEFORE .  Well ,  now  the  other  wasn’t  a  stranger  anymore  &  the  Cadet  took  the  offered  hand  to  shake  it .  ❝Anakin …❞  he  repeated  the  name ,  let  it  roll  off  his  tongue  as  if  it  was  the  most  unique  thing  he’s  ever  heard .  And  in  a  way :  IT  WAS .  ❝the  number’s  CT7567 .❞  he  replied  with  a  nod  of  his  head ,  heart  sinking  as  if  he  did  something  WRONG ,  suddenly .  ❝I …  don’t  have  a  name .  They  say  we  shouldn’t  have  names ,  it’s  easier  to  tell  us  apart  with  numbers .❞  &  his  eyes  wandered  to  the  scar  the  other  had  on  his  face ,  hand  slowly  raising  to  point  small  index  finger  at  it .  ❝what  happened  there ?  did  you  get  into  a  fight  with  your  friends ?❞  that  was  at  least  how  some  of  his  older  brothers  got  scars  here . 

𝐀 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 — 𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑,  and it made anakin’s stomach turn. it never sat right with him, that instead of giving the clone’s name, to give them that slice of individuality. they were given numbers, easier to tell them apart the child said. cruelty, anakin thought.  ❛ well, isn’t that a mouthful? ❜  he made a joke, to try and cover up how distasteful he thought the numbers were.  if the hutts had their way — he was sure they would follow in suit, but the slaves of tatooine tried to at least keep some of their sense of self.