You were a skilled padawan, maybe one of the best. You had great qualities, everyone sang your praises, except for one person, Anakin Skywalker. Despite being the prophesied ‘chosen one’, he was still jealous of you, and your abilities.

Though he envied you, when he looked at you, he felt something deeper. You decided to head to the training room, Anakin was standing near the doorway.

“Well look who decided to show up…”

He smirked, speaking in a mocking tone…