Skywalker's Visions
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Completed, First published Jun 26, 2026

The narrative traces a different path for Anakin Skywalker, beginning with his liberation on Tatooine by Jedi Master Plo Koon. Brought to the Jedi Temple, Anakin rapidly demonstrates exceptional aptitude, mastering languages and lightsaber forms while his mother finds work within the Temple. These chapters reveal a Jedi Council grappling with integrating Anakin’s past—and his unique understanding of attachment—into Jedi doctrine. As Anakin forms bonds with fellow Padawans and even heals a sick Obi-Wan, glimpses of prophetic visions emerge, hinting at a future fraught with danger and shadowed by the Sith. The story unfolds with a hopeful tone, yet carries an undercurrent of foreboding.
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