XI - The Chosen One Faces His Past (and Sand)

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ANAKIN SKYWALKER'S POV
Sand.
Anakin Skywalker woke up immediately, the scorching hot sun on his face and the scorching hot sand to his back. He drowsily got to his feet, groaning and aggressively shoving the sand off of his Jedi robes. All about him, as far as the eye could see (and as far as he could sense) were sand dunes galore. He was taken back to the scene of his mother's death, the feeling of burying her corpse in the hot sand outside of the Lars' homestead. His anger rose and he yelled.
Anakin hated sand, but after the Clone Wars started, his hatred of it had only gotten worse because now, instead of the memories of annoying sand storms and his life as a slave, he was reminded of the death of his mother. It never stopped haunting him, as if some thing in his mind were mocking him for letting her die, telling him he'd let all that were close to him die.
He heard Obi-Wan's voice in his mind, "Calm down, Anakin. Relax. Think."
Anakin's anger subsided and he meditated for a short while. This is not Tatooine, he thought to himself, eyes still closed. This is somewhere else. But. . .where? He immediately remembered where he had been prior. He, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka had been sent by the Jedi Council to the Chrelythiumn system to investigate a distress signal — but not just any distress signal; a two-thousand-year-old Jedi distress code. They rendezvoused with Captain Rex. . .or didn't they?
No, Anakin thought. There was. . .something there. The memories came flooding back. They had contacted Rex, who was at the exact same coordinates as they were — only he was nowhere to be seen. Anakin had experienced a few hiccups with plotting coordinates over the years, but not Rex. He was too precise. All the clones were.
The monolith.
A large object in space, cutting through the cosmos like a dagger, searing into their thoughts, shutting down their ship, and then. . .light.
And now Anakin was here, on some planet he didn't recognize. No ship. No Obi-Wan. No Ahsoka. Just the Chosen One and his lightsaber, amidst a never-ending desert of sand and confusion.

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