First off, I want to say thank you to TheRealThing, as their stories were the inspiration for me to take up writing again. I promise that my stories will be more in depth, slower, stronger, and better. I have grown since I first started my profile on this website. So, without, further ado, here is the first chapter of my new story.

Obi-wan Kenobi kneeled in front of Grandmaster Yoda, intent on leaving the Nabooian throne room with Anakin Skywalker as his apprentice. It was the wish of his dying master, Qui-gon Jinn, that Anakin was trained by Obi-wan. In his arms, Qui-gon told Obi wan that Anakin would bring balance to the force, proclaiming that Anakin was The Chosen One. There was no doubt that Anakin's power was immense. The entire Jedi council could feel Anakin's power within him when he stood before them in the Jedi Temple. But the council had already decided that Anakin was too old to be trained. Obi-wan had felt the same way, but his heart had softened since then. The death of his master made Obi-wan realize that Qui-gon was right. Anakin needed to be trained. It was his duty to his fallen master.

"Master Yoda. I've come to you about Anakin." Obi wan stated, his eyes fixated on Yoda as Yoda hobbled around Obi-wan.

"Decided this already, the council has. Trained, the boy will be not." Yoda gruffed, annoyed that the newly Knighted Jedi was seemingly out of line. "Too old he is. Too many attachments he holds."

"Master Yoda, I promised Qui-gon that I would train Anakin. The boy has so much potential and has sacrificed so much already to be here. It would be cruel to deny him now."

"Clouded the boy's future is. Too much of a risk, for the council to take. Much like your late master, you are. A shame. " Yoda stated, shaking his head. Yoda was deeply saddened by the death of Qui-gon, he was a good Jedi. But Qui-gon's views were radical and he was always fighting with the Jedi Council. Qui-gon would have been on the Jedi Council if it was not for his rebelliousness and disrespect for the Jedi Code and tradition. Yoda turned to Obi-wan, sensing anger slightly swell within the Jedi.

"I will train Anakin Master. With or without the Council permission." said Obi-wan, his voice unwavering and firm. Anakin's future depended on this moment. Obi-wan would not allow Qui-gon's dying wish to be denied.

Master Yoda though, was shocked by this bold statement from the young Jedi Knight. Obi-wan was similar to Qui-gon. The rebelliousness, the disregard for the Council's authority. Should Kenobi be allowed to continue with this, he would inspire other young Jedi to be like him, like Qui-gon. Yoda would not let that happen. He put two hands on his glimmer stick and stared straight at Obi-wan. "Knight Kenobi, understand your promise to your master, I do. But be trained, the boy will not. Train him, you will not. Return home he shall."

"Very well Master, you leave me no choice but to-" Obi wan was cut off as Yoda slammed his stick into the ground, releasing a force push around him. "TRAIN HIM, YOU WILL NOT!" Yoda declared. "Allow this rebellion to continue, I will not! Return to Coruscant you will, but young Skywalker will return to his home."

"Master, you are dishonoring Qui-gon's last wish!"

"Dishonor your late Master's memory you do, by throwing it all away for Anakin!"

Obi wan was silent at that. Qui-gon trained him for so long, preparing him for the trials. Yoda was right. He would be dishonoring all of Qui-gon's hard work. I'm sorry Master. Obi wan thought, realizing Qui-gon's last wish would be unfulfilled. "Very well Master Yoda. I apologize. I will not train Anakin." Obi wan got up and left.

Young Anakin Skywalker stood with R2-D2 in the Theed Palace. The two had bonded since the battle above Naboo and Anakin was hailed as a hero for destroying the Trade Federation Ship. Anakin would never forget the look on the pilots faces when a nine year old stepped out of the ship.

"Where will you go R2? What are you doing tomorrow?" Anakin asked the droid as he looked out a window. Anakin had never seen such lush green trees and grass, or fountains of water. Naboo was such a different world than Tatooine.

R2 chirped and whistled

"You get to stay here on Naboo? That's lucky. But I'll be going to Coruscant and learn to be a Jedi!"

R2 let out a swirl of excitement and his head spined around.

"Maybe we will get to go on adventures in the future! When I'm older, I'll be coming to Naboo more often! It's so beautiful here." Anakin looked down at his clothes. He was still wearing the clothes he wore when he was on Tatooine, the clothes he wore when he was a slave. But he no longer was a slave. He was a Jedi. At least that was the plan. Anakin looked over and saw the other Jedi that was with Qui-gon. Kenobi was his name, right? That's right, he was Obi-wan Kenobi, Qui-gon's old apprentice. Anakin ran up to him.

"Mister Obi wan, sir, where is Qui-gon? I haven't seen him since I returned. Is he okay?" Anakin asked. The older man looked down to Anakin with a sad expression on his face.

"I'm sorry Anakin, but Qui-gon died. There was a Sith Lord that killed him. His funeral is tonight. "Obi wan said. Anakin felt his heart stop. Qui-gon dead? No, that can't be true. "No, he can't be dead! He is going to train me Obi-wan! Where is Qui-gon?!" Anakin pleaded, tears running down his face.

"Anakin, Qui-gon is dead." Obi wan knelt down to Anakin. Anakin couldn't stop himself from crying. Qui-gon was going to save him. He was going to be a Jedi. He was going to go back and free all the slaves, free his mother. Anakin fell to the ground and kept crying. His cries echoed through the halls of the palace.

Anakin didn't saw a word during Qui-gon's funeral pyre. The room was silent, merely the crackling of fire, and hushed whispers from some Jedi. Anakin felt some of their stares on him. It was unnerving. Anakin turned to Obi-wan who was seated next to him. "Obi-wan?" He asked, his voice quiet, not wanting everyone to stare or listen to him. The Jedi Knight turned to him. "What will happen to me now?"

"Anakin, the Council has decided that you will be sent back home to your mother."

Home. Back to Tatooine. Anakin was unable to get any sleep that night. He had managed to escape that planet of misery, his life was going to change, and then it all came crashing down. Watto would buy Anakin again, and he would be a slave once again. Anakin felt so angry. Why didn't the Jedi want him? He was willing to learn, he wanted to help people, why wouldn't they train him? Qui-gon told him about how he would be a powerful Jedi. But he was going to be a slave again.

Early the next morning, Anakin awoke to two Jedi waking him up in his room. He recognized the bald one as Master Windu and Master Yoda. They were the ones that did the interview with him when he was in the Jedi Temple. Anakin didn't want to leave his temporary bed, he didn't want to leave this wonderful planet. It was full of life and happiness. He felt at peace here.

"Good morning young Skywalker." Mace Windu said. "Are you ready to leave?"

Anakin nodded.

"Escort you home, to your mother, Master Windu will," Yoda stated. " Prepared a shuttle, we have."

A few hours later

Anakin stood with the Korun Jedi as a shuttle landed in the distance. "It is time young one." The two began their way to the shuttle, when they heard a voice cry out.

"STOP!"

Both Anakin and Windu turned around in surprise to see Padme Amidala, Queen of Naboo, running towards them. "Where are you taking this boy? I was told he was going to be trained by the Jedi but they already left. What is going on here?" Amidala demanded.

"Your Highness, the Council has decided that Anakin is unfit to be a Jedi. He is being returned to his home planet to his mother." Windu said calmly.

"Back to Tatooine?! Anakin was a slave there! You can't send him there!"

"It is the Council's will that he goes back."

"You cannot do this!"

"The Council has the support of the Chancellor."

Padme was shocked by this. The Chancellor was supporting sending a boy back to a life of slavery? The Jedi must have spun a story to convince him. There wasn't enough time to save Anakin.

"Come Anakin, it is time to go home." The Jedi Master put his arm on Anakin, trying to coax him to keep walking. Anakin's legs felt like lead. He didn't want to move. He didn't want to leave Naboo. He didn't want to leave Padme. "Padme," Anakin said, his voice quivering. "Padme please don't forget me."

Padme looked down on the young boy. It was unfair to do this to him. The boy was a hero, he saved Naboo! And now he was going to slavery. And she was powerless to stop it. "Ani I could never forget you. You're a hero." She took out the necklace Anakin gave her. "I have this to remember you by."

Anakin gave a faint smile and hugged Padme. Master Windu called for Anakin. Anakin and Padme started at each other as the shuttle doors closed, and Anakin kept looking back at Naboo until he couldn't see it anymore.

The shuttle landed in Mos Espa. Anakin took a deep breath and followed the Jedi Master out of the shuttle and began the trek to Shmi's home. The entire trip had been silent. Mace Windu sensed many things from Anakin. Anger, confusion, despair, sadness. Mace knew that he should expect these feelings from Anakin, but he never thought that he would feel sorry for Anakin. Upon entering Mos Espa, he could sense all the evil around them. As they walked, they heard a scream from inside a building. This place was hell.

Eventually, they reached Shmi's home. Anakin entered the house and saw his mother there, who was shocked to see him.

"Ani? What are you doing here? What's going on?" Shmi knelt down as Anakin grabbed his mother and started crying.

"They didn't want me Mom. They sent me back."

Shmi was horrified. Her son had a chance to escape this horrible life on Tatooine. He was free. And now he was back. She looked up at the Jedi Master. "Get out of this house."

"Ms. Skywalker, I-"

"GET OUT! He was free! He was out of this hell and now you sent him back! You Jedi are supposed to help people like us!" Shmi screamed at the Jedi. Mace looked down to the ground. "I'm sorry." He walked out of the home, leaving the boy crying in his mother's arms as she attempted to console him.