Chapter 1

Darth Vader felt like he had slept for a million years. A million years that Have gone by in a flash…but not. His usual fatigue was gone. The weight of his respitory system and his helmet was gone.

His first thoughts were, "Blast….I really got a makeover…."

But inside, Darth Vader knew something was wrong. His throat didn't feel constricted anymore. His arm…well, it still felt a little heavy, but not as bad as when he…he….He…..

He snapped his eyes open and with a slight moan of pain, he noticed the world was fill over bright color and he was standing up. Strange. He felt like he had been lying on his back the whole time.

Then, something even stranger happened.

Darth Realized…he wasn't Darth Vader anymore.

His left hand was pale. Strong fingers, short nails, and his hand didn't….

So called "Darth Vader" did have his metal arm. That was the same…..

The male paused.

The same as when he was a Jedi.

He wasn't Darth Vader anymore.

He was Anakin Skywalker.

That very realization shook Anakin.

"I'm so different…this is too foreign to me…."

With the last word passing his lips, a soft, familiar laughter rung in his ears. Not from his mind, but from behind him.

A quick turn that caused Anakin to stumble faced him with his…old…master….

"Obi-wan…." Anakin breathed.

Obi-wan looked Young. Strange. Shouldn't he be an old man?

Obi-wan started to walk to Anakin, almost strutting, but with a warm smile. The last time he ever saw Obi-Wan was when he struck down the Jedi with absolutely not emotion during that fight.

"Anakin…How strange…You look like you did all those years ago!"

"So do you, my master." The words "my master" to Obi-Wan struck Anakin as shocked. The most recent person he dubbed "master" was Palpatine. And even that was a short-lived time.

Obi-Wan smiled. Again. "Why are you smiling?" Anakin demanded.

Obi-Wan paused a mere two feet from Anakin

"Because I know you will be happy when I tell you something very important.