The Chosen One Chronicles

By

Nicole

Disclaimer: I dont own Star Wars.

Summary: Rejected by the Order, Anakin is about to give up his dreams to becoming a Jedi and freeing his mother. What happens when an old Jedi thought to be dead takes control of his training?

The Chosen One Chronicles

Chapter 1: Another Chance

Anakin was sitting outside a room while Obi-Wan was inside talking to Yoda about his future in the Jedi Order. He stared down at his hands, tugging at his sleeves nervously. That hall was extremely silent, only a few people walked by, glancing at the nervous little boy in the chair.

When he finally heard the door open, he stood up as Obi-Wan walked out. "What did he say?" he asked anxiously. Sighing, the newly Knighted Jedi crouched down on one knee in front of the boy.

"The Council won't let me train you…" he replied regrettably.

Obi-Wan watched as the boy's face showed nothing but sadness and disappointment. "I'm sorry, Anakin," he told him.

"What'll happen to me now?" Anakin asked.

Sighing, he looked at the boy. "You'll be placed on the next ship back home to Tatooine," he replied.

"B-But I told my mom I wouldn't come home until it was time to free her," Anakin insisted, "I promised."

"I'm sorry," Obi-Wan answered.

Anakin lowered his head and walked away.

The next morning, Anakin was standing by the ramp of the ship that was going to take him back home when Padmé walked over in her handmaiden disguise. "Have a safe trip Anakin," she told him, hugging him gently. Anakin hugged her back.

"I want to see you again," he told her.

"We'll see each other again," she assured him smiling.

She rested her hands on her shoulders. "Maybe on our next visit you can bring your mother," she told him, trying to keep him positive. Anakin looked around at the scenery that he could see from the platform.

"Mom would like this," he commented.

Padmé smiled, stroking his hair gently. "It'll be alright, Ani," she assured him. Nodding his head slowly, he let out a sigh.

"Bye, Padmé," he said quietly.

"Travel safely, Ani," she answered.

Panaka made his way over to Padmé. "Milady, it's time to return to the palace," he informed. Nodding, she turned and followed him after giving Anakin one more smile. Once she was gone, Anakin went to get on the ship when he saw a cloaked figure suddenly standing there, making him jump back in surprise.

"Are you Anakin Skywalker?" the person asked.

Hearing the person's voice, it was obvious it was a woman speaking to him. Not knowing who this person was, the boy just stood there frozen in is place, unsure whether or not to tell her who he was. "Yes…" he answered slowly, against his better judgment, "who are you?"

Reaching up, the woman removed her hood, revealing that she had shoulder-length brown hair tied back in a ponytail and gray eyes. She stood in front of him wearing her black cloak and a brown skintight, flexible body suit and brown boots. "My name is Bastila Shan," she informed.

"You're a Jedi too?" the boy asked.

"Used to be," she replied.

"How do you know who I am?" Anakin asked.

Bastila smiled a little. "Your friend Obi-Wan sought me out, asking me to help you," she replied.

"How can you help me?" Anakin asked.

"You want to be trained right? To have a life better than one of a slave?" she asked.

"That's what my mom wants…I just want to free my mom," Anakin replied.

The woman nodded her head slowly. "Come with me and I will train you," she told him. She held her hand out to him. "If you want me to train you," she added. Anakin looked at her hand.

"Will I see my mom again? Will I see Padmé again?" he asked.

"Of course, I'm not going to cut you off from everyone you love and care for," she answered.

Looking back at the palace where Padmé had walked back then towards the ship they were going to have him board before looking back at Bastila. Slowly reaching up, he placed his hand in hers. Smiling, she lead him over to her ship. "Wow! Is that a Dynamic Class?" Anakin asked surprised as he looked at the ship.

"Yep, you know your ships," she commented.

Anakin shrugged. "I just like this kind of thing," he answered.

"I can tell," Bastila told him, "this is The Prodigal Knight."

Anakin grinned before they climbed on the ship and Bastila flew off. "So…how can you train me if you're not a Jedi?" Anakin asked.

"I know the ways of the Jedi and I can teach you everything I know," she assured him.

The boy was silent as he looked outside. "Where are we going?" he asked.

"Back to Tatooine," she replied.

"I'm going home?" Anakin asked.

Bastila nodded. "Yes, the best way to teach you would be on familiar ground. So this way you are able to adjust to your training and your growing powers," she explained. Anakin sat back, he couldn't wait to see his mother again. The woman looked over with a smile to see the boy's excitement.

When they arrived back on Tatooine, Anakin climbed off the ship. "Anakin!" Bastila called as the boy started running off.

"My mom's right over here," he told her anxiously.

"Patience young one, patience," she told him softly.

Anakin nodded, letting out a deep breath as he led his new Master to his old home.

Finding their little apartment, he opened the door. "Mom!" he called. Shmi walked out, surprised to see her son.

"Ani!" she gasped to see her son.

Anakin ran over, hugging his mother around the waist. Bastila saw the tears in Shmi's eyes as she hugged her son tight. "What are you doing back here Ani?" she asked kneeling in front of him.

"The Jedi wouldn't let me into their Order mom, but she's going to train me here so I can be close to you," Anakin replied smiling.

Shmi stood up. "And you are?" she asked.

"Bastila Shan Ms. Skywalker," Bastila answered with a slight bow.

"You are going to train my son? I thought Anakin said the Jedi Order didn't take him?" Shmi asked.

"They didn't, but I'm not a Jedi, but I am able to train your son to harness his abilities. He will be powerful and he'll be able to have his attachment to you without having a code tearing that away," Bastila explained.

Anakin smiled as he hugged his mother again. "You must understand though, Anakin, your training won't be all fun and games, it will be difficult," she informed. The boy nodded his head slowly in understanding. "You will be able to visit your mother once you have completed the assignments I have given you for the day," she added.

"Yes, Master," he answered.

"Just call me Bastila. I'm not a Jedi so no need for the formalities," she informed.

"Why is it that the Order rejected Anakin? Qui-Gon was sure they would accept him," Shmi answered.

Bastila looked at the boy. "Anakin, why don't you get your things that you weren't able to bring with you before?" she asked. Anakin nodded, hurrying to his room.

"They didn't accept him because Yoda stated that Anakin's future is clouded, which made the Council unable to trust him. They also took his age in consideration, stating he was too old to be trained. Not even Qui-Gon could convince them to train your son," she explained.

"What did Qui-Gon say about you taking over Anakin's training?" Shmi asked.

Bastila lowered her head slightly, letting out a sad sigh. "Qui-Gon was sadly killed while trying to fight a Sith," she replied, "his former Padawan, Obi-Wan, asked me to do his training." Shmi crossed her arms over her chest, lowering her head with a sad sigh over the news of Qui-Gon's death.

"He gave my son hope," she informed softly.

"With me training him, that hope will stay alive, Ms. Skywalker," Bastila answered.

Shmi smiled softly, looking over at her son as he walked out of his room with an even smaller bag. "Is that everything?" Bastila asked. Anakin nodded his head slowly.

"Where will you stay?" Shmi asked.

"I will find us a home out in the desert. This way I can train Anakin, but he can see you as I said," Bastila replied.

Anakin smiled, looking at his mother, hugging her again. Shmi hugged him back, stroking his hair gently.

After dinner that evening, Bastila and Anakin began to leave the city. "Bastila, I would still like to free my mom from slavery," Anakin told her. The woman looked down at the child walking beside.

"With dedication and a plan of how you are going to do it, I believe you can do as you had promised. Goals take a lot of time and dedication to get to. There are no shortcuts," she informed.

Anakin sighed as he fixed the bag strap over his shoulder. "Except, once you reach your goal, you will feel accomplished to know all your hard paid off," she added.

"Will I ever see Padmé again?" he asked.

"If you would like to see her again, same rules apply though. You have to finish the assignments I give you in order to be able to visit her," she answered.

The boy lit up at the thought of seeing Padmé again. They stopped when they arrived at a hovel. "Here we are," she said smiling as they went inside.

"You live here?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied as she put her bag down.

Anakin looked around. It did have a homey feeling to it as he ventured around. "Your room is right across from mine," Bastila informed.

Walking into his room, he saw that it was already fixed up for him. Setting his bags down on the bed, he turned to look at Bastila. "Did…did you know I was coming before Obi-Wan even asked?" he asked curiously. Bastila nodded.

"I knew for years that you would be here," she replied.

"Did you know Qui-Gon was going to die?" he asked.

"The Force is complicated, Anakin. Not everything can be changed," she replied softly.

Anakin lowered his head sadly. "Anakin…" she said softly. She kneeled down before him. "I promise you that you will be great, you will become what Qui-Gon hoped you would be. You will become someone that Qui-Gon would be proud of," she added. Letting out a sigh, he raised his head to look at her.

"I want to become someone Qui-Gon, mom, and Padmé would be proud of," he answered.

Smiling, she patted his shoulder. "And you will be," she assured him before standing up. Anakin watched as she left the room and sat down on his bed with one of his model ships in his hands. He lied back on his pillow and smiled as he fell asleep with hope that he would become what he had dreamt of becoming.

Bastila sighed as she removed her cloak, hanging it up before sitting down to meditate. She closed her eyes as she began opening herself up to the Force. "I have begun my mission Revan, the Chosen One is under my protection," she said into the Force. She smiled, knowing that her mission to make sure Anakin became someone to keep the balance of the Force and to defeat the Sith once and for all.