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Anakin, having only recently arrived on Coruscant, could not sleep. It was cold, loud, and lonely. Having been placed with other Initiates in the youngling rooms, he felt abandoned by the one person he felt he could really trust after the fight on Naboo: Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi.
While the Council had given him leave to train Anakin, they did not think he was in the correct mindset to take on the responsibilities of a knight. So they had sent him off to another planet to meditate for a few months so he could find peace with the Force.
Anakin had not been settling in well. The other Initiates and younglings had been weary of the young boy from a backwater world, who took to the training like it was his only way to survive. In essence, he scared them. All except for a young Togruta no more than four years old. To her, the new nine-year-old was a mystery and a new adventure. She had taken to following him around when she could sneak away from the creche-masters.
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The creche was not far from the youngling rooms. So, when Anakin, lying awake, heard a familiar voice pitched in a deathly scream, he ran. The Force pulsed around Anakin as he rushed to the creche—not even noticing when a wave of pure Force energy radiated from the room, knocking several Jedi Knights and Masters back as they, too, ran to investigate.
Anakin arrived in the room to see objects flying as the creche-masters tried to calm the young Togruta, her control of the Force unleashed by whatever had caused her distress. As more Knights and Masters arrived, removing the other crechelings to another room, little Ahsoka sat curled into a ball, reliving the horrors of her nightmares—visions from the Force sent to prevent the breaking of the Balance. None of the Masters could get close to little ‘Soka as she wailed in agony at what the Force had shown her. She was terrified.
Anakin felt the Force settle around him, protecting him from the sea of disaster tumultuously surrounding him. As if drawn like a moth to a flame, Anakin, with measured steps, slowly approached the young Togruta he had become fond of.
Upon reaching her, a sphere of that pure Force energy stilled the chaos, but kept them separated from the others. They could not see or hear anything outside of their bubble. Ahsoka, feeling the terror recede slightly, opened her eyes to Anakin kneeling before her, arms extended towards her. Seeing this, Ahsoka leapt into his open arms, peace befalling them as the Force slowed. Upon contact, the visions started again, this time clearer and with powerful warnings from the Force.
They saw battles and soldiers, death and destruction, despair and darkness. They saw the Balance be broken slowly with sly words and misplaced emotions. They saw the fall of the Jedi. An empire built on corrupt power. They saw rebellion rise and fall. They saw a broken universe that forgot what had made it. What would destroy it. Leaving none to mourn as all would be lost in the End, both Light and Dark.
As the vision ended, they could hear the Force, not words really, just feelings. Directions. Find Balance. Live for love. Die for hope. Endure the End. See the Beginning.
A sense of peace settled over the two children as an unbreakable connection was cemented in their souls. Gone unnoticed since birth, the Force showed the world that it had chosen the next generation to keep the Balance of the universe.
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Master Yoda, having arrived just as Anakin had, witnessed something even he, old as he was, had never seen. Something only thought of as an impossible myth. Something not seen since the birth of their universe. The Force, guiding him to recognize the importance of the event, led him to send all but the others on the Council away.
Master Windu, having seen the look on Yoda’s face and felt the burst of Force earlier, instantly became apprehensive of what was to come. Once alone, the Masters realized that in the chaos and calming, the two young Jedi had fallen asleep still curled together, unaware that the fate of the universe now rested in their small hands.
Master Yoda broke the silent tension of the room with one quiet word: “Dyad.”
The other Masters looked at him in varying states of awe, horror, skepticism, concern, hope, and contemplation. A Force dyad was rare, the last one occurring when Yoda had been a padawan himself. The pair of Jedi had died to save the Order. The only thing truly known about a Force dyad was that they came when disaster did. Every known dyad in the history of the Jedi had been unique, with little else known other than in all recorded cases, they died tragically, but left behind a universal change. In all of the Jedi library, only six cases could be found. Any others had been lost to time. The Jedi Masters decided to leave the younglings to sleep so they could research, meditate, and counsel together about this new discovery. The only truth now was that the universe was going to change; for better or worse, they knew not.
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Obi-Wan, away on a calm green planet meditating to a pittering rain, was jolted to awareness by the Force urging him to return to the young charge he had left in the care of the Temple. Not knowing what was happening, Obi-Wan quickly packed and left for Coruscant… not knowing that he would be getting not one but two padawans upon his return to an overturned temple with the Masters in chaotic disarray.
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Master Yoda, later alone in his chambers, sat meditating, wondering if or when he should tell the others about the first revelation he had had that night. Yes, he had told them of the dyad bond, but not of the other bond. The one that was so astounding, so inspiring, yet also so concerning. A bond that would not just change the universe forever, but would do so much more than even he could imagine. He just hoped that the two younglings, given such responsibility, would be able to bear it. He vowed then that he would support them no matter the cost, even if that meant the End of the known universe.