Breakpoint

 In a galaxy far, far away…

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STAR WARS

After the death of Count Dooku, Anakin Skywalker was accepted to be in the council, but was not granted the rank of a master, his indignation toward the jedi council was palpable, and Palpatine only worsened it. Obi-Wan was in Utapal after General Grievous and Mace Windu and other Jedi Masters like Master Fisto were going to have his little conversation with the Chancellor, our protagonist will save the republic from crumble to pieces and restore the balance? 

O will he die trying…?

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The Coruscant sun was sinking below the horizon, casting the Jedi Temple in golden and orange hues. 

The great chamber of the Jedi Council, normally a place of serenity and wisdom, was empty and silent. Shafts of light streamed through the tall windows, highlighting the circular chairs where so many important decisions had been made. 

Now the emptiness of the room seemed to weigh heavily on him like a dark omen. Standing in the center of the chamber was a young Padawan. He had short, light blond hair that caught the light of the setting sun, and bright blue eyes that reflected curiosity and determination. His figure was lean but well-built, suggesting physical discipline. His robes were an unusual shade of green for a Jedi, adorned with metallic vambraces, a practical and visual detail that stood out from the Order's typical attire in the current era. The design of his clothing recalled the eras of the High and Old Republic, with elegant and functional cuts. 

This was Will Kriss, apprentice to the eccentric Master Eno Cordova. Will had been sent here by his master to meditate and reflect, but something in the air was unsettling. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. As he tried to focus, the heavy door to the chamber swung open with a metallic hiss. A tall, imposing figure stepped into the room. 

He wore dark, disheveled clothing, and his face was etched with a mixture of exhaustion and suppressed anger. His steps were steady, but the energy around him was unsteady, almost suffocating. It was Anakin Skywalker, the legendary Fearless Hero of the Clone Wars. His eyes—normally intense but human—now held an unsettling darkness.

Will ficou paralisado por um momento, reconhecendo o Jedi mais famoso de sua era. Ele fez uma breve reverência instintiva, mas sua curiosidade logo o venceu.

"Master Skywalker. I didn't expect to see you here." Will asked, hesitant but curious.

Anakin stood in the center of the room, his gaze fixed on the empty Council chairs. He seemed to ignore Will for a moment, as if lost in his own thoughts. Finally, he spoke, his voice low but thick with tension.

"I didn't expect to find anyone here either. What are you doing? This place should be empty." Skywalker asked without looking at the young man.

"My master, Eno Cordova, asked me to come and meditate. He said this was the perfect place to find balance." The Padawan said firmly but hesitantly.

Anakin laughed, but the sound was bitter, almost mocking. He turned to Will, his piercing eyes seeming to bore into him.

Anakin, in a somber tone, said, "Balance. You always talk about balance. While the galaxy falls apart, while people suffer and die… you sit here, silently, talking about balance."

Will was visibly uncomfortable. He had never heard a Jedi speak like that, much less one like Anakin Skywalker. But something about the words unsettled him deeply.

Trying to understand, Will quickly replies, "With all due respect, Master Skywalker… I don't understand. I believed that the Jedi fought to protect the galaxy. That balance is what guides us."

Anakin took a few steps towards Will, his physical and emotional presence almost overwhelming.

Anakin, containing his anger, scoffs. "Protect? What did the Jedi protect? They hesitate. They cling to their rules while the enemy gains strength. You are young, Will. You still believe in this illusion they call balance."

Will felt a knot in his stomach, but instead of backing away, he took a step forward. He knew he had to be careful.

"I may be young, Master Skywalker. But I believe that protecting the galaxy means more than fighting… It means remembering why we fight." The young man countered once more cautiously.

Anakin narrowed his eyes. His anger seemed to intensify at Will's words. He activated his lightsaber with a snap, the blue glow filling the room.

Furious, Anakin asks the young man, "Do you think you know why we fight? Do you think you understand what it's like to lose everything?"

Will took a step back, surprised by Anakin's intensity. But he quickly activated his lightsaber, the vibrant green illuminating his tense expression.

Will, his voice shaking but firm, says, "I don't want to fight you, Master Skywalker! But… this isn't right! Something is wrong… and you know it. Please, just… stop!"

Anakin lunged forward with a powerful blow, forcing Will to block with difficulty. The young padawan backed away, his movements defensive and instinctive. He dodged with improvised pirouettes and spins as he tried to gain space.

Will, screaming in defense, asks the Jedi Knight "Why are you doing this?! I am not your enemy, Master Skywalker!"

Skywalker, pressing him with brutal blows, states decisively "You stand in my way, boy. And anyone who stands in my way… is my enemy."

Anakin lunged forward with a swift, devastating attack, forcing Will to block with difficulty. The young padawan kept backing away, his movements guided more by instinct than formal training. Still, he resisted, using pirouettes and plastic movements to avoid Anakin's crushing blows.

Then the Padawan said, "Why fight me? That doesn't make sense, Master!"

Skywalker, already out of patience, lets slip a piece of information he normally wouldn't: "Why do I need to save you, annoying boy."

After the Knight said this, Will, while dodging, thought 'He wants to save someone, so there must be a dark mind behind all this, I need to pressure him to tell.'

Taking advantage of the almost non-existent luck the boy had had until then against one of the best duelists of the order, he speaks, with firmness in his voice, "The one who is manipulating you does not want your good!!! Don't you realize, master? He is using the one you love to manipulate you!"

Anakin, pressing the young Jedi, his voice a mix of anger and pain, shouted "Palpatine is the only one who understands! He is the only one who can help me save Padmé!" He revealed, almost blinded by rage.

Will nearly fell as he dodged a powerful blow, but used the opportunity to twist his body and create distance. He deactivated his saber, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.

The Padawan shouted, his voice thick with emotion. "And you think Padmé wants this?! That she wants to see you destroy yourself? You're not saving anyone, Anakin! You're losing yourself! And she… she would never forgive you for this!"

Will's words struck Anakin like a thunderbolt. He stopped, his saber still raised, but his hand trembled. The young padawan's eyes were fixed on his, and for a moment, silence filled the room.

Young Kriss, stepping forward, his voice now low and steady, pleaded, "Please… remember who you are. Remember why you started this fight, Master. You are Anakin Skywalker, the chosen one. Not the monster the Chancellor wants you to become."

Anakin was breathing heavily. His eyes, which had seemed almost yellow, had returned to a pale blue. He turned off his saber, his hand falling to his side. He looked exhausted, broken.

Skywalker, in shame whispered "I… I almost got lost."

Will lowered his hands, looking at the man before him not as the legendary Fearless Hero, but as someone lost, seeking redemption.

Panting, but with a small smile, Young Kriss exclaimed, "There's still time. Let's go to the Chancellor's office. We'll fix this for sure, Master."

Anakin nodded slowly, the two leaving the hall side by side. The battle was over, but the real challenge was yet to come.

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