TW: Suicide. Otherwise, carry on :)

(y/n) POV:

I jogged down the halls of the Temple, making my way to the training room where I'm supposed to meet Yoda. Even though we're not allowed to run in the halls, I was already late so I didn't care if I got scolded by a senior Jedi. I was nervous for what was going to happen this time or what we would do, because last time was pretty still traumatic to think about. I didn't tell anyone, even Anakin, about the pain I went through during that vision of the past when I was at the training room last time. I don't think Yoda told anyone either because it's honestly not something everyone needs to know about. At least not yet.

I walked inside and like last time, the room was empty aside from Yoda meditating in the center of the room with his back turned to me.

"Good morning." I called to him.

He didn't respond until I walked around and stood in front him.

"Late, you are." He said without opening his eyes.

My cheeks became hot and I laughed awkwardly, "I'm sorry I uh, I got held up."

That much was true. Not for the reasons he's probably assuming, but he doesn't need to know that.

He opened his eyes and shook his head amusedly. I felt myself relax and was happy that he wasn't too upset about it. Since Yoda was my Master when I was a Padawan, he always had a softer spot for me compared to the other Jedi and usually didn't get too strict with me.

His expression became serious again, "Similar, yet different, today will be. Looked into the past you did, last time. Now, look into the future, you will."

My eyes widened and I blinked a couple times, as if that would make his words clearer. That's not what I was expecting.

"How would we do that?" I questioned. "I thought visions couldn't be forced."

He nodded and pointed his cane at me, "True, that is. But, have fears, I know you do. To see a glimpse of the possible future, confront your fears, you must."

I slowly nodded as I carefully took in his words. I guess that makes sense, but I didn't know what my fears had to do with this. What was I afraid of, for that matter? I thought about it though, and realized how stressed I was about turning to the dark side even if it was unintentional. It already happened once and that was bad enough, so my current fears are that I won't be able to keep it together in the future, which is probably what we're going to see in a moment.

I took a shaky breath and sat down cross-legged in front of Yoda, "Okay. This should be fine." I tried convincing myself that, but it didn't sweep away the building anxiety in my chest.

"Fine, you will be." He said confidently and leisurely walked behind me like last time, pressing his hands onto my temples.

"Will it hurt like last time?" I asked, not bothering to hide the fear in my tone.

He hummed in response, "Handle it, you can."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, knowing that that was his way of saying yes. I closed my eyes and braced myself for whatever was about to happen, "Okay."

After a few seconds, he pressed harder against my temples and then my vision was immediately clouded with the same blinding light from last time, causing a spasm of pain to spark through my head. I opened my eyes and found myself not in the training room, but on the roof of the Jedi Temple. I staggered backwards at the dramatic scene change and tried to recover from the sudden ache in my head.

This was so high up. I had never actually been on this roof before but now that I was here, I realized that this building towered over everything else in Coruscant. I could see just about every building to every speck of dust from this view and it all stretched beyond the horizon.

I was completely fascinated for a moment before remembering that this was supposed to be the future. I whipped my head around and looked to see if anyone else was here with me. My eyes landed on something I didn't see when I first appeared here. It was a figure in a black cloak, and they stood at the opposite side of the roof with their back towards me. My breath hitched in my throat; partly from surprise but also because I felt a pang in my chest as soon as I looked at the figure. But it wasn't just physical pain. I felt intense sorrow and despair fill up every inch of my lungs until I thought they would implode. I could feel my heart physically breaking if that was even possible, and I put both my hands to my chest as if that would make it better.

My breathing became shorter and quicker, and I felt like I was gradually losing air from the grieving pains that burned inside of me.

"Your emotions are....intoxicating." The figure suddenly spoke.

It was a man, I could tell. His voice sounded old and sinister, as if he was planning to take over the world. The feeling in my gut instantly told me that he was evil, and I knew it had something to do with the deep anguish I felt in my chest.

"Who are you?" I coughed out, still holding my chest.

He chuckled and ignored my question, "I'm here to help you, my darling. That raging darkness inside of you is a liability; a catalyst that will spread like wildfire unless it is put out."

His voice darkened at his last words and it sent shivers down my spine. How did he know about the darkness? As far as I knew, only the Jedi were aware of the prophecy and I know that whoever this is, is not a Jedi.

"How do you know that?" I questioned, not taking my eyes off of him in case he tried anything.

He didn't respond for about ten seconds, and then did a slow one-eighty to turn towards me. My eyes widened when I saw him. His pale skin looked so old and saggy, as if he was over 1000 years of age. But what stuck out to me the most were his eyes. They were a bright amber color with blood red rings around them.

Just like how mine look, sometimes....

His stare alone sent another harsh wave of trauma and agony into my lungs, and I staggered backwards. But it was different than when I first looked at him. This time, I also felt a familiar freezing fire coursing through every vein and bone in my body. I was surprised that I hadn't exploded yet, because that's what it felt like would happen as each second passed. I gasped for air even though I wasn't losing any, but every sensation in my chest traveled all the way up to my neck and it felt as if all of my oxygen was being ripped away from me.

"I know a lot of things, my dear." At this point he started slowly walking towards me. "I know that someone like you is not supposed to exist. You could potentially be too dangerous for the world, if your emotions keep getting out of hand."

I laughed in disbelief, but it caused my chest to hurt more so I coughed again. "Excuse you? You can't just tell me that I'm not supposed to exist."

Seriously, who is this guy?

He got closer to me and I backed up until my heels met the edge of the building, and he stood a few feet in front of me.

Once again, he ignored my last statement, "Darkness will not bring balance to the force. Only light can accomplish such a thing. You'd be a fool to think otherwise."

The freezing fire suddenly turned completely cold. My entire body froze as if it was made of ice and my heartbeat ceased for a moment. The physical pain was still there, but it was enhanced by the peculiar sorrow that still lingered in my chest. I realized then that using the dark side wasn't just succumbing to anger; it was letting any negative emotion cloud your judgment. The immense sadness and gloom that spiraled through my aching bones was actually pushing me to listen to this guy.

I didn't want to though. Why should I? He's probably just an old creep who likes to make others miserable. But at the same time, how did he know all of this? I wanted to ask him again, but the next words that came out were not the ones that I wanted to say.

"What should I do, then?"

Why are you listening to this guy? He doesn't know what he's saying!

He smiled wickedly and stepped closer, "I am delighted that you asked. Like I mentioned before, the darkness is like a wildfire that must be put out. And that is something only you can do."

Tell him that he's just talking nonsense. Say that darkness and light together will bring balance.

But I didn't say anything. I wanted to, but I couldn't for some reason. Instead I just waited for him to continue.

"Sadly, you are the problem in the bigger equation. And the only thing we can do now is eliminate the problem."

He stepped closer to me and my heels started to hover off the edge of the building. My lips felt so cold and dead that I was convinced they were blue now.

His smile widened which was even more terrifying, "Jump."

No! Enough is enough, he's trying to mess with your mind.

At this point I knew when my face and eyes started to change. I could start to feel my veins protruding and my eyes burning coldly, signaling that their color was changing like how his looked. Why did I look like him? There must be a reason for it but I still had no idea who he was.

I thought by now I'd be listening to the voice in my head that was telling me to call this guy out on the rubbish he was throwing at me, but everything hurt so bad beyond words and I felt myself beginning to lean backwards.

There was something about this guy that made me feel like I wasn't even in my own body; as if I wasn't even controlling myself anymore no matter how hard I tried to. I felt like I had to listen to him, even though I didn't want to. This can't be what my future holds, I would never fall so far like this.

But the excruciating icy pain in my body kept pulling me backwards until my feet were no longer on the roof.

I fell backwards and watched as the man and building above me became smaller and smaller until I released one last breath, and was blinded by the same bright light again.

I opened my eyes and inhaled sharply, frantically looking around to make sure that I was still safe and on the ground. I hyperventilated and stood up quickly which caused my head to spin. I looked at Yoda who was giving me a concerned gaze.

"No. That won't happen." I choked out, not realizing how close I was to crying.

Yoda calmly shook his head, "Happen, it could. But change your fate, you can. Decided, the future is not."

I backed up and rubbed my arms, "But I tried my best to not listen to him. How do I resist that? And who even is he?" I began to raise my voice.

Yoda nodded and hummed in thought, "A Sith Lord, he is. Very powerful, they are. Masters of the dark side, they are. But with time, defeat them, you and Skywalker will."

My eyes widened and I stood still, feeling my heart pound against my sternum. It makes sense, now that I think about it. The Sith can easily persuade anyone to turn to the dark side, which is what happened to me in that vision. If I turned to the dark side that quickly in that vision, then there seemed to be little hope for the prophecy to be completed.

The main question I had now is; If that was a Sith, then why did I look like him? It was a question that I'm still too afraid to ask, because I don't want to hear the answer, even though I think I know it already. I felt so lost and out of place now. The Jedi are practically supposed to be light bringers. And apparently, I'm the exact opposite.

"I uh, I need to think about this." I quickly turned around and left Yoda alone in the training room, on the verge of tears that were threatening to spill at any moment. Would this be a regular thing that happens to me whenever Yoda shows me a vision?

Because I don't really enjoy going through physical and mental suffering, in case he didn't notice.

What scared me the most now was that the vision could possibly happen, depending on the path I go down. The thought of being driven to killing myself over this prophecy sent another chill down my spine.

I walked through the hallways with my head down, not wanting anyone to talk to me. I entered Anakin's and mine's quarters and shut the door, then turning around to lean against it. My breaths became so shaky that the imploding feeling came back into my chest. A sob racked through me as my legs trembled while I tried to control my breathing. The vision still replayed so clearly in my mind and I could see myself willingly falling off of the building into nothingness.

"(y/n)? Is that you?" I heard Anakin's voice call from the other room, which was mine.

I didn't respond because I could hear his footsteps coming into the room I was in. He walked out and looked around to see where I was. When his concerned eyes met my shaking body, he immediately came over to me.

"Hey hey hey, what's wrong?" He asked softly.

The gentleness of his voice instantly caused me to break down and I shook my head, bringing my hands to my face.

"I-I can't...." I sobbed.

"No no no it's okay, don't say anything. I'm here." He wrapped his arm around my waist and held my hand with his other hand, leading me to lay on his bed. He crawled in beside me and held me while I continued to cry into his black robe, definitely ruining it with snot and tears. He rubbed soothing circles on my lower back and kept whispering into my hair that everything would be okay. I appreciated it, I really did. But he'll never understand the experience I just had, no matter how hard he tried. No one would ever understand except me. And that's the loneliest feeling anyone could have.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked softly.

I didn't really want to but, I knew it would be better than just keeping it in. Maybe he'll at least help me to feel less scared if I confide in him about this. I'm so lucky to have Anakin; he's always been my light and someone I could lean on.

I nodded against his chest and sniffled, "Sure, but I should warn you, it's pretty dark."

(a/n): Not gonna lie, I had no idea what to write for this chapter until like yesterday night😂 But I'm satisfied with it hehe