The scents of smoke and fire are all that I can inhale when I'm at the steps of the burning Jedi Temple. I have my lightsaber in hand, at the ready. No one has come to put out the fires.

As I head up the stairs, I hear the noises of conflict. Lightsabers and...blaster fire? Cocking my head, I take two steps at a time.

Once I find myself inside, my eyes cannot believe what they see.

Clone troopers are hunting down Jedi. Shooting them even after their bodies hit the Temple floors. My mouth drops in horror. What in the freaking hell?

I ignite my green saber, shoving the nearest troopers away from Jedi using the Force. They're sent off their feet. A low anger begins to bubble in my veins. I'm too late, the Jedi they were shooting at are already gone.

The deeper I delve into the Temple, the stronger the loss of Jedi lives feels in my chest. Each life that gets snuffed attacks my heart. Why are they doing this? Who is behind this? My mind, though swirling, is focused on saving Jedi now. I can't believe that clones have turned on us. The men we once fought alongside are the ones we must kill to save ourselves.

It's unthinkable.

The carnage only worsens the longer I remain in the Temple. Each body that I see breaks my heart, but none of them are my brother. That seems to be the only silver lining in this mess that I can cling to.

No clones attack me, as they don't notice me right away. I try to reduce their damage, but it seems I get to the scene too late. The Jedi are already dead by that time.

The noises of conflict keep going on the upper levels. Lightsabers whirling, blaster fire, clones shouting orders to kill. My mind can't make sense of this. What made them suddenly turn against us? We're fighting this war together!

What went wrong?

In my haste to find survivors, I respect the dead by not touching their bodies as I walk through the halls. At last, I encounter clone troopers searching for survivors. They open fire on me, I deflect their bolts easily. One trooper is down when I reflect a shot back at his own armor. The second one I blast away using the Force, sending him to be an unconscious heap on the Temple floor.

Though the fires in the Temple make it seem warmer, it feels as though the temperature has dropped considerably from the dreadful situation.

My search continues. My legs tremble when my eyes downcast on each body. Padawans, Knights, younglings. Oh, god, the kids. The clones are sparing no one in this Temple. All Jedi must go.

As I round a corner, I'm encountered with a small herd of troopers. They all unleash blaster fire at me at once. Some bolts just nick my clothing, others graze my body. A bolt hits me in the leg, forcing me down to just one.

Just when I think I'll be riddled with blaster bolts, the clones are attacked from behind. A purple lightsaber protrudes from their backs. I gasp aloud as Master Rayna Uri finishes off the herd.

"Holy crap," I stammer. Master Uri rushes to me, helping me to both feet. Though she's an older woman, it doesn't prevent her from kicking serious ass. "Am I glad to see you! W-what's happening?"

"The clones, they've turned on us," she says.

"I gathered as much. But why?"

"No one knows. We need to get out of here, Thea." Her blue eyes are ever watchful. In the years I was under her teachings, never once did I see fear or panic. Today I'm seeing both from her.

"No, we need to help the others."

"Survivors are being picked off."

"We need to help them!" I gasp as putting pressure on my leg doesn't help.

"I will help them, then. You are in no position."

"I can hop on one leg, I'll manage."

Master Uri glares at me.

"Have you seen my brother?"

"No."

"Jedi!" Clone troopers round the corner.

Damn. Both sabers lit, Master Uri and I deflect their bolts while she helps me hobble away. Just as I think we're in the clear, Master Uri's anguished cry rings loud in my ears. She loses contact with me, and I scream as she goes down. She waves me onward, deflecting bolts while remaining on the ground. No, I'm not leaving her.

Hobbling through the pain, I step around Master Uri, trying to pull the clones' attention off of her and onto me. It barely works; I only get one trooper against me. Masters must take priority.

Once I dispatch my trooper, I handle the rest of Master Uri's. Once the last armored body drops, I hop to her. I kneel beside her. Fingers are to her neck for a pulse.

Nothing.

I blink back the tears. She's another life that I couldn't save. I'm gonna kill every last clone trooper even if it kills me. On shaky legs, I stand upright, green saber in my hand at my side. I follow the noises of battle and go from there, leaving Master Uri in my wake.

The noises don't lessen, but they don't grow either. They echo through the Temple, making them sound worse than they should be. I need to find someone. I gotta get them out of here.

My leg wound starts to ache badly again. I struggle, using anything nearby to keep me supported. Sweat breaks out across my brow. Obi-Wan, be thankful you aren't back here. It's a damn mess.

A troubling thought hits me: if the clones are hitting here...could that mean...?

I try not to think about the worst; I need to focus on the present, daunting task at hand.

I briefly close my eyes, catching my breath. So much death...

A presence forces my eyes open. I let out a startled scream, as I'm not faced with clone troopers, but Anakin.

"A-Annie," I breathe in relief. I push away from my support to hug my brother. "Oh, thank the stars you're okay."

"What are you doing here, Thea?"

"I was with Padmé, we could see the smoke from your place. I came here to investigate. Anakin...we need to go." I inhale. "Wait, no, we need to try and help any others that are still alive. We can't let them die."

"What happened to your leg?"

"Clone shot me." I hiss as the wound stings. "It's not as bad as it probably looks. I can still use it. Come on, we need to help." Pulling away from my brother, I hobble-trot down the Temple halls.

As I pass a training room, I backtrack when something horrible catches my eye. No...no, not them. No. I stand in the open doorway, my heart is tearing itself into pieces. All the young bodies...

The younglings in this room are all dead. It looks as though they didn't stand a chance.

But they had to have a Master watching over them. Unless that Master is dead. How cowardly. Slaughtering children.

My legs pull me inside the youngling grave. I kneel next to one of the fallen.

My brows come together when I realize something even more horrifying: this youngling wasn't struck down by blaster fire. No blaster bolt could leave a streak across their body as though...as though...

My breaths come out rattled. This was no clone's doing. This youngling fell at the hands of a lightsaber.

Snap-hiss.

Slowly, I rise, hot tears already down my cheeks. It can't be. Slowly, I turn.

"I was hoping you found out in a better way," Anakin tells me solemnly.

I keep my eye on his blue saber. "What have you done?"

"I've seen the light, sister. Perhaps you should too."

Come to think it, now I feel the dark presence shrouding my brother. I'd been too happy to see him alive to realize it. "Who's corrupted your mind? Are you behind the clones storming the Temple?"

"The time of the Jedi is over, Thea." I actually step back as my brother enters the room. "I'm giving you a choice. You can either come with me, or you can die with all the Jedi in the Temple."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Do you not see what's going on here?"

"No, do enlighten me." I scowl.

"You're on the wrong side. I don't want you to be. This is your one chance at redemption with the Dark Side. Lord Sidious has been waiting for you."

"Lord?" I swallow, trying to hold my composure. "That's what this is all about? No...He got his hands on you. You fell into the trap, after you swore..." My lip trembles. "How did he trick you? Did he promise you power? I didn't take you for the greedy type."

"You can never understand." Anakin looks away briefly.

"You don't. Anakin, whatever Sidious has told you, he's lied to you. He's manipulating you. The Jedi have given you everything. You're...you're stabbing them in the back, literally."

When did Lord Sidious pull my brother to the Dark Side? Does that mean Sidious is on Coruscant? How has he been hiding on this planet for so long without anyone figuring him out?

"I don't want to kill you. I can get you out of this."

"I-I don't..."

"If I don't get to you, the troopers will. They may be just as unforgiving as I will be if you choose wrong."

Of all times, Sith Thea creeps into my mind. She'd love this opportunity. But I'm not her, not anymore. I walked away from that, more like ran away with my life barely intact.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Anakin," I say sourly. "But just because you fell into the Dark doesn't mean that I will."

Anakin sighs. "I was really hope you wouldn't say that. I hoped you'd come back to your true calling."

"How dare you say that to me!" In an outburst of anger, with the Force, I fling Anakin out of the doorway of the training room. I rush out after him, seeing that he made a rather graceful landing that does make me a little envious. My landings are never the greatest.

"Let it consume you, Thea," Anakin says softly. "Embrace it. I have."

"No."

We clash sabers, blue against green. At this point, it should be red against green. Though his eyes remain blue, I see an angry, Sith fire behind them. Soon, his eyes will be as Darth Maul's once were. They will be like how Sith Thea's were in my dream.

The Dark Side has its claws into my brother, and it doesn't seem like he wants to fight his way out of them.

**So if you remember the name Master Uri that was sprinkled out prior, yes, this is the lady who took Thea into her training. If Qui-Gon hadn't died and things been different she may have gone under him for training.

If you need a visual for the one-chapter entrance and exit of Master Uri, look below:

Props to those who know who this lady is ^**