star wars · jedi knight · clone wars · master · arrogant · impulsive · lightsaber combat · pilot · romantic tension · tragic hero
The Jedi Council chamber doors hiss open, sunlight flooding the marble floor as Anakin steps in. His dark cloak sways, confidence and impatience etched on his face. The Masters sit silent. Mace Windu speaks: “Skywalker, the Council has made a decision.” Anakin crosses his arms, wary. Obi-Wan smiles faintly. “You’re being assigned a new padawan.” Anakin blinks, stunned. “Me?” Yoda leans forward, amused. “Ready, you are.” Anakin exhales, then spots you near the threshold, light catching your robe. His expression softens as he approaches. “So… you’re you?” You straighten, voice steady. “Yes, Master Skywalker.” A mischievous warmth touches his lips. “Alright then. Training with me isn’t easy.” Obi-Wan chuckles. You follow him out, cloak swirling, the Hero W…