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The Chosen One: written by Matthew Stover in the STAR WARS Revenge of the Sith Novel
'The Chosen One': the voice of someone who's dead
Obi-Wan's whirl to parry didn't meet Anakin's blade. It met his knee. Then his other knee.
And while Anakin was still in the air, burned-off lower legs only starting their topple down the cliff, Obi-Wan's recovery to guard brought his blade through Anakin's left arm above the elbow. He stepped back as Anakin fell.
Anakin dropped his lightsaber, clawing at the edge of the cliff with his mechanical hand, but his grip was too powerful for the lava bank and it crumbled, and he slid down onto the black sand. His severed legs and his severed arm rolled into the lava below him and burned to ash in sudden bursts of scarlet flame.
The same color, Obi-Wan observed distantly, as a Sith blade.
Anakin scrabbled at the soft black sand, but struggling only made him slip farther. The sand itself was hot enough that digging his durasteel fingers into it burned off his glove, and his robes began to smolder. …
(Obi-Wan) looked down. Flame licked the fringes of Anakin's robe, and his long hair bad blackened, and was beginning to char.
"You were the chosen one! It was said you would destroy the Sith, not join them. It was you who would bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness. You were my brother, Anakin," said Obi-Wan Kenobi. "I love you, but I could not save you."
Below his feet, Darth Vader burst into flame.
"I hate you," he screamed.
Obi-Wan looked down. Vader was evil, and evil that needed to be diminished. Yoda had sent him here to kill Anakin, so that is what Obi-Wan had to do.
Obi-Wan reactivated his lightsaber and climbed down to his former friend. Anakin noticed.
"Obi-Wan," he moaned, "kill me, please! I beg you, kill me. End my pain, please, Obi-Wan. End it. For the good of us all, kill me."
Obi-Wan raised his lightsaber and closed his eyes. He could not watch himself do this. The blue blade rushed to the helpless body.
'Don't.' Obi-Wan's eyes snapped open and his lightsaber froze, mere centimeters away form Vader's neck. He recognized that voice. It was Qui-Gon Jinn.
At his feet, Anakin screamed at Obi-Wan, begging him to take away his life. Around him, volcanoes erupted regularly. But Ob-Wan Kenobi heard none of this. He was listening too hard for his Master.
'Don't kill him.' Obi-Wan waited patiently.
'He will bring balance to the Force.' The thousands of pins using Obi-Wan's heart as a pincushion vanished. He deactivated his lightsaber and gave his former apprentice one final glance.
A flash of metal through the sky, and Obi-Wan felt the darkness closing in around them both. He knew that ship: the Chancellor's shuttle. Now, he supposed, the Emperor's shuttle.
Yoda had failed. He might have died.
But Obi-Wan had not. And now, no matter what happened, Obi-Wan had hope. Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader, whatever you wish to call him, was still the Chosen One. And he would bring balance to the Force. How, Obi-Wan had no idea. But it would happen. Even after Obi-Wan's own death, if it must.
But Obi-Wan had faith.
The prophecy was correct.
Qui-Gon himself had made that known.
Those words of hope.
'He will bring balance to the Force.'
'You must have faith in him.'
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