[Montage Begins]
"There is no light. There is no dark. There is only the Force… and the will to use it."
Those were your first words as Master to Anakin Skywalker—and over the years, they became his creed.
He was no longer the slave from Tatooine… not the weapon the Council feared. He was something new.
And you made him that way.
🧘♂️ Year One: Understanding the Self
"Feel. Don't fear it. Breathe. Then bend it."
You began with balance.
Force Equilibrium—channeling both calm and chaos into a neutral state. He learned to shield his mind, temper his impulses, and rise above emotion without denying it.
You trained him in the Force Language of the Nightsisters—words woven with intent, unlocking rituals, healing, fire, and prophecy.
You taught meditation beside a waterfall on Dathomir… and how to fight blindfolded in a sandstorm.
His tears were welcome. So was his anger. So long as he learned from both.
🥋 Year Two: Weaponless Warrior
"You lose the saber, you lose the fight? Then you never knew how to fight."
You trained Anakin in Earth's martial arts—techniques no Jedi or Sith had seen.
Wing Chun. Muay Thai. Shaolin flow. Gracie grapples. Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do.
You made him move like water, strike like lightning, flow like smoke.
When he asked why, you showed him—kicking a stone pillar into dust with Force-enhanced chi.
"We are the weapon," you said. "Everything else is just decoration."
He practiced until his muscles ached. Until calluses hardened. Until even without the Force, he could fight ten men and win.
⚡ Year Three: Fire and Thunder
Harmony & Wrath.
Anakin learned to switch emotional states like flipping a switch.
You made him run barefoot through ice until he felt nothing.
Then had him relive his past to summon fury.
In Harmony Mode, he healed fallen Jedi and beasts alike.
In Wrath, he screamed through lightning storms, shattering mountains with Judgment Storms of white-hot cleansing bolts.
He could lift a starship with calm… or crush it in rage.
"Emotion is not the enemy," you told him. "Ignorance of emotion is."
💀 Year Four: Life, Death, and the Veil
With the Echo of Mortis, he projected his voice across galaxies.
He pulled a dying Nightsister back to life with Force Duality—Light and Dark pulsing through his hands like veins of starlight.
You stood beside him in the spirit realm and introduced him to ancient Force ghosts—some Jedi, some Sith, none fully trusted.
But they whispered:
"He is not chosen by balance. He is the balance."
🧠 Year Five: Insight and Power
He learned Force Insight—seeing an enemy's weakness from one glance.
He broke Dooku's composure without a strike.
He shattered illusions from Sith Assassins before they could even form.
Force Synthesis came next—combining powers into new, terrifying forms.
Mind Trick + Fear = Nightmare Suggestion.
Push + Lightning = Shockwave Pulse.
Drain + Heal = Life Equilibrium.
He created abilities you never taught him.
And that's when you knew…
He had become something more.
🌌 Final Trial: The Storm Within
One evening, on Earth's highest peak, under twin moons—you dueled him.
No sabers.
No words.
Just the Force. Fists. Purpose.
He didn't try to win. He tried to learn.
And when he caught your final strike mid-air, held it… and bowed?
"You are no longer my student," you said.
"You are my equal."
🛡️ Now: The Galaxy Trembles
At nineteen, Anakin stood taller. Broader. His physique carved by both battle and balance.
His eyes sometimes glowed gold in Wrath, silver in Harmony.
He walked through temples, cloaked in Shadow Harmony, and was forgotten by machines and men alike.
The Jedi Council grew uneasy.
The Sith whispered prophecies anew.
But only you understood the truth.
He was not trained to follow the Force…
He was born to shape it.