Star Wars: Reforged Destiny

Anakin Skywalker's training had reached a new level.

He had already mastered the fundamentals of Form I: Shii-Cho, and now he was diving deep into Form II: Makashi—the dueling form favored by the greatest swordsmen of the Jedi Order. The elegance, precision, and economy of movement that defined Makashi were far removed from the wide, sweeping strikes of Shii-Cho.

Dooku had mastered this form in Anakin's past life, and now Anakin would surpass even him.

Beyond lightsaber combat, Anakin threw himself into the study of the Force. He meditated for hours at a time, focusing on refining his Force Cloak, an advanced technique that allowed him to vanish from both sight and the senses of others, even from powerful Force users.

At first, his cloak was inconsistent—strong against weaker Jedi, but flickering when near Yoda or Mace Windu. But through relentless practice, he pushed the ability to perfection. Soon, even when standing in front of Jedi Masters, he could erase his presence entirely, blending into the environment like a specter.

That was when he decided to put it to the test.

Deep within the Jedi Temple lay the Forbidden Archives, containing knowledge restricted to only the highest-ranking Masters. Anakin, however, did not believe in restrictions—not when power and understanding were within his grasp.

One night, cloaked in the Force, he weaved through the temple halls, past meditating Jedi and patrolling Temple Guards. His heart pounded with excitement—this was it. The experience farm. Every skill, every moment of training was another step toward true mastery.

Slipping into the archive chamber, he waved his hand over the security panel, letting the Force flow through him. With a quiet beep, the doors slid open.

Inside, ancient texts glowed with the soft hum of holocrons.

Anakin's eyes scanned the room until they landed on what he sought—holocrons detailing forbidden Force techniques, including lost Jedi arts and even Sith knowledge. If he was to balance the Light and Dark, he needed to understand both.

He carefully lifted a holocron and activated it. The blue light flickered to life, revealing a holographic Jedi Master from millennia ago.

"The Force is limitless. To deny one aspect is to deny its full potential. But be warned—power without wisdom leads only to destruction."

Anakin smirked. That's what I'm here for—wisdom and power.

The next day, after barely getting any sleep, Anakin faced off against Qui-Gon Jinn and Yoda in rigorous training sessions.

Makashi demanded perfection. It was the art of single combat, of dueling with absolute precision.

Anakin's blade moved like a whisper, deflecting attacks and countering with ruthless efficiency. He could already see how superior it was in one-on-one fights compared to Shii-Cho.

Qui-Gon was relentless, forcing Anakin to adapt to new angles of attack.

Yoda, despite his size, was a storm of motion—leaping, twisting, attacking with an unpredictability that forced Anakin to push his limits.

Anakin was improving at a terrifying pace.

His strength was already leagues beyond normal Jedi.

His reflexes had surpassed human limits.

His mind absorbed every technique with almost unnatural speed.

And he was just getting started.

While his training at the temple was intense, Anakin had other plans. He needed an edge—something beyond what any Jedi had ever wielded.

That's when he learned about the Ky-burr Crystal.

A legendary gem rumored to amplify Force abilities a thousandfold, and if attuned properly, it could turn a lightsaber into the ultimate weapon.

Anakin had to have it.

Using his Force Cloak, he snuck out of the temple and hijacked a small transport, charting a course to Jedha, the ancient world of the Force.

The journey was perilous. The Ky-burr Crystal was hidden deep in the Caverns of Illumination, where ancient Jedi underwent trials to find their Kyber crystals. The cave twisted reality, forcing intruders to confront their greatest fears.

Anakin wasn't afraid. He had already lived his worst nightmare.

Walking deeper into the cave, he felt the light and dark swirl around him. His hands traced along the walls, sensing the energy of the Force guiding him.

Then, at the very heart of the cavern, he saw it.

A brilliant white Ky-burr Crystal, glowing with overwhelming energy.

As he reached for it, the cave shook, and visions overwhelmed him.

Darth Vader, standing on the charred ruins of the Jedi Temple.Padmé, tears in her eyes as she reached for him.Obi-Wan, blade in hand, the sorrow on his face palpable.Palpatine, laughing, his golden eyes burning with malice.

Anakin clenched his fists.

"That's not my fate anymore."

With sheer willpower, he rejected the visions and took the Ky-burr Crystal in his hand. A surge of power coursed through him, stronger than anything he had ever felt before.

His connection to the Force burned brighter than the sun.

And for the first time, he let out a pure, childlike laugh—not one of Vader's bitterness, but of unrestrained excitement.

"I am going to be unstoppable."

Anakin returned to Coruscant undetected, the Ky-burr Crystal hidden in his robes.

For now, he would keep it secret. When the time was right, he would forge a blade unlike any other.

Back in the training hall, Qui-Gon and Yoda were waiting for him.

"Late, you are," Yoda chided. "Busy, you have been?"

Anakin smirked. "Just... learning, Master."

Qui-Gon eyed him curiously but said nothing.

Yoda ignited his lightsaber. "Then let us see... how much you have learned."

Anakin grinned, activating his blade.

He was only 10 years old. He looked 15.

And he was already beyond anything the Jedi had ever seen.

The Clone Wars would begin soon.

Anakin merely had to get as good as he can in the meantime.