The first time they saw each other was when they were only children.

Megara Faline was a girl of only six years when she woke up in the dead of the night in the room she shared with her twin brother on their home planet, Themyscira. She looked around her bedroom for whatever it was that woke her up but found nothing. Her brother Mathyus was fast asleep, he was never able to fool her otherwise, so what-

She didn't know how to describe it at the time, whether it was a feeling or something she could hear even, but something was calling out to her from somewhere inside her home. Casting one more look towards Mathyus's sleeping form, Megara slipped out of bed and padded towards the door. Being mindful of her parent's bedroom as she passed it, the young girl blindly followed whatever it was that was calling to her through the hallways until she was outside in the courtyard that overlooked the sea.

She froze in the entryway when she saw the small figure curled into itself on the floor. As quietly as she could, the young girl crept forward until she was right next to the curled up figure's shaking form. "Why are you crying?"

The figure's head darted up to look at her, and Megara found herself looking at a boy who was not much older than her. His sand blond hair looked soft to the point where she almost wanted to touch it, but what really had her focus was his eyes, ice blue irises that was similar to the sea after a storm.

"Who are you?"

A mischievous little grin fluttered onto her lips as she shook her head. "Mama said I'm not allowed to tell people my name without her or Papa present."

The little boy huffed before looking away, putting his chin on his knees. "Fine, I won't tell you my name either then!"

Megara didn't react, instead she let her young eyes roam over the boy, frowning when she spotted bandages peeking out from his shirt collar. "What happened?"

He still didn't look at her, instead staring at something only he could see. "I dropped a box of important parts in the sand, and my master punished me for it."

Her frown deepened when she heard the word 'master'. The only time she could recall hearing that word was when she heard stories about the Jedi Order. But the way the boy said it, he wasn't talking about the Keepers of The Peace.

The boy sniffled, and Megara decided right away she didn't like seeing him cry. "Wanna play a game?"

He looked at her in confusion as she sat cross-legged in front of him, smiling in encouragement. "It's easy! We just have to slap both of our hands against each other, pull back, slap only one hand together and do the same thing with the other hand! After we slap both hands together again we keep going until the first person calls out freeze and doesn't move. First person who calls out freeze wins!"

Her companion looked unsure, but nonetheless mimicked her cross-legs before the two of them slowly went followed the previous instructions. But after they finally found a rhythm, both began quickly speeding up. Time was nothing to them as they giggled and yelped when either of them lost. Which was part of the reason why Megara didn't her parents as they entered the courtyard.

"Megara?"

The girl stiffened, an excuse on her lips as she twisted herself around to look at her parents. "I was just playing with-"

Her mother's horrified gasp cut her off. In fact, both of her parents had varying looks of shock and hear as they looked at her.

"Mama? Papa?"

Drakon Faline looked around the courtyard. "What were you doing out here?"

Megara didn't look him in the eye. "I-I was just playing with my new friend."

Her mother, Atalanta, shook her head. "There's no one here."

She stood up, almost insulted. "Yes there is, he's right there." When she turned around to show them her new friend, Megara was shocked to see an empty spot where her friend was supposed to be. "B-But he was right there..."

Drakon walked towards her before kneeling in front of his daughter. "Starlight, did this boy seem strange to you?" When she shook her head, he was silent for a time before speaking again. "Your eyes were not your own."

Megara's head tilted to the side in clear confusion. "What does that mean?"

"Your eyes were blue."

The next time she saw him was three weeks later.

Megara was playing hide and seek with her brother when she felt the very same alluring call from before. She looked around eagerly for her new friend, but with a few blinks of her eyes, she was no longer on her home planet, but one that seemed to be completely consumed by sand.

His back was towards her as he hugged a woman whom she could only assume was his mother. She watched curiously as the woman pulled back and looked at her son with sad eyes.

"Don't look back."

The boy stayed in his mother's embrace for a while longer before reluctantly pulling away. He looked at the woman one last time before turning around and walking towards a figure cloaked in black waiting by a speeder. Megara could feel the evilness that radiated off the mysterious figure in waves. She knew right away that if the boy went with the mysterious figure, bad things were going to happen.

"No don't! Don't go with that man please!"

The boy froze before looking around, his face mirroring her previous eagerness. Both children's eagerness was replaced with confusion when his blue irises seemed to go straight through. He looked around him again, eyes darting this way and that. "Where are you?"

He can't see me?

"Come now my boy, we don't have time to linger."

Megara tried again, this time desperation clinging to her words. "Don't! Please!"

The boy looked over his shoulder in the direction where he heard her voice, but kept walking.

She was shocked out of her vision when Mathayus rammed into her shoulder. "You're it!"

When Megara didn't move, her twin gently placed his small hands on her shoulders. "Meggie?"

His sister blinked away the vision and looked at him with wide eyes. "I saw him again. The boy."

Megara pursed her lips. "And I think something bad is going to happen to him."

The third and last time she saw him was when she was meditating in her room in the Jedi Temple.

And out of the two other times she saw him, this one was the worst.

Once everything came into focus, her eyes immediately went to the sleeping figure in the bed. Sweat trickled down his face and he kept viewing the nightmare that was playing in his mind. "Mom... No... Hold on... I'm coming."

He started thrashing around. "NO! DON'T TOUCH HER!"

His eyes darted open and he shot up from bed. "MOM!"

The boy's shoulders were shaking as tears began to leak from his eyes. He buried his head in his hands and wept as the aftermath of the nightmare tore through him.

"Mom I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

Megara ran from where she was to the boy's side and tried to touch him, but instead of feeling solid skin her hands went straight through him.

She didn't let herself linger on this however. Instead, she knelt by his side and cried with him. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

The ice blue eyes she had come to treasure frantically looked around for her, desperation radiating off of him. "Don't go... please don't leave me again..."

But as fate was a cruel mistress, the vision of him disappeared before she could utter a word, and she was alone in her own room with tears streaming down her face.

That was the last time she's ever saw of him. It would be years until they met face to face. One forged by the light... and the other by total and complete darkness.

Anakin Skywalker knew he scared his mother when she found him outside that faithful night, with eyes that were chocolate brown for a few, nerve-wracking moments before returning to his normal blue irises. She didn't say it outright, but it was something that remained at the back of his head in the weeks leading up to his departure from Tatooine.

Along with the angelic-like girl he played with and who's voice he heard in his head when he left his mother and home planet behind.

When he wasn't thinking about his new training or his mother, his thoughts were devoted to her and the visual and auditory encounters they had with each other. He was alone in his cabin of the ship that was supposed to take him to his new home, or so he was told, when the call that brought him and the girl to each other rang in his ear. With a few blinks of his eyes he was in a courtyard, and the angelic-like girl was there holding a weapon he's seen pirates and smugglers trading in the market.

She was sparing against who could only be her mother. Anakin watched in fascination as blows were exchanged until her mother used her sword to knock the girl's sword out of her hand before body slamming her to the ground. She scrambled backwards to avoid her mother's sword strikes as the older woman continued to lecture her. "Never let your guard down! You expect the battle to be fair?!"

Even though she blocked a blow with one of her gauntlets, it still set Anakin on edge.

"The battle will never be fair!"

One of the sword strikes came a little too close for comfort, and Anakin couldn't take it anymore. "Stop it!"

Just as he spoke, the little girl pushed a hand towards her mother as if to push her, but her hand never made contact.

The older woman was sent flying away, landing a few feet away. The little girl stared at her hand in awe and terror. She looked back at her mother, and tears began streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry Mama... I'm sorry..."

Her father was there in an instant and swept her up in his arms. When she buried her face in his shoulders, tears still streaming down her face, Anakin ran after them as they walked away and tried to take her hand in his. "Please don't cry, I don't like it when you're sad."

She peeked over her father's shoulder, but her dark brown eyes were confused when she saw nothing but her brother and mother. Anakin was confused too. She was looking right at him... Why couldn't she see him?

The third and final time Anakin- No, Vader now - saw her was after he destroyed the remaining few of his training droids.

It was her Knighting Ceremony. She was kneeling in a room with the Jedi Council his master told him about surrounding her. Master Yoda, Darth Tyrannus's former master, held his lightsaber over his angel's shoulder.

Yes, his angel. He has heard her voice in his mind countless times, and whenever he was practicing with his saber, it was as if she was there sparring with him. They've been in one another's mind since they were children, so they belonged to each other.

As Master Yoda began speaking, just like the two other visions he's had of her, her name was not conveniently not mentioned. Oh how he wished he had begged her to tell him the very first time they saw each other...

"-by the right of the Council, by the will of the Force; Dub thee, I do."

Master Yoda flicked his wrist upwards, and his jade green lightsaber cut off her padawan braid.

"A padwan no more, you are."

His angel stood up, accepting her burden to the light, only for Master Yoda kept talking. "But a Knight of the Jedi Order, you are not."

What?

On one hand, he was happy that she wasn't yet another sheep to be led by the Jedi. But on the other, deep anger rolled through him because they denied his angel the title that told of her capabilities as a warrior.

"Know what you must become, you do."

The girl nodded. "Yes master."

"A home, here you'll always have, ever should you need it."

Master Yoda then bowed his head. "May the Force be with you, My former padawan."

The girl bowed back. "May the Force be with you, my master."

Vader felt excitement flow through him and the thought of finally seeing his angel's face again after so long. But apparently, the Force was determined not to grant his wish. Just before she turned around, she pulled her cloak over her head, once again hiding herself from him, and walked out of the room.

He stared at her retreating form from the shadows until she disappeared.

I will find you. And you will be mine, just as much as I'll be yours.