THE CHOSEN.

Darvin Skywalker, Anakin's twin brother, he is left for dead as a baby and then ends up being raised by the Sith. However despite enduring a life of pain and cruelty, Darvin repeatedly refuses to join them. When he is 19 he escapes. Set during AOTC

PROLOGUE.

The old lady walked slowly, her cloak pulled tight around her shoulders; her head lowered as she walked into the wind. The sandstorm had hit before she'd gotten in doors, now she could barely see her hand in front of her face.

A sound made her pause, soft, barely audible over the wind, yet unmistakable; the sound of a baby crying. It came again, the sound weak and desperate. She walked towards the sound until she reached its origin, she felt her heart clench; the baby was alone, left for dead.

Lifting the tiny baby into her arms, she snuggled him closer to her chest. "There now little one," wrapping him in the folds of her cloak, she turned towards home, "You're safe now."

Seven Years Later.

He laughed happily, the sound bringing a smile to her lips. "Darvin, don't run too far!" He almost always got carried away and ran too far when they went for their morning walk, he needed to learn to be careful.

The blonde haired boy turned and waved delightedly, "I won't Mom!"

Mom. That one syllable always made her smile, they both knew the truth; she wasn't his real Mom, but she was the only family he had.

Shaking her head as he ran ahead she smiled, he was her true happiness, she had lost so much in her life, he had made her whole again. It was hard not to love him on sight, he was warm and caring, and so happy, it was infectious.

His cry was the first sign of danger. Looking up she saw the black robed men chasing him as he ran towards her, running forward she tried to reach him; tried to save her son.

"Mom no!"

he froze, staring somewhere over her shoulder; before she could turn, something searing hot ran through her. Looking down she was the glowing red end of a light saber protruding from her chest.

"Mom!"

Darvin's cry made her look up as her legs gave way, his wide, horror filled eyes as he was dragged away was the last thing she saw before her world went dark and the pain faded away.

SWSWSW

Darvin sobbed as he was thrown onto the ship, his Mom was dead, and he was with the bad men that had done it. He screamed, shrinking away as one of them knelt before him, a hand shot out, back handing him hard across his cheek.

"Shut up!" The voice was harsh, angry. "Don't make a sound, do you understand!" He stared in terror, his eyes filling with fresh tears as his face stung. The man slapped him again, "I said, do you understand!"

Nodding Darvin raised a hand to his throbbing cheek; his eyes looked on the man's angry black eyes.

"Good," he stood grinning evilly, "then we'll get on just fine."

Somewhere Far Beyond The Outer Rim.

He shivered curling into the thin blanket, they'd laughed at him when he'd told them he wanted to go home, then he had been hit, the blow somehow knocking him back across the room as though he had been picked up and tossed instead of the simple backhand the man had dealt.

Sniffing Darvin cradled his aching arm to his chest, he wanted his Mom, he wanted to go home. But he would never see his Mom again, even if he made it home, she would not be there to join him; they had killed her. He'd watched helplessly as one of them had stabbed the light saber right through her, he'd watched as she had fallen to the ground, never to move again.

Sobbing Darvin hugged himself, tears slowly sliding down his cheeks.

"Its ok," the voice came from behind him, arms gently held him. A torch was lit and he saw that he wasn't alone, at least twenty other kids all ranging from his age to at least twice his age were crammed together in the cave. The girl holding his smiled gently as he turned around, "don't worry, we'll look after you. Just follow our lead and you won't get hurt... Much."

Sniffing Darvin shook his head, "Who are they?"

"They're Sith," she shrugged as she stroked his hair back from his face, "and they want us to be just like them."

Twelve Years Later.

The whip struck his back, splitting the skin. Hissing Darvin gritted his teeth, his muscles tensed as he readied for the next lash. It came fast, striking like fire. Darvin clamped his mouth shut and bit his lip to keep from crying out; they would never get that satisfaction from him. His back was torn and bleeding, covered with welts that oozed red blood; beneath them were a lattice work of scars, older ones covered by newer scars that were still pink. The whip struck him again, this time Darvin groaned, his breath shaking at the agonising pain that seared his back.

"Stop!" The command rang out as he stepped out, his black robe swishing softly as he walked. "Take him back to the others."

Two others stepped forward, gripping his arms and hauling Darvin to his feet. "Do you want us to bring a medical droid to fix him up?"

Darvin's head rose, his eyes boring into his; Darth Phobeus, one of the Sith Lords who's sole duty was to turn the 'young-lings' to the dark-side.

Darth Phobeus shook his head and walked forward, his lips curving into a sinister smile. "No, let him wait a few days." Grinning Phobeus gripped Darvin's chin tight in his hand, "and I think you can go without food for a week too, that should give you something to think about."

Darvin hissed sharply as he was dragged away, the movement sending bolts of white hot agony down his back. He was thrown roughly to the ground several minutes later, gasping Darvin gritted his teeth and sat up.

"What is wrong with you?" Leonde knelt beside him, her hands supporting him as he fought to stand, "do you have a death wish or something?"

Shrugging Darvin winced, "no, I just don't agree with them."

"Neither do I," Leonde shook her head, "but even I know better than insult Darth Phobeus in front of everyone!"

Snorting Darvin shrugged, his eyes gleaming slightly at the memory. "Come on Lee, he had it coming. Besides, if I didn't rebel against them somehow, they might think I actually belong here."

Sighing Leonde raised her hands, "I give up, you're obviously completely insane and there is no help for you."

"... Can't find out he has a brother..."

Waving Leonde off, Darvin shuffled forward, closer to the two Sith Apprentices.

"... No one knows about him, as far as 'Darvin' knows, he's an only child left for dead as a babe..."

Gasping Darvin's eyes went wide, a brother? He had a brother?

"... And if Darvin finds out that Anakin Skywalker is his long lost brother, we'll never get him to turn...!"

"Anakin Skywalker...?" Leonde gaped at him, "you're Anakin Skywalker's brother." Then she grinned, her eyes gleaming. "Darvin, you've got family!"

Biting his lip Darvin cocked his head, "Darvin Skywalker..." He grinned, "It has a nice ring to it."

Starting towards the Apprentices he shrugged off Leonde's restraining hand, "hey guys, I want to have a word with Lord Phobeus."

The closest, a pretty blonde girl frowned, "why?"

Grinning Darvin shrugged, "I'm ready."

Behind him he heard Leonde let out a choked gasp of horror at his words, he didn't have time to explain as the two Apprentices grabbed his shoulders and marched him towards the Sith Stronghold.

They just passed the ship's docking bay when he struck, reaching out with the Force he sent them flying; all the 'Young-lings' were taught the basics, it made teaching easier once you turned to the dark-side.

He watched as they struck the wall, jogging into the docking bay, Darvin slipped passed the six men guarding the entrance; he didn't have time to be picky, he just went for the nearest ship, ironically it just happened to be the 'Sith Terror' Darth Phobeus' personal star ship. Grinning Darvin sneaked on board, his heart hammering as he closed the loading ramp.

As he took the controls, the Sith guarding the entrance ran forward; biting his lip Darvin pushed the thrusters forward, the ship roared to life, shooting out of the docking bay and into the sky.

It didn't matter how fast they were in pursuing him, by the time they had raised the alarm and readied the ships, he would be long gone.