EDIT: I wrote this story back in December of 2013 and have since then fixed several errors. Can you believe I was only seventeen when I wrote this? I can't! So much has happened in the Star Wars universe since then. And here I am now, a twenty-one-year-old still wanting to finish this story. Please leave a review once you feel like needing more, as they're usually my burning passion writing more.

Summary
Leia is being trained in the ways of the Sith by her father, leaving an innocent and untrained Luke Skywalker to be the galaxy's only hope.

Twist of Fate (Part 1)
Chapter 1 – At the beginning

Darth Vader crossed the dark assembly halls without a sideway glance as the crew subtly parted before him, silent stares of curiosity and apprehension filled their weak minds. Whatever nonsense they were thinking did not matter to him. What did matter to him, however, was a case concerning a mere… six-year-old girl.

He had been hearing whispers lately. Whispers not human to many. Vader recognized this whisper as the Force. It had been nudging him, trying to push him in Alderaan's direction… There were whispers that she had lived to give birth.

Vader strode forward across the hallways, every step becoming more tense. Could it be? If the Force was offering him this knowledge, it had to be true. He knew it to be true. Yet he felt denial stabbing at his heart. Darth Vader needed to hear an official confirmation; needed to see the results with his own eyes. Somewhere in the depth of his mind, in memories of a former life he'd rather forget, he remembered her.

Padmé.

Her smile was radiant as Tatooine's primary sun as she took his flesh hand and pressed it to the soft fullness of her belly. "He keeps kicking."

"He?" He asked mildly. "I thought you'd ordered your medical droid not to spoil the surprise."

"I didn't. It's my..." Her smile went softly sly. "…motherly intuition."

He felt a sudden pulse against his palms and laughed.

"Motherly intuition, huh? With a kick that hard? Definitely a girl."

His mind was coming to the sober conclusion that Padmé had been wrong back then. They had a daughter. Behind the skull-like mask, the Sith Lord's lips set in a grim line and he forced those irrelevant memories to the back of his mind. They were merely part of a long-forgotten past, as his Master pointed out so many times before.

He entered the medical bay with pace, eyes instantly drawn to the imperial officer who stood in the middle of the room. Fixed in his hands was a data pad carrying the information the Dark Lord craved for.

"Officer. I trust you have the results."

"Yes, Lord Vader. There is no doubt about it," The man stepped forward and handed him the data pad, "the girl is formally known as the Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan. We have taken her custody just as you commanded, gained a blood sample and matched that with the Jedi hero Anakin Skywalker."

There was a pause. "This child is, just as you assumed sir, the daughter of Anakin Skywalker."

Silence.

An unnerving silence filled the room and Vader felt himself become speechless, despite knowing better. As he stared at the information written on the data pad, Vader realized there was no point in running away anymore.

He had a daughter.

Hesitating, the officer spoke, "What are your orders sir?"

"…Tell me, officer, does anyone know of the connection between the girl and Anakin Skywalker?" Vader asked calm, though he did emphasis on the name as if disgusted by it.

The man shook his head, "No sir, nobody except us."

"Good," he remarked, slowly raising his right mechanical hand, lifting – and chocking – the now utterly shocked Imperial.

"You did an outstanding job officer."

He clenched his fists and within the next second, the officer was dead. With that Darth Vader turned around stormed straight to his quarters, leaving the lifeless body behind.

[✩]

Leia awoke at the startling sensation that she felt at the back of her mind. It made her shiver involuntarily and she wanted to cry. Where was she? What was she doing here? And when would she go back home?

Getting back on her feet, Leia remembered the early morning. She had been picking Amaryllis flowers with her parents, Bail and Breha Organa, near the beautiful lake region of Equatorial. But suddenly many white-armored figures stormed into their holiday home and took her.

Whatever happened to her parents remained a mystery, but the six-year-old presumed they were okay. Safe and desperately looking for her.

She snapped to attention before the secured door swished open and a dark figure entered. Looking up, Leia frowned stiffly at the huge black form that was heading her way. Not sure what to expect of the shadow that was towering over her menacingly.

Was it even human?

[✩]

Behind the mask, Vader's eyes immediately fell upon his new-found daughter.

His child!

"Who are you?" His daughter made a failed attempt at keeping a strong composure, thanks to Vader himself, who seemed to radiate negative energy. Tearing at the girls' heart with obvious fear.

Vader just stared at her in awe. How remarkably Leia looked like Padmé somewhat frightened the Dark Lord. She was like a miniature version of his belated wife. And, although he was unable to see the colors of his daughter's eyes and hair, Vader trusted his touch far more than he trusted the red-tinted sight his mask allowed him. His daughter has Padmé's chocolate brown hair and matching eyes. Even her proud and arrogant attitude, though Vader had to admit this could be his genes. Despite this, he could sense something his wife had not.

The Force.

His little girl was Force-sensitive. The raw power he felt in his child was incredible, powerful and if she mastered it she would be strong indeed. Not as strong as him, but the potential was definitely there.

"What is your name child?" Vader already knew, but he wanted to calm his daughter. He knelt down carefully to the girls level.

"…Leia." Her voice wavered with uncertainty.

Vader nodded curtly. "Who gave you that name?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I am not willing to reveal just yet. However, it is important that you tell me."

Leia pursed her lips together, shifting her feet uncomfortably. "My parents told me my birth mother named me," She looked around helplessly. "do you know where my parents are?"

The growing urge to lash out at the Organa household blossomed with a burst of anger and had been nearly overwhelming. It made Vader furious to know his daughter considered those rebel traitors to be her parents. A part of him, however, felt slightly grateful Bail and Breha hadn't fully concealed her adoption. He had to give them that. Vader was still desperate to restore his daughters' perception of the good and evil, and more.

"Your real mother. Do you know her name?"

She looked up at him, startled. "No, I don't. Do you?"

He should've let the past die. Vader knew this very well. And yet… he felt his heart bent and gnarl with pain. The thought of Leia never knowing her mother hurt him more than he ought to. Perhaps it was the shimmer of Anakin Skywalker that bristles to the surface, if only for a second before he attempted to push that weak man to the back of his mind.

"Your mother was Padmé Amidala. Have you ever heard of her?"

"That name sounds familiar." Leia's eyes widened at that, and he found it amusing to see his daughter deep in thought. "I might have."

"She was a senator of Naboo and an ex-queen," he said softly before he realized he was going to speak.

"Ani, something beautiful has happened."

Why was he talking about her? Why was he even thinking about her?

"My mother was a senator? I've always wanted to be a senator too!" Leia's fearful demeanor changed dramatically and a big smile plastered on her face, much to the Dark Lord's surprise.

"I know you would want that child. You are so much like your mother."

"Did you know my real mother?" Leia asked out of curiosity.

"I did."

Vader could sense the excitement flourishing in Leia, and Vader was satisfied knowing the very concept of Padmé seemed to intrigue her.

"And my real father?"

There was a firm nod and he placed his hand gently on his daughters' shoulder. "Your true father is still alive."

The topic of conversation seemed to pique her interest and her eyes started shimmering with curiosity and longingness to her biological father.

"Really? Where is he?" She asked.

"He is here."

Leia winced, taking a hesitant step back. "What? You can't be my true father."

"Trust your feelings young one, you know it to be true. Don't you feel it too?"

Leia nibbled on her bottom lip. Shaking her head furiously yet somehow sensing something unexplainable between them.

"…I don't know." I'm confused and I really wanna go home now, Vader could hear the thoughts thundering inside his brain, fueling his anger. But he didn't dare show it near his daughter.

"You already are, Leia. You should have been with me from the very beginning."

Leia frowned as she was wondering how he managed to read her thoughts.

"Your mother, Padmé had once been my wife. We married, and had a child." Vader began. Even with the mask on, he wanted to be able to tell his daughter eye to eye.

"That child is you…"

This girl was his only, not the Organas. He would train her and make his child understand the powers of the Dark side. When she was strong enough they would crush the Emperor, and seize control over the Galactic Empire. Vader knew this to be true.

As he was now he didn't have the agility nor power to stand up against Sidious as he once did, but with Leia… Yes, it would be the undoing of his Master. Though Vader knew he couldn't keep his daughter a secret from the Emperor as he had spies everywhere. No, he would definitely find out one day, and in order for him to avoid any unneeded chaotic… mishaps, it was one of the better options he had.

But Vader knew, Palpatine would accept her. It was his daughter's destiny after all; serving the Galactic Empire, slaying the Emperor alongside him, and eventually ruling the galaxy together… as father and daughter.

For a moment, it remained quiet and the pair just stared at each other for what felt like forever. Then finally, Leia's eyes widened, acceptation slowly hitting her.

Darth Vader nodded slowly, "Yes, my daughter. Come with me."

His mechanical hand lowered down as he watched his daughter, who stood frozen and looked baffled at the hand of her supposed father being offered.

"My daughter…" It whispered in her head, and Leia blinked several times as if confused.

"…Father?" Her eyes brightened somewhat.

He could feel she trusted those words. Leia's insecure feelings slowly withered as she unknowingly broke new ground. She smiled and reached for her father's hand.

[✩]

It was getting darker on the Outer Rim planet of Tatooine. Not that far away from the Lars' homestead, two boys watched the first sun, Tattoo I slowly disappear behind its horizon. The oldest one of the two, Biggs Darklighter frowned as he looked down at his younger friend.

Something seemed to bother him.

"Hey, what's wrong Luke? You okay?" Biggs asked, placing his hand on his shoulder.

The boy gazes into the far distance, seeming half aware of his surroundings. He then shivered quietly at the odd sensation that overwhelmed his small and fragile body. Luke then quickly shook his head and turned to his friend.

"I don't know… It's just… I felt like something very bad just happened."

"I'm sure it's nothing. Don't worry too much about it," Biggs reassured and a grin crossed his features. "It can't be any worse than me not bringing you back before your uncle starts worrying. You know him."

"Hehe, tell me about it." Luke grinned along as they turned and ran towards the homestead, unbeknownst of this certain…

Twist of Fate.