What if The Son Showed Obi-Wan Anakin's Future Voice Acting & Narration: Steven Waters ⁨@bobablackfly602⁩ Discord: YT Memberships: What if The Son Showed Obi-Wan Anakin’s Future? Let’s explore the depths of it in the video. Before we begin, shout out to our channel sith lords: sithlord906, Elizabeth Calvert, A unique name People are inspired by, DanishDragon, Truest man, Lux, Will Moore, luke wright, Galdwin, Lewis Perkins, Mackjack984 , Kalrex Averin, Lord Dread, Devone Averette, Evo , Wyatt1028, Enix Shadill, dom cm, Joshua Graham, tiller playz games, WolfTriggerMan, BudokaiMan 1200, 161 Zeta, and UNKNOWN. We Appreciate you. The ancient monasteries of Mortis shimmer with ethereal light as Obi-Wan Kenobi stands alone in the courtyard, waiting. Anakin has gone to confront the Son, leaving him here with Ahsoka and the ship. The air feels wrong. Too still. Too charged with something he can't name. Then the Son materializes before him like smoke given form, his eyes burning with malevolent intelligence. Son: Master Kenobi. I've been... curious about you. Obi-Wan's hand drops to his lightsaber hilt, but doesn't ignite it yet. Obi-Wan(measured): If you're looking for Anakin, he's— Son: (interrupting) I know where Skywalker is. But I've realized something, Kenobi. You're the key. Not him. You hold his leash. You guide him. You... restrain him. The Son circles him like a predator. Obi-Wan turns with him, maintaining the distance between them. Obi-Wan: I'm his friend. His brother. Son: Are you? Then let me show you what kind of brother you truly are. Before Obi-Wan can react, the Son's hand shoots forward. Dark energy envelops him. The world fractures into a thousand shards of terrible possibility. Visions slam into Obi-Wan's mind like physical blows. He sees through his own eyes, but not his own timeline. The first vision: The Jedi Temple. Night has fallen. Smoke pours from windows. Fire reflects off polished corridors. He's walking through the halls, and everywhere—everywhere—there are bodies. Masters. Knights. Padawans. He enters the Council chamber. Small figures huddled in the corner. Younglings. Children no older than eight or nine, their training sabers scattered uselessly on the floor. Their eyes are wide with terror as they look at something behind him. He turns. Anakin walks through the doorway. But this isn't his Anakin. The eyes are wrong—golden and burning with Sith corruption. His blue lightsaber hums in his hand. The vision shifts violently. Across the galaxy, Jedi begin to die. On Mygeeto, Ki-Adi-Mundi turns as his troopers open fire. On Felucia, Aayla Secura falls riddled with blaster bolts from the men she trusted. On Cato Neimoidia, Plo Koon's fighter explodes in the sky. The Senate chamber. Palpatine—Emperor now—stands before thousands of senators. Padmé is there, watching in horror as democracy dies to thunderous applause. The Republic becomes an Empire. The Jedi Order is declared enemy of the state. Hunted. Exterminated. Another violent shift. Mustafar. Volcanic heat sears every nerve. Anakin stands before him in black robes, his eyes that terrible Sith yellow. They fight. Not the sparring they've done ten thousand times. Not the practiced coordination of brothers who know every move the other will make. This is real. Desperate. Murderous. Anakin has become something twisted, powerful beyond reason, fueled by rage and dark side corruption. He watches Anakin catch fire. Watches him scream in agony. Watches the flames consume the man he raised, trained, loved like a brother. And then he walks away, leaving Anakin to die, taking only his lightsaber as a reminder of his failure. But Anakin doesn't die. The final vision: An operating table. Palpatine's scientists work on burned flesh, on lungs ruined by superheated air. They encase Anakin in black armor. Seal him in a life-support suit. Place a black mask over what remains of his face. The galaxy falls into shadow. Vader becomes the Emperor's fist. Jedi die. Worlds burn. The light side of the Force retreats before an onslaught of darkness that lasts for decades. The Empire crushes all hope. And it all traces back to Obi-Wan's failure. To not seeing. To not stopping this before it began. Obi-Wan staggers as the visions release him. His face is pale but his jaw is set. The Son watches, expecting... what? Despair? Corruption? Surrender? He gets none of it. Obi-Wan: (voice steady) Is that what you wanted to show me? A future of my failure? Son: (surprised) You saw your Padawan become a monster. You saw him slaughter innocents. Children. You saw him burn. And still you stand there? Obi-Wan: Yes. It was merely a vision. #starwars #starwarswhatif #whatif