What if Anakin Died on Mustafar and TRAINED Luke as a Force Ghost? Let’s explore the depths of it in the video. Anakin’s entire body burns as he struggles to crawl through the rocky ground of Musafar. Fire laps at his legs and spreads across his body, leaving him with nothing but pain. He glares up at Obi-Wan, snarling as he turns and leaves him there. The only thing Anakin feels at that moment is pain and anger. The only things that urge him on. But as he crawls desperately on the ground, he sees a faint light in the distance that grows closer by the second. The light is nearly as blinding as the lava enveloping him, but there is no pain. Instead, its glow is warm and inviting and Anakin finds a figure standing before him. Qui-Gon offers a kindly smile and holds out his hand. Slowly, Anakin takes it and the pain around him vanishes. But as he leaves this world behind, the entire galaxy suffers, from the citizens who watch the rise of the Empire to his wife who experiences the pain of childbirth until it becomes too much for her. Anakin can feel this pain and trembles, but the sight of his children fills him with new purpose and he realizes what he must do. Years later, Luke stumbles across the rocky ridge under the orange hues of the twin suns that begin to set. His heart is pounding as a swirl of emotions runs through him. All caused by the voices in his head. It sounds like static on a holo-disk. It’s been there as long as he can remember, tugging at his mind and pulling how he acts. Everyone on Tatooine thinks he’s strange. The only person who shows any understanding is Old Ben Kenobi who spends hours telling Luke about the Force. Although he’s not sure why, those tales always help Luke feel at ease, though he never tells this to Old Ben for fear of driving him away. Luke: Why won’t they stop? The ridge is silent but for the faint whistle of the wind threading through the crags. Luke takes a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm himself. He focuses on the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, feeling the heat of the sun-baked rock beneath his hands, the taste of dust on his tongue. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he feels it—a presence, subtle but steady, like a current running through his body. The voices grow clearer. Anakin: Luke…” Luke: Who’s there? His eyes shot open as the air shifts around him. A figure materializes before him like a mirage made of light. The man is tall, clad in dark robes with sad eyes. Anakin: Don’t be afraid. My name is Anakin Skywalker.” Luke: Skywalker? Anakin: Chuckles. Nice to meet you, son. Luke, I am your father. Luke: No. That’s not—Uncle Owen said—he said my father was—” Anakin: Dead. He wasn’t lying, I don’t exactly look alive, right now. I died… a long time ago. But the Force… it’s kept me here, waiting for you. Luke: The force? That thing Old Ben Kenobi has been talking about? You’re the voice. You’re the one I’ve been hearing all these years.” Anakin: Old Ben Kenobi? Never mind that’s not important. Yes, I’ve been trying to reach you, to guide you, but the connection was… weak. Until now.” Luke: Why me? Why now? Anakin: Because you’re strong with the Force, Luke. This is the first time you’ve ever channeled it and that allowed me to speak to you. Listen, the galaxy needs you to save it from the Empire. Luke: No. I’m just a farm boy. I don’t understand any of this!” Anakin: You will, Luke. I promise I’ll help you. I’ll teach you everything I can. But you have to trust me.” Luke stares up at him, searching the spectral face for answers. The presence he feels—this calm, steady flow of energy—it’s unlike anything he’s ever known. He nods his head. As the suns sink lower on the horizon, Luke sits with his father’s ghost, the Force flowing around them like a gentle tide. For the next few years, that rocky plateau becomes their training ground, where Luke can get away from the farm to learn about his new abilities. Here he’s no longer an outcast or a freak, but someone who means something. He closes his eyes, feeling the power following through him as Anakin advises him. This is a routine that they’ve done for many years now as Anakin guides him through the Force, letting him learn not just how to feel it, but use it. Anakin: Feel the Force, Luke. It flows through you, through everything. Let it guide you—not your fear, not your doubt. Trust it. Luke exhales slowly, extending his hand toward the rocks before him. They tremble, hovering inches off the ground. His concentration wavers and the stones tumble back into the sand. Frustration flares in his chest, but before he can speak, Anakin’s voice returns. Anakin: Anger will only cloud your mind. Try again. For weeks, Luke trains under his father’s spectral guidance, honing his connection to the Force. He learns to sense life in the smallest creatures skittering across the dunes, to lift objects heavier than himself, and even to understand the language of #starwars #starwarswhatif #anakin