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Our story was a long one. Before we even joined the Jedi order, it all began on Tatooine.
Anakin was a gifted, clever young boy. A peerless mechanic, especially considering his young age. He was as bright and beautiful as the twin suns overhead. His only setback was the unfairness of life itself, bound by the chains of slavery on a backwater planet that had no means of doing such a bright star any justice.
I was a thief, purely and simply. I did what I had to… For an orphan boy to survive the scorching heat and coarse, unforgiving sands. I stole just enough food and water to keep me alive, so that I could steal again another day, and keep up the unrelenting cycle.
When I met the Skywalkers, I had just messed up big time. I was hungry, so hungry… it must have been three days since I last ate, desperation taking me over, when I saw an empty slaver camp, just on the outskirts of Mos Espa, it looked like they had just left, a perfect opportunity, maybe I could get some water and food and get out before they were back, at least my intuition was not against the plan.
I’ve always had a strong intuition that helped me sense danger and keep my nose out of trouble. It was most probably the reason why I survived these last three years since my mother’s passing.
The voices seemed quiet enough, so I took that as approval of my plan and sneaked inside a tent. In which I found a Ration bar and a jug of water. Jackpot.
I quickly ate the bar and drank as much water as I could before sneaking out of the tent. I ran towards the edge of the camp before a female voice froze me on my tracks, “Just what do you think you’re doing?” she asked in an amused tone. “Nothing, ma’am, I just got lost on my way home, but I can already see Mos Espa from here, so…” I lied through my teeth, hoping to whomever could have been watching right then, that she would buy it. I turned back to look at her, only to be met with an unimpressed expression.
“Little street urchin got lost? Poor baby, let mommy take care of you. After all, you look like you could yield me a tidy profit.”
Colour drained from my face as alarm bells rang in my mind, a chorus of “run” echoed in my mind, and so I’ve run, I’ve run as fast as my little legs could take me. But the sands provided no cover whatsoever. I’ve felt a projectile graze my cheek, but I still ran. When I was almost getting into the town, I felt it. Searing pain split my back, the projectile made a deep gash across my back, and I already felt blood seeping out, running down my back. I wanted to scream, I wanted to fall, but I couldn’t. If I just got into town, I’d be able to shake her off. I just needed a little push.
Another gash on my back later, I had finally shaken her off, but the price had been too high. I turned onto a street on the slave quarters row, I could feel the blood dripping on the floor by now; my tattered white tunic was dyed a deep red, my sight was getting blurrier by the second, with dark edges, I was going to pass out soon, I felt it deep within me, I was going to pass out and bleed to death in the middle of a crowded street. And nobody was going to give a kriff about it. This was the end.
I finally couldn’t take another step, I fell, just as I saw, a young boy with blonde hair who looked to be about my age, he was beautiful with his angelic features, this was the angel of death, who finally came for me, I would be finally reunited with my mother again, the suffering would be over.
“Please, angel, take me away with you” was the last thing I managed to say before sweet unconsciousness took me under its veil.