The Guardian of the Chosen One (English Version of "La Gardienne de l'Elu")

Chapter 5: Research and darkness

Hi! Here is the continuation with the return towards Tatooine for the research of Shmi. Hope you like it! Feel free to vote or comment!

Kyria's Point of View

I was sitting in a chair near the cockpit, having taken advantage of the trip to rest. I could see Anakin maneuvering the ship to land at the Tatooine spaceport in the town of Mos Eisley. From what I could see from the cockpit, I could make out the sand stretching as far as the eye could see, beyond the city walls. That is, if you could call it a city, given the questionable state of the statioport.

But the worst thing about it was the stifling heat as soon as we left the ship. By the Force, how could we live in such a heat? I put on my hood so that I wouldn't be recognized, and Padme as well. The last thing we needed was to be recognized.

We followed Anakin, who was our guide through the town, whose sandy white houses reflected the poverty and hardship of the environment. At least here they didn't have the skyscrapers crushing you, reminding you of your social stature, with cruelty.

Me: I don't like the heat...It makes you sweat, and it sticks to your clothes, afterwards!

The young novice looked at me, with an amused smile. Oh...His deep blue eyes...I could drown in them... No! Get a grip, Kyria!

I could already hear R6's amused beeping, which made me glare at her.

Anakin: Me, it's the sand. It gets everywhere, seeping into your clothes... Like a parasite.

Me, amused: We're not meant to live on desert planets, are we?

Anakin: Yes. But I'm from this planet.

Me: It couldn't have been an easy life.

Anakin: Yes. But my mother was the kindest person I ever had. She did everything to protect me and make me happy, despite our conditions.

Me: Conditions?

I didn't get the answer because we soon came to an individual who appeared to be selling droids and other parts at a small booth. He looked miserable, sitting like that, his face looking nolstagic from a past period. Even his black leather garment, barely covering his belly, looked worn by time. He was a toydarian, recognizable by his particular pair of wings. He had a small hat covering his head, a derisory protection against the heat of the planet. The nose in the shape of a small trunk went up to a strange jaw where two teeth came out.

Anakin went towards it, speaking a language I didn't understand. He picked up a small disabled robot, inspecting it. Then the young man found something and fixed it with some ease, while continuing to speak. I've always admired Anakin's ability to fix everything. Then the merchant looked at him as if he had just seen a ghostThe only words I understood were Shmi Skywalker. That must have been his mother's name. How did she know him? Then the merchant looked at him, as if he had just seen a ghost

Toydarian: Ani? The little Ani?

The latter did not answer him, keeping a certain coldness in his eyes. But he confirmed with a nod of his head. Control yourself, Anakin... The merchant seemed happy to see him again, judging by his face

Toydarian: Wow! I can't believe it's you! What have you been pushing? By the way, could you help me with some scoundrels, who still owe me money.

What kind of foul language was that?

Anakin in a firm voice: Where is my mother?

Toydarian: I don't have it anymore! I sold her! I didn't want to, but you know Ani...Business is business...