Star Wars: The Chosen One || An Anakin Skywalker Story [COMPLETED]

Two || The New Chosen One

Kyla's POV

I've been here for as long as I can remember. I've been here since birth actually, like my brother and father before me. We have lived here, worked here, thrived here - and since my mother was killed before our own young eyes, my brother and I have been working twice as hard to leave this filthy hell-hole. Others call this place a home; we call it a planet of slaves. This distraught planet is called Tatooine.

We are slaves on this planet; my brother Desmond and I since birth, my father since he married my mother and was brought from his home planet of Naboo to Tatooine to be held as a slave. As punishment to the new slave, years after my brother and I were born, my mother was slaughtered right in front of us. I still hear her final screams in my mind sometimes.

My brother, father and I belong to a fat old creature by the name of Gibius the Hutt. He's a gross-looking thing that hovers a foot above the ground on insect wings bigger than his head. He's a sickly green color with eyes that stab right through my soul every time they look upon me, and a snout I can see for miles on end it's that gnarly and huge. I consider myself to be nice to him, though. He owns my family, after all. And there's no way we're ever leaving this place.

My work begins at sunup and every morning I'm instructed to head down to the cantina Gibius owns and take orders for a few hours. My brother works at the pod-racing shop a few doors down, and sometimes when Gibius is over there with him I hear my brother being hit with metal contraptions followed by his yells of pain. In all honesty, Des can be rude to that...thing sometimes but, he doesn't deserve to be hit like that.

Today it's the same as any other. I must go down to the cantina and take orders, listen to the small-talk between galactic creatures from all over the galaxy, get yelled at by a random customer who doesn't appreciate all the work I've been doing and, most importantly, I get to hear about the Jedi.

"Jedi" is not a word that's mentioned frequently on Tatooine. It's almost... forbidden. As often as I try to mention the Jedi to my family, they put it off and pretend as though I said nothing. I never say anything in front of Gibius, as I'm desperately afraid of being hit like my father and brother. Of course I've been hit, but I like to lessen my beatings as much as possible.

Anyways, the Jedi Knights are an alliance of men and the occasional woman brought together by one connection: a level of energy called the Force. I've always been so interested in the Jedi; my father has a collection of things from Naboo having to do with the Jedi that he snuck on Tatooine long ago. Ever since he gave me the small assortment, I've been deeply intrigued by the Jedi Knights and the Force.

"Would you shut up already? You're never going to be a Jedi," Des says to me sometimes over small conversations I try and urge about them. I shake it off, because that wasn't my goal. I don't intend to be a Jedi; I intend to get off this planet. Des, being the sad-sack he is, always puts me down and reminds me we're forever slaves. He doesn't call it "putting me down," he calls it "facing reality." In some cases, I believe him. I know we're forever slaves.

Other times, I like to think otherwise.

Back to today, anyways. I'm serving drinks behind the bar at the cantina like always. Sliding dishes down the row, screaming out for who has a certain drink, getting hit on by gross older men, and waiting for anything exciting to happen. Yet, nothing ever does. Until Gibius walks in, surprisingly not relying on his wings for this grand entrance.

"Girl," he croaks, motioning at me. I stop dead in my tracks after sliding a tall drink down to a bearded slug-looking creature. I look Gibius in his beady eyes and wait for him to respond. English is not ordinarily his first language, and I couldn't care less what actually is.