❝𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧.❞
Etta Novak is a gifted young Jedi Knight who's been sent on a mission to protect Senator Amidala.
After the attempt on Senator Amidala's life, Etta meets Anakin Skywalker. The cocky Chosen One who alw...
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𝙴 𝙸 𝙶 𝙷 𝚃
THE HOT SUNS OF TATOOINE WARM MY SKIN. I stare out at the sandy place as a cart the three of us sit on gets pulled by a droid. Padmé was understanding in why Anakin needed to come here, and stated we should go to Tatooine as soon as possible.
I can feel Anakin's unease through Force. I can tell the memories he has of this place are not happy. Anakin stands up and leaves the cart before turning to me. He holds his hand out and I take it, allowing him to help me stand. He does the same for Padmé.
The blinding light as it reflects off the sand makes me grow overwhelmed. In an instant, I've taken Anakin's hand and began to feel the texture of his skin under my thumb. "What's wrong?" He asks me softly, slightly taken aback by my sudden action. Only I cannot speak.
My free hand is shaking and I quickly grasp the edge of my robe, feeling the texture beneath my skin. I'm nauseous. My head is spinning and the bright light continues to blind me and reflect into my eyes.
I close my eyes and squeeze them tightly together as I tremble. I continue to rub the different textures with my fingers, hiding mine and Anakin's joined hands with our robes. Anakin gently squeezes my hand and allows me to play with the texture of his palm.
He spots a Toydarian in the distance and walks over to him. The Toydarian shouts at his droid and Anakin speaks to the creature in his language of Huttese. I move my hand from Anakin's as he grabs an object from the Toydarian and tinkers with it.
"Jedi? What? You both are Jedi?" The creature says in English now. He instantly says that he hasn't done anything, which makes me believe that he has. Anakin continues to speak in Huttese and asks for a woman named Shmi Skywalker, whom I take to be his mother.
"Ani?" The Toydarian asks as he stares at Anakin. "Little Ani?" Anakin places the item he tinkered with opposite the creature. "You are Ani! It is you!" He calls out with a laugh and his wings lift him into the air to match Anakin's height.
"You sure sprouted! A Jedi! Whattaya know." He chuckles out before lowering his voice. "Hey... maybe you could help with some deadbeats who owe me a lot of money." The man cackles out and I take a step forward. "His mother." I say sternly, my gaze cold, emotionless.
He swallows loudly at my cold look. "Ah yes Shmi. Uh... she's not mine-a no more-a. I sold her." He say and Anakin steps forward. "You sold her?" His voice is filled with confusion. My eyes move to look at him softly. He was a slave. I blink my eyes before looking down at my hands which grip my robes.
"Years ago. Sorry, Ani, but you know, business is business, huh?" The creature chuckles out. "Yeah, I sold her to a moisture farmer named, uh, Lars. At least I think it was Lars. Believe it or not, I heard he freed her and married her! Can ya beat that, eh?" He chuckles out and I speak up.
