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

Twenty-Nine || Lifetime In Repeat

Brief A/N: While writing this chapter, I was listening to An Unfinished Life by Audiomachine on repeat. I recommend checking out that song while you read (if you're able to multitask), as it gives a perfect backtrack for this chapter... which, I'll warn you now - is all flashbacks of Kyla's life, yet is still an important part of the story. Hope you guys like it! (:

P.S. The picture at the beginning of the chapter - that's India Eisley, and for those of you who haven't seen the cast list - she portrays Kyla in this novel! So, you could say... that's Kyla.

Narrator's POV

- Thirteen years ago -

Seven-year-old Desmond Valero watches curiously from behind his sand hut as a small blond boy stands beside two Jedi masters, a young girl, and some funny-looking gungan he recognized from his father's stories of Naboo many years ago - his father had pictures and very detailed stories to tell his children. Desmond watched with a cold eye behind the hut, careful to be unseen; he knew they were Jedi, and he recognized the boy as Anakin Skywalker... but he didn't know what was going on.

His younger sister pokes his back from nowhere, causing him to jump. "Kyla!" he exclaims, angered as she not only disrupted but scared him. "What are you doing?"

She giggles, a sound of pure happiness to his young ears. "Spying on you," the clumsy five-year-old laughs. "What'cha doin'?"

Desmond knits his eyebrows and turns back around, lowering his voice to a whisper. "See them over there?" He asks of the girl, discreetly pointing out in Mos Eisley to the boy, the Jedi, the girl and the gungan.

"Yeah," Kyla whispers back, backing behind Desmond to not be seen, "What are they doing? Are those..." the girl gasps, and slaps a tiny hand over her mouth. "Jedi?"

Desmond nods. "Uh-huh. I dunno what they're doing here."

"That's Anakin, I think," Kyla replies in awe. "He has a backpack on. Do you think he's going with them?"

Desmond shakes his head. "Dunno. He's a slave though, Jedi don't take slaves."

At this, the girl sighs. "What?" asks Desmond, turning around to her.

Her big, blue eyes were saddened, and she pouted, sticking out her lower lip. Desmond knew she didn't do this to be 'cute', she did it when she was generally sad. "You said Jedi don't take slaves," she pouted, "And... we're slaves."

"I know, Ky. It's okay though." Desmond whirls around towards the people in Mos Eisley again, his interest growing the longer they stared.

It was silent for a moment as the siblings stared at the visitors, who were talking to one of the slaveowners neither of them recognized. Then, out of the child's curiosity, she speaks up in a whisper. "Can I go talk to them?"

Desmond laughs pathetically. "No, no way."

"Why?"

Being the adventurous, rebellious seven-year-old Desmond was, he laughs. "They don't want you, they want Anakin."

"Oh." Kyla crosses her arms. "I still wanna talk to them."

"Well, you can't," Desmond whispers sharply. "Doesn't Gibius want you or something? What are you doing over here?"

"Watching you," giggles Kyla, suddenly snapped out of her pouting. "And no, he doesn't want me right now. Why would I be here, then, silly?" she pokes him lightly, and he turns around and gives her the 'older brother stare'. She giggles softly, leans in and mutters, "By the way, daddy has a story tonight. About Naboo, the pretty planet."