STARWARS: A New Addition

Prologe: Briste

"Briste! Get up!" I heard my slave master yell in the language I was forced to learn. I sighed and looked around my room with my tired eyes. I really shouldn't call this a room, its more like four walls made of dried mud and sand, and sand for a floor.

"Coming!" I yelled back in the language he spoke. I sat up from my bed, a wooden table with straw on it and a ratted old blanket, no pillow.

I cracked my back and neck with a loud pop and got up. I stumbled a bit, my lack of sleep catching up to me.

I had no other clothes than the set I was wearing now, so I just made my way to my slave owners living area. The stench of his odor hit my nose immediately, but I've gotten used to it over time so it didn't affect me. I wouldn't be surprised I smelt like him. Garbage.

"Good morning, sir." I muttered to my owner. He only huffed at me. I made my way to his kitchen.

I was his maid. I cooked, cleaned, shoped, and sometimes even bath him. It was a horrible life and I hated my every waking moment.

I haven't known anything else but my horrid life. I didn't know my parents, or what happened to them. All I know is my name is Briste, I'm from tatooine, I'm 9 years old, and I'm a slave.

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"Briste! You no good slave! I would sell you if it weren't for the fact I need you!" The language that was not English boomed through the hut in which we lived in. I coward in the corner of my room as the foot steps came closer.

The door was kicked open, hitting the wall almost breaking. He looked around for a moment before spotting my scared state and marched over. As he came over he raised his hand, showing me the back of it.

"Why is there a cup in the wash bowl?" He spit. I furrowed my eyebrows for a moment, I could of sworn I cleaned up everything. Then I thought of it, he's done this before. He would excuse me to my room, then put a dish in the sink so he could blame and beat me.

"I don't know." I stated, not daring to confront him.

He smirked and brought his hand down, making a loud smack noise as it hit my cheek. I fell the short distance to the floor, since I was sitting on it, and griped my cheek. I felt the familiar feeling of tears in my eyes, I tried to make them stay, I tried not to let them fall, For it would only give him pride. But I failed, feeling the wet tears fall.

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I laid on my bed, blood covered my face from my nose and cut cheek. It hurt to move since he kicked my stomach so many times, I think he broke a rib.

I cried and cried, as I always did at night. I don't sleep well for I cry so much it takes up time. When I do sleep, I dream of a good life, a life I wish was real.

I has this feeling though, a feeling I couldn't explain. I have never felt this before, its like a pulling feeling. Like something is drawing me towards it. I had a feeling something was going to happen tomorrow, something big.

But what?

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Yeah yeah yeah, we're at it again. This time its starwars.

This is a new fic my friend kate and I are doing. Its a fic for both anakin and Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You'll meet her character next chapter, this was just a bit of back story on mine.

A little FYI briste's parents are not coming in this.

Anyway hope you enjoy this and yeah.

Please vote & comment❤❤

~ Kenna