The Youngest Skywalker

Beginnings

When she was still inside Mommy's tummy, most of the time, she heard just mommy and a cheery robotic voice. Other times she would hear daddy whether he was happy, sad, scared or frustrated, and sometimes other people. She often wondered why daddy was away for so long.

The next time she heard Daddy, he was tired and yet he was determined. About what, the little baby girl didn't know. The next time she heard Daddy, he was angry. She heard her mommy plead with him to come back, but then she heard mommy gasping for breath and Daddy yelling at her. She heard another man yell at her daddy to let her go. He did. And the little baby kicked, trying to connect with her Daddy but she failed. She never heard from her daddy again.

She moved from her Mommy's tummy. The other two were already out. She finally came out and and wailed in the medical droid's arm.

The man who previously yelled at Daddy told her mommy it was another girl.

"Kyra Amidala," she whispered, her strength failing.

Kyra Amidala. Little Kyra looked into her Mommy's face and she memorized her facial features. Her hair. Her eyes. Her smile. Mommy was very beautiful, very kind, yet very sad. She looked at the man holding her, and wondered where daddy was.

Padmé looked at her youngest child. She looked so much like her, and she opened her eyes. They were an azure color, like her father's had been before he had been corrupted by the Dark Side.

Suddenly, just like that, after she told her friend that there was still good in daddy...her mommy died. Kyra wailed and so did her oldest brother.

So Kyra was split up from her brother and sister. The Jedi Master who held her previously landed on Naboo, and gave her to her grandparents to love, cherish and care for. Kyra wailed when she was strangely separated from her brother.

"Take good care of her. Padmé would have wanted you to keep her safe," the Jedi Master instructed.

"We will, to honor our daughter's memory." Grandpa said. Kyra's grandma held her as the Jedi left with her brother.

The funeral for Mommy came and went, and grandma and grandpa set to raise her the same way as their daughter. So she was raised Kyra Amidala Naberrie, with no memory of her father, but lots of memories of her mother.