"She was my mother."
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*Anakin's POV*
I landed on a clear patch of sand in the middle of nowhere. Which wasn't that hard to find, the whole planet is covered and sand and there are tons of patches in the middle of nowhere.
I jumped out of the ship, the sand flew up into my boot making me feel uncomfortable.
I hate sand!
I really really hate sand!
It was mid-day so the three suns that Tatooine orbits are perfectly aligned making the already scorching planet even more unbearable.
The hot sand burned me through my boots and the rays of the sun clouded my eyesight resulted in me needing to use my hands to make a shadow.
I looked out at the miles and miles and miles of sand.
Rough and coarse sand that gets in everywhere.
More dread fills me at the sight. I hate sand! But I didn't have a choice, this is the only planet that any of us could think of to hideout.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Ashoka walk over to me. Her eyes were glued to the ground and she kicked up bunches of sand with her boots. The millions of particles flew down hitting her arms which I knew from experience really stings. She hissed in pain and rubbed her sore arm.
"I can not believe you used to live here." She said.
I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet.
"I didn't exactly have a choice." I mumbled.
My first memory of this planet besides my mother is of her, a bunch of other slaves and I chained together in a cart on our way to Gardula the Hutts home where we would be made to do grueling labor.
Even today I can still feel the heat radiating from my sunburned skin, the chefs the hard rusting chains made against my ankles and neck with each shake of the cart. My mother holding me tight against her chest. The other slaves crying and after a while, I think I did too. One of the slaves who was sitting next to me was sobbing while repeating the frightening words-
"We are all going to die."
But my mother held me tight in her arms and I felt a bit better. Honestly, if it wasn't for her helping me throughout years of torment I would be a very very broken man.
Or even dead.
"I love......I love."
"Are you having a stroke or something?" Ashoka asked hitting my arm with her elbow.
" No, just having a flashback." I cocked my head dismissively.
" I love..... I love."
"We need to set up a camp." Obi-wan said.
The council nodded in agreement.
"Great we are going to sleep on the sand." Ashoka groaned.
" Would you prefer to go back to the temple and sleep on ash or get killed and sleep forever?" I bluntly stated.
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The Fallen Order
FanfictionWith circumstances not going his way, Palpatine had no choice but to implement order 66 and brand the Jedi as traitors earlier than he expected. With nowhere else to go the remaining Jedi retreat to Mortis where they will plan their return and revi...
