Chapter One

The red sun of Amma was sinking low on the horizon filling the normally bland desert landscape with brilliant colours. A toddler sat on a rooftop, flanked by his parents. The trio admired the raw natural beauty of the planet, watching as the sun was seemingly swallowed by the sand. The toddlers eyes were round with wonder as the brilliant colours painted by the sun faded into darkness.

"It's beautiful." He whispered.

The boy's mother smiled warmly at him, "Yes it is."

The stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky; thousands upon thousands of them for all to see.

"Someday I'm going to visit all of the stars!" The toddler stated.

His father chuckled, "I'm sure you will Ani, and I will come with you."

"Come Ani," the woman said, "It is long past your bedtime."

Ani jumped to his feet and ran down the stairs, followed closely by his parents.

"When I'm grown up I'm gonna be the best pilot in the entire galaxy," Ani was saying, "And I'm gonna be a great hero and I'll save people and free slaves and-" Ani's words were cut off as he ran into a tall imposing man.

"Hello little Skywalker." The man said with a sinister smile.

"Dylan." Ani's father growled, "Get out of my house."

"You owe us Skywalker," Dylan said, "But if you give us your wife and son, I'll forgive your debt."

"Never."

Dylan's eyes narrowed, "We'll take them by force then."

Ani and his mother are once again watching the sun set over the desert, but it is a different desert and they are sitting on a different rooftop. Ani is no longer a toddler. He looks to be around seven years old.

"Mom," Ani says, "Is Dad ever going to find us and rescue us?"

Ani's mother smiles, but her eyes remain sad, "Your father is the most caring person in the galaxy." She replied, "He will never stop looking for us."

Anakin awakened suddenly, drenched in a cold sweat. It took a few moments to shake off the dream and when he did he saw Padmé's brown eyes blinking at him in the dark.

"Ani what is it?" She asked.

"Nothing." Anakin lied, "Just a dream." He wished his words were true, but deep down he knew they weren't.

The feeble sunlight slanted through the window, signifying dawn. Had he still been asleep, the rays of sunlight probably would have awoken Obi-Wan, but they found him very much awake and pacing back and forth across the room.

Obi-Wan hadn't gotten much sleep during the night and the little amount that he'd had was plagued by troubling dreams. He had seen Anakin in pain and he had seen a bounty hunter out for revenge.

No matter how much he tried, Obi-Wan couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something terrible was going to happen soon.