The two suns were high in the blue sky, burning the sandy ground. A light brown hooded figure stood on a massive rock, stroking his auburn-grey beard. Below him, a moisture farm popped from the sandy, rude landscape. He was once a famous general, a master of a wise Order, the Negociator. Before that day, before their birth, before the Empire. Now he lived in hidding, running away from Coruscant, from this tyrannic Sith Empire; watching over the hope of the galaxy, their only hope, their new hope...

A powerful wind made his light brown hood fall on his back, exposing his auburn hair -that took gradually many shades of grey- to the furious first step of a sandstorm. The sunlight reflected on something really close to him before penetrated into his wise grey-blue eyes, dazzling him temporarily. The man looked down at the cylindric metal piece he held in his hand. Dark lines designed the silver weapon, perfectly sculpted like every lightsaber. But unlike most Jedi weapons, which were more artistic, ancestral or traditional, this one was more modern with its design like the new technology... more futuristic like if the lightsaber could travel the galaxy, the stars, time... Visiting all the stars was his childhood dream, and now, the dream had faded with him.

A single tear slided down his cheek, his eyes still locked on the precious lightsaber, his lightsaber. Normally, the weapon was stocked in an old box, out of view. It was too painful for the wise man, just the sight of it brought memories he had tried to forget for ten years. But today was different: it was the day he met him all those years ago, today they would have celebrated his thirdy-thirdbirthday together like we did at the time... Today, he let the memories flow through all his being.

"Luke!" yelled a female voice from the moisture farm, bringing the nostalgic man out of his thoughts.

The young ten years old boy ran in direction of the farm but stopped while he saw Ben Kenobi standing on that big rock. He grinned, his cerulean blue eyes sparkled with innocence, the innocence of a happy and free child. Kenobi responded with a soft smile. The boy waved at him before entering the house. He's so far from him but so much like him at the same time... He was what he should have been... If he had what his son had now maybe things would have been different... His grip on the lightsaber tightened as he put it over his heart, like a unofficial sermont. The words came out of his mouth in a whisper but they echoed in the land, sealed them together for ever:

"I swear to you that I will keep him safe. I know it's what you would have wanted if you were still alive. I swear to you, brother, that I will protect him from the Empire, from Vader... You have my word. I will protect him, in your honor."