Author's Notes: This is a Star Wars fairy tale inspired by the classic Arabian tale "Aladdin and his wonderful lamp."

It is sweet, romantic, nonsensical, funny, and 100% Anidala (maybe not but mostly). Rated T for safety.

I hope it can be enjoyed! Please review and let me know :)

Prologue: Tatooine Nights

Tatooine's twin suns illuminated the traveler as he went on his slow but steady way; on he went over a recently acquired dewback, loneliness and quiet delighting the man, his only company being his mode of transportation and for a few more moments, two bright suns, that at that point, barely had the ability of burning his skin.

Night was coming, cool and dark, and some may say, even grim.

Unlike during the harsh boiling day, there was now a slight wind playing with the traveler's grey locks of hair, as he disappeared behind the golden dunes. When he was out of sight, several screams were heard.

If we would've followed the traveler, we would've seen him, sitting calmly over the grainy sand, taking a moment to refresh from the long journey, and around him, a few bodies running wild and scared. The bodies of the people who tried to attack him, and I say try, because not even the Sand People—who had a reputation of being dangerous—had the ability of hurting a Jedi master.

When the traveler felt ready, he got up and got on the green and tall dewback, renewing his journey, till beyond the Dune Sea, he found the hut of his old friend.

"Master!" he cried happily when the owner of the humble hut welcomed him. "Oh it is so good to see you!"

The owner of the humble hut, who walked around with a cane, approached the younger man, who was already quite aged.

He repeatedly hit the traveler with his cane on the knee.

"Ow, ow, oh! Stop it!" the younger man stepped back. "Master Yoda! What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" the small voice of Yoda said. "Being rudely awakened in the middle of the night! That's what!"

The traveler, who went by the name of Ben Kenobi—though maybe it was fake—took a deep breath before he started apologizing. He proceeded to explain how arriving earlier was impossible—

"Hump!" Yoda groaned. "Impossible, you say, Obi-Wan?"

"Yes, master. I am afraid this desert place is a long way from my last resting place."

"When the Force one has," Yoda said, sternly. "Impossible, nothing ever is, mmhh."

"Oh, you know what I mean, master," Obi-Wan said casually, rubbing his knee which was now soring.

He sat in front of the table and waited for his friend to join him, maybe offer him something to eat and drink. But Yoda stood where he was, appearing to be very pensive. Kenobi knew that like himself, Yoda wasn't the most socially skilled of people, but he never expected such bad treatment. To say he is a terrible host, is an understatement… Kenobi thought, slightly annoyed.

He knew better than to have such thoughts but couldn't help them, and he regretted them of course when the Jedi master again used his cane to hurt him.

"Alright!" Kenobi cried. "I apologize!"

"Obi-Wan," Yoda then said. "Something to drink, you would like?"

Kenobi rubbed his left shoulder which the ancient master had hurt. "Yes. As I matter of fact, I would."

Yoda seemed to let go of his previous hostility, setting the table for his guest and even joining him there. That's more like it… Kenobi thought, happier.

After he finished his dinner, Obi-Wan apologized to Yoda for having awakened him, and he said good night, preparing to be showed to a room where he could sleep. But Yoda didn't get up from his chair.

"When depraved from sleep I am," Yoda said, grumpily. "Till the next day I have to wait."

Obi-Wan looked at him confused, then embarrassed, then very guilty, understanding why his friend had been so mad at being awakened.

"Forgive me, master Yoda."

"Hmm, apologized enough, you have, Obi-Wan. But something to fix what you've done, you might do."

Kick you till you fall asleep? Kenobi couldn't help his mind and smirked. He cleared his throat and coughed, hoping the older master would ignore that inward remark. He did.

"Accompanying me till the suns come, your punishment will be," Yoda pronounced.

Obi-Wan smiled. "That's not such a terrible fate, master. I always enjoy your company and conversation," he spoke sincerely.

Yoda smiled. "Hmm, propose a topic for discussion, I'd like to."

"I'm all ears."

"The Force, Obi-Wan. And your faith in it!"

Master Kenobi narrowed his eyes. "Beg your pardon?" he said, almost offended. "Why? I assure you, my faith in the Force is as strong and pure as ever."

"Hmm. Shaken, perhaps?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Hmm, So you will refrain from saying things like 'impossible, something was'?"

"Master, first of all, that's just a matter of speaking, and secondly… well, you must know. Some things ARE impossible."

Kenobi thought he could practically see Yoda's cane hitting him again, but the Jedi master only looked down and sighed.

"Right I was…" Yoda sounded sad.

"Master," Kenobi tried to fix the situation. "I have full faith in the Force, that you must know."

"But say something is impossible, you still would!?"

Kenobi couldn't actually say the words; the answer was more than obvious.

"A reminder of how wonderfully and strange the Force works, you might need," Yoda said.

Oh, Kenobi thought in the deepest regions of his mind, trying hard to conceal the thought from Yoda's grasp. A sermon? This late? At my age!

"Have you forgotten, perhaps, Anakin's tale?" Yoda asked, all brightness returning to his aged alien face.

Obi-Wan's human face also gained a bright quality of joy.

"Of course not, master! I never could. It is my favorite tale in the world! In all the Worlds! The Slave Boy And The Princess. It is a story for generations!"

"To recall it, perhaps you would like?" Yoda asked with hope.

They had many hours to kill, and Kenobi thought Yoda's actions had simply come from the fact that he was bored and he wanted to hear a fairy tale. And it was Kenobi's favorite, so he was okay with it. He and Yoda went through that classic old Tatooine tale.

The Slave Boy And The Princess.

Or how we will call it, Anakin's Wishes.

AN: In the Arabian Nights, it is customary for a story to begin within another, so that's why the prologue ended up being like that. Why I chose crazy old Kenobi and Yoda is beyond me, humor me, please.