Star Wars: If I Ever See You Again
Prologue
Hi guys, this is my first attempt at a Star Wars fanfiction, no beta reader so I apologise in advance for any grammar mistakes. I hope you enjoy it and remember that I'm changing a few things on the prequels, so don't get too hateful if I changed something and you didn't like. If you don't like it, don't read it...
I had the inspiration for this story when I was listening to "See You Again" by Whiz Kalifa and Charlie Puth.
Summary: This is the tragic tale of the Skywalker twins; not Luke and Leia, not Jacen and Jaina; but Anakin and Allygwen. This story is filled with the drama, action, fantasy, magic, love and betrayal the Star Wars prequels needed. This is how I think the prequels should have been...
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own anything even related to Star Wars. I'm doing this for my own entertainment and hopefully to someone else's aswell...
So without further ado, here we go;
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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
It was a hot day beneath the warming suns of Tatooine. In the mists of all the sand, there was a "village" if you could call it that. Inside all the sand-made cottages there lived families. Some deprieved of their loved ones because they had tried to rebel against the Hutt system, which it was basically "If you have money, buy a slave and no one will care what you do with it". In this village they were all slaves. Some were born slaves and others were taken against their will, but no matter how they came to be what they are now; they knew the only thing that matters is the safety of their children. Shmi Skywalker is one of them, she stills remembers the day she was taken to work as a slave. The blood chilling screams of her parents that filled the night, a twelve-year old brunette girl lied in her bed, awake and terrefied that the monsters who murdered the ones who she cared for would come for her. And indeed they came, they ripped young Shmi from her bed, from her house, from her life; took away her love, took away her innocense, but they could never take away her soul. A thirty-nine year old Shmi stared at the window of her small cottage to see both of her children playing in the sand, oblivious to the horrible things happening every day around them.
Shmi didn't know how it was possible for her to give birth. It would be easier to believe that when the brutes who had taken her had also forced themselves on her when she was unconscious but she knew it was impossible since she had given birth only six years ago. The only plausible explanation was that these children were a gift from the gods, send to this world for a greater purpose; Shmi couldn't help but smile when she looked upon her children and thought that. Seeing Allygwen fall softly onto the sand and Anakin quickly coming to her aid made her heart fill itself with love she never thought possible; far greater than anything she'd ever felt before. 'A gift indeed' she thought.
Outside, a six-year old Anakin and his twin-sister Allygwen were playing in the sand when Allygwen fell onto the sand and Anakin quickly rushed to her side.
"Ally, Ally are you okay?" He asked and she pouted.
"My butt hurts" She whined and he rolled his eyes. He took her elbow and helped her up.
"What butt?" He asked sarcastically and she scoffed as she picked a small amount of sand in her fist and threw at him. He sneezed and she giggled.
Suddenly they heard their mother open the door to their home and say softly.
"Ani, Ally; it's almost sunsdown, come inside; dinner's ready" Anakin and Allygwen looked at each other before he smiled.
"Last one to arrive is Jabba's dirt?" He asked mischievious.
"On it" She replied as she quickly ran to their home, Ani quickly behind.
During dinner, Shmi listened as Ally and Ani told her about the things that they played today and she chuckled softly when they argued over silly matters such as who build the bigger sand castle. She loathed the fact that her beautiful children had to endure slavery in the hands of someone so dispicable as Watto; but at least they had each other...