Crossing the border
A/N: So… I know that the older story was crap. So, I decided to write it again, this time I try to do this better.
"Speech"
Thoughts
1. An argument
Two fast-moving landspeeders could be seen in the Dune Sea. Sand whirled around them, when they pushed against the wind in the almost unbelievable speeds for landspeeder. But that didn't worry Luke Skywalker and Biggs Darklighter, because they were used to those kind of speeds, and most importantly, loved it.
They were racing to the Luke's uncle's farm. Luke was leading, and was using an every piece of his concentration to keep that place. His speeder's engine was almost at its limits. Biggs tried to get ahead of him, but somehow Luke knew when Biggs tried that, and he always managed to do a countering move.
Luke knew that if he told Uncle Owen about his special talents, he would probadly lock him in his own room and say that he could come out until he was being normal again. That always angered Luke, because he thought of himself as a normal human being. But still, Uncle Owen thought Luke as a freak and Luke had heard how his uncle told his aunt that Luke wasn't normal.
Why doesn't Uncle Owen understand that I'm normal even if I don't want to be a moisture farmer?
While Luke was in his thoughts, Biggs decided to use this new chance and pushed the accelerator on its limits. Luke noticed that too late and all he could do was to watch how Biggs speeded past him. Luke knew that he didn't have a chance to win anymore, and slowed his speed.
He saw Biggs's victorious grin when he stopped near Luke's house. Luke made a face that signalled Biggs that he would not win next time and drove his speeder to the garage. He then jumped out of his speeder and started to walk outside to talk to Biggs, but stopped when he saw that Uncle Owen had come to the doorway and watched him angrily.
"Luke, what I have said to you about racing?" he asked. Luke had heard that question so many times that he already knew what his uncle would answer. So, he just shrugged and tried to walk outside, but his uncle was blocking his way.
"I ask again," Uncle Owen asked, "What I have said to you about racing?"
"Never go racing, because it is dangerous and you could die," Luke answered.
"And still you haven't done what I have told you! You never do what I have told you to do! You don't do your chores, only thing that you do is that mindless racing! Just like your mindless father!"
"That's because I don't want to be a farmer like you!" Luke shouted, enraged. "And racing is not mindless!"
"What did you say!" Uncle Owen screamed, enraging even more. "How can you say that! Go to your room, now!"
"What!" Luke shouted. "I'm seventeen years old! You can't command me to go my room!"
"I can and I will! Now go or else…"
"What? You make me to stay in this hellhole for another season? I don't care!" Luke said, turning away.
"You are not leaving like that!" Uncle Owen said, grabbing Luke's shoulder.
"I am! Let me go!" Luke said, trying to get away from Uncle Owen's grip. His uncle didn't let go, because he was too angry to listen. Luke quickly understood what was happening. He and his uncle were fighting. For the first time in his life. Usually he would have just done what hi uncle had told him, but his comment about Luke's father had made Luke's anger boil.
"Apologise and go to your room!" Uncle Owen said with commanding voice.
"I will not apologise and LET ME GO!" Luke screamed, his rage deepening even more. Then, he saw something unbelievable. His uncle let go of him and flew to nearby wall, like something invisible power had pushed him.
Luke looked at his hands, terrified, because somehow he knew that he had done that. He watched at his uncle's eyes, and saw how those were full of horror. It took a moment to Luke to realise that his uncle was scaring him. He tried to talk, but all that came out was fuzzy rattle.
Luke started to walk to him, he wanted to help him, and apologise… But he saw how his uncle pointed to the door.
"Go… Go…" he said, and after he had breathed more, he added: "Go, and never come back!"
He had said that with all his power, and it terrified Luke. How would you feel when one that has raised you, would drive you away? Away, to the cold and harsh world? Luke watched his uncle just as terrified as he was. Then, he started to stumble to the door. He looked his uncle one last time, and tears were starting to fall.
Go, and never come back!
He ran out of the room, and he knew that he was now alone in this world.
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Darth Vader had had a weird day, a day that foreboded something. The Force was silent, like before a storm. Even the depths of the dark side were surprisingly passive. Vader was meditating, and waiting. This was something he had felt only once before. The Force was forming to the shades of grey, not anymore it was purely dark and aggressive.
There was someone, Vader knew that. Only a Jedi or very powerful Force sensitive that did not know about his power. Vader was strongly supporting the first conclusion. He and his master would have known if such a child would have been born, it had to be a Jedi, that had somehow survived the Purge, hiding in some desolate world, and waiting to come out of the shadows.