A/N: First story on this will be hard for me to get the hang of. I don't own Star Wars only Amora...

Age 5: Luke:

"I didn't steal anything!" a little red-haired girl was struggling in the grip of a man.

"You lying little twat," he hissed.

"I'm not lying." She yelled still trying to regain freedom of her arm. I know it was dangerous and I shouldn't have done it but I had to.

"Hey," I called to them. "I think someone else is stealing from you."

He looked down at the girl. "You stay here, girl."

"I'll watch her." I volunteered as soon as he left I turned to her. "Go, run."

She just stared at me.

"Go, get out of here before he returns." I continued.

Her eyes widened looking at something behind me. "He's coming back."

"Go leave now!" I insisted.

"But," she looked straight at me. "You'll get in trouble."

"I'll be fine." I replied. "Run!"

"I'm sorry." She said then kicked straight up and ran leaving me in pain.

Age 7: Amora:

"You're just a little freak." a boy hissed. I ignored him like my father taught me.

"Wow, the freak doesn't speak." Said a girl.

"Please stop," I replied calmly.

"What was that!?" she snapped.

"Please stop," I repeated.

The boy grabbed my hair roughly. "Why should I?" he hissed.

"Because you wouldn't like me when I am angry," I continued calmly.

"What are you going to do?" the girl asked.

He hadn't let go of my hair yet so I did my favorite thing to get out of these situations. I kicked up. He doubled over in pain letting me go. I looked between the two of them and ran out of the school. Sitting behind a large rock I cried. I was so caught up in myself that I didn't hear the boy walk up to me.

He sat down beside me and offered a tissue. I took it and dried my tears. "Thank you." I replied through sniffs.

"No problem," he replied. "Are you okay?"

I nodded and looked up at him. My eyes widened in surprise. It was the same boy who saved me almost two years ago. "Thank you for everything."

He looked confused for a second then realization hit him. "It's you!"

"I'm sorry," I added.

He chuckled. "There's no need to apologize." He looked at me. "I'm Luke Skywalker."

"Amora Kenobi." I replied.

Age 9: Luke:

"Tag you're it." Amora said and ran off.

I chased after her. "You just can't randomly start games of tag!" I complained.

"I can. I will. And I did." she yelled back.

She jumped up on a rock. "Give up Luke! I have the high ground!"

"Wait, why does that matter?" I asked grabbing her ankle. "You're it."

"Not fair!" She yelled and did a front flip off the rock. "I'm going to get you, farm boy."

"Just try, Shorty." I shouted.

She scowled. "You are so going to get it."

I ran because if she's angry I'm dead.

She caught me I'm not dead yet. "Luke! Amora!" my aunt called.

We walked in and stopped.

"Dad!" Amora said shocked. She ran to him and hugged him.

"Hello my dear little girl." He said smiling and hugging her back. He looked at me. "This must be Luke."

I nodded. "And you must be Ben, her father."

Uncle Owen didn't look particularly happy that the man was here. He smiled down at his daughter. "You told him about me."

Amora blushed. "Yes."

"We have to go." He said bending down to her. "Say goodbye to your friend."

She ran over to me and gave me a hug. "Bye Luke."

I was surprised by her actions but returned the hug. "See you later, Mori."

Age 11: Amora:

"Come on," Luke dragged me along.

"I'm walking as fast as I can, Skywalker." I snapped playfully.

"Are your eyes still closed?" He replied.

"I don't know. Are you leading me into a death trap!?" I asked sarcastically. I could practically see his annoyed look. I sighed. "Yes."

"Good." He said. He put his hands over my already closed eyes. I opened them. "I know it's your birthday and you love to watch the suns set so…" He took his hands off my eyes revealing a little picnic set up.

I gasped. "Oh Luke!" I turned around and hugged him. "You didn't have to… I know you spend so much time working with your uncle. This is really too much." I pulled him down to sit on the blanket. "Thank you!"

We sat for a while talking then Luke showed me a cake which he admitted his Aunt Beru helped make. After making me blowout 11 candles, we ate and talked. Luke seemed super nervous.

As the suns began to set, Luke spoke. "Amora I got you something." He pulled a small box out of his pocket and handed it to me. "Go ahead open it."

I slowly opened it revealing a beautiful necklace. .

"Luke, it's beautiful." I said taking it out. "Can you put on for me?" I asked lifting my long red hair.

He nodded and did as I asked. I leaned into him and sighed watching the suns. "Thank you so much, farm boy."

"You're welcome, Mori," he replied.

I sat up suddenly. "Who's going to take me home?"

He smiled slyly. "My Aunt already talked to your father. You are staying in our guest room for the night."

I nodded suddenly suspicious of what my father was doing. I touched the locket. It represented so much Luke and I craved to see what is beyond the stars of Tattooiine. I went back to watching the suns set. "It's so beautiful." I whispered.

"Yeah it is," Luke agreed I looked over at him. He wasn't watching the suns set, he was watching me.

Age 13: Luke:

"Mori, wait!" I yelled. She looked over at the new moisture tech we just got.

"Are you sure you don't need to be working Luke?" She asked.

"He won't miss me for a minute." I replied. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she huffed. "I'm used to their bullying by now, Luke."

"I just like to make sure that you are not too hurt." I said.

She smirked. "Luke they can't get to me."

"Luke!"

"I'll be right there Uncle Owen!" I called back. "Mori, if you need me. You just have to say so."

"I'm not a damsel in distress, Lukey." She said teasingly. "See you tomorrow."

Amora:

Once I got home, I cried. Why does he seem to care about me so much? I'm not pretty. I'm not popular. I'm not in any way extraordinary. I'm weird and a force-user so I'm calm, usually. Calm down, Amora. It's nothing. Breathe. In. Out.

Ben:

I watched my daughter in the house battle with both sides of herself. One side tells her to calm down. The other tells her to act on those feelings. It's time to tell her.

Luke:

"Amora!" I yelled. "Amora! Hey stop!"

She finally turned around. Her eyes were red and puffy as though she had been crying. My smile dropped.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Luke," she said. "Please stay away from me."

"Why?" I asked.

"Luke, I don't have time for you today." She snapped.

My mouth fell open I was hurt by her words. "Amora, what is the matter?"

"Nothing, Skywalker!" she yelled acidly. She looked at me sadly. "Just, please for your safety stay away from me."

"Fine," I snapped. I turned on my heels and stalked off.

Amora:

There were tears in my eyes by the time I made it home. Oh Luke. Poor Luke. If only he knew. I took out my mother's old music box and stuffed the locket he gave me in it.

I ran out into the desert as I felt it come. The electricity racked my body and escaped into the sky. The pain was indescribable. My father finally had to use the force to stop it and take me inside. I passed out.

Luke:

I put my head in my hands unable to sleep. I can't believe that Amora and I had a fight. I can't believe she hates me. I have to know what's bothering her. If it truly is me… What am I going to do?

It has been weeks since I have seen Amora. There have been weird lightning strikes out in the middle of the uncharted desert. Rumor has it they are coming from the ground and going to the sky not the other way around, the normal way.

Uncle Owen has forbidden me from going to see Amora. To say the least, I was angry about it. I had to apologize.

A month has past. I've only gotten 12 hours of sleep this whole month. I just can't shake this feeling that something more is going on. I haven't seen Mori once. I'll be 14 soon maybe she'll stop by on my birthday.

She didn't stop by for my birthday but a mysterious package did arrive. It was a music box. It seemed to be handmade. I opened it and this played watch?v=-IkoVs3QtA0 and a hand written note was in it.

Lukey… Farm Boy… Skywalker… Luke,

It's me. Remember me? Amora. Mori. Shorty. Kenobi. I miss you. I'm staying away because it's safer for both of us. I will eventually come to see you. It will be a loooooooong time from now. When I do come, we will buy a ship and see the galaxy together. Happy Birthday you old guy.

Love,

Mori… Amora…Your Shorty…Me