Keever Moliere - Nalroni

Age: Turning 3

I looked back too see my little boy, Keever, trying to catch up to me, as he soaked in this strange place. The market, was a whole new world to him versus the small village his mother is from. Today he turned three. I was one of few let out of a tribe to become a merchant, something I'd never allow Keever to do. My wife stayed in hers, and they welcomed me to join them, and keep my job, surprisingly. But I am grateful all the same.

"Come along Keever." Catching his attention, he trotted up to me. His ears twitched at every sound, while his tail gave a small wag. Today, I had finally gotten his mother, my beautiful wife, to agree for me to bring him with me to the stand. In this light, Keever's golden-brown fur shone along with the sun. Even in the small moments like this, a strange feeling comes to me, as if, Keever doesn't belong here. It always causes the hair on my back, to stand on end. My only child. Go off world? No. No. No. My parents, just like any other on this planet, forbade me to take up the beliefs of any off worlders. Certainly I cannot allow my son to either. Keever stared straight up at me. His eyes were a golden blue, with the slightest tint of green. He will grow up like all the other Nalroni children. And I certainly am not going to allow him to become a merchant. I can see him now, in his future, of him being taller, and stronger than I ever was, with a good wife. Along with a few kids. Yes, he had a bright future. But, taking one step at a time, today is one that Keever would be able to spend with me, since he hardly sees me. Any other morning I left before the sun rose, and wouldn't get back until it had set. But today, I would come into the market later, and leave earlier than I usually do. Keever was right at my side, as we got to the stand. He sniffed around, as I set things up.

"A little late today aren't you Lirik?" Sair, who owned the stand next to mine, asked.

"A little. But I brought my boy along today." I answered.

"Really? Nara let you bring him?" Sair and I talked about our families when there weren't many customers.

"Yes, just in time for his birthday." We both smiled, as Keever poked his head out of a small storage compartment that he managed to squeeze himself into.

A curious one he is.

Our day was back and forth with customers. Sair sold a chain necklace to a tall off world man that he had had for a long time. I made a deal with him, that if he didn't sell it by the time Keever was at least six, he'd let him have it. But it was good to see that he got rid of it. Not long after that, it was time to pack up. The light breeze covered my thoughts with unease. I looked up at Sair to see if he had felt it as well. He gave me a kind smile, as I continued to pack up.

Maybe.. Maybe.. No. It will pass. I reassured myself.

"Lets go Keever." I called, waving to Sair. I couldn't let the feeling stop me from celebrating my son's birthday. Since I had already been delayed enough, I decided to cut through a few, safer, alleys for a faster way home. I really didn't like it, but we were already close to running behind, I had to take the chance. The feeling comes back again. This time, it only became heavier. I dropped Keever's hand. I had to go with my instincts, for his sake. He looked up at me with those innocent, pleading eyes. That was when it dawned on me. I had to get him away from all of this. Even.. Even if that meant, he would go off world. I hurriedly picked him up, and ran deeper into the winding alleyways.

"Papa!" Keever screamed, fear marked his voice.

"It's okay. Everything's going to be alright." Right after I said that, a blaster went off.

"Papa!" Keever screamed again, as I fell, yelping.

"Run! Run boy! Run!" I yelled, pain quickly spreading through my back. Overtaken by fear, Keever ran, as I had told him. More bolts were shot, but all missed me. I stood, and found the strength to run at the small band of thugs. I ran right through the group, and absentmindedly went to any turnoff that came up. I quickly lost them, and found myself out of the alleys, losing strength. I held an arm on the wall to keep myself from collapsing. It felt as if my lungs had shrunk, with how quickly my breath came out. As I tried to calm down, I saw her. My prayers had been answered, before I had made them. This was supposed to happen, like the jedi use to say, nothing happens without reason. Out of an old Republic tale, her eyes met mine. A small braid hung down from the rest of her pulled up hair. Her blue eyes, were marked with green. The cloak she wore hid her shirt, but somehow, I was able to see the writing on it. The symbol. The symbol of hope. I didn't truly believe the tale until this moment. The Guardian… would save my boy. Her face marked with concern. I gave her a weak smile, before I dropped to the ground.

"Uncle Haken! Haken!" She shouted, before a pair of rushed footsteps came to me. She rolled me onto my back. The man that stood behind her, she had called Haken, I recognized from the market. "Uncle Haken, we have to h-"

"My.. my boy." I interrupted her, using the language they spoke to the best of my ability. "He.. turned… three today.. Find him. Find Keever.. Take him.. with you.. away from this… violence." I could hear the thugs making their way to us. I held onto the Guardian's arm, taking in a breath. "Find Keever. Take.. take care… of him. Go!" She looked at the man behind her. Then, the thugs burst into the other end of the alley. He pulled at her shoulder to leave, but she didn't go. She stood, jumping over me, and pulled out her light sword. They fired at her, but their own bolts flew back at them, which scared them off. She came back to me.

"We need to help you first." She insisted.

"No. No. Find my boy. Merchants, would have heard.. by now. They come for me.. The thugs.. They will kill Keever. Take him away from here.. You will give him.. a better.. life.. than I c-could give.. Take care.. of my .. Keever." Her lips parted, but she didn't speak. Her eyes became soft, and understanding, as she nodded.

"You have my word. We'll find him, and look after your boy." I smiled at her, as she stood, and they left me, to find Keever. Knowing that they would care for my boy. I was put at peace. Everything around me, faded, as the world went black...

(Keever POV) (I'm sorry, this is a horrible attempt at a three year old's point of view. Just know it could be worse)

Papa… Papa had told me to run. I did, but I was scared. Now I'm in a strange place as my stomach growls, and I'm cold. Mama always told me if I was lost, to stay where I'm at, so I can be found. All I know, is I don't know anything around me. I curled my tail around me, as I curled into a tighter ball and shivered more. I missed my mama and Papa. I want to go home. I want to go home. Tears stained my fur, as I did the only thing I could do. There were so many voices from the nearby market. But it sounded, as if. Some were getting closer. I hugged myself tighter. Then a girl walked down the alley. Her hair was the color of the sun before it started to disappear. I wanted to run to her, to climb into her arms, but I didn't move. She walked to me, and slowly kneeled down.

"Hey there. You must be Keever." She spoke kindly. I slowly nodded, and she smiled.

"Are you hungry?" She asked gently. I nodded. Her smile didn't fade as she pulled something from under her cloak. I flinched, thinking she might hurt me, but she held food out to me. I looked at what was in her hand, then up at her.

"Take it. It's for you." Once I finished, her smiled went away a little. "My name is Ara. He's my uncle Haken." She paused pointing to someone behind her, then looked at me. "Would you like to come with us Keever?" Through the ending tears, I nodded.

(Ara POV)

I held the little boy tightly, as he did me.I could already feel Haken's mixed emotions. Above all, he was getting upset. I wasn't about to leave Keever out here to starve or freeze. What I had given him was the last bit of food I had on me, but I didn't care. I knew all too well, what it felt like to be alone, and separated by family. It was just about two months ago, Haken and I were separated from Ghost and the rebel fleet. We haven't seen, or heard from them since. We would be with them now, if it wasn't for one little thing that made that mission end so badly. The one thing that haunts me almost as badly as my past. Fire. When we go back to the ship, I put Keever down. I made sure he got into one of the furthest bedrooms away from the cockpit. I stormed into the small space, and slammed my fist into the button that shut the door. That was when I gave my Uncle on of the coldest scowl I've ever given him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded, the words were out of my mouth before Haken could say anything. His mouth twitched with things he would say, but held back. I calmed down a little, then broke the silence. "I was not about to leave him there Haken. You know just as damned well as I do, Ghost would have done the same." I paused taking in a deep breath as I drug a hand over my face. "I know we're not with the Ghost crew right now, but. I know a lot more than you do what it feels like to be alone and separated from family. Haken. I gave that man my word.. Keever needs us." Then, the door behind me opened. I was starting a long list of every curse word I knew in three different languages, as I turned around. Keever looked up at me with his big golden blue eyes. He had drug one of the blankets from his room to here. I quit listing my words, when I heard one, small, quiet, little word.

"Story?" All I could do was smile, and nod, as I took Keever into my arms. I sat him on my lap after I sat down in my pilot's seat.

Alright, part 2 shall be up soon. If your heart wasn't broken in this one, Get the tissues for the next one! But ya know what? All the views I see, is what gives me a major dose of confidence, and love for this story, so thank you. I'm trying to figure a way to get all of you to start questioning something without spilling what's gonna happen. alright, the question is, tied to the main story, or is it aimed for this? Okay, what I will ask is. - Where the hell is Haken?