I wish they would go away.

The young blonde thought as he lay awake in his small bed with a cold sweat on his brow. He was yet again haunted by another nightmare. It always was the darkness, the darkness taking away his parents who had no faces. He didn't understand it at all, why he had these terrifying dreams. How could he miss someone so bad that he couldn't even remember. He turned over on his tan sheets and stared at the plaster white wall.

Morning came much to fast and the ten year old was awoken abruptly by his Uncle Owen who shouted, "Get up boy! How many times must I tell you, farm life starts early!...Your Aunt has fresh biscuits cooking- " And with that Luke hopped to his feet and put his grayish cloaks on along with his brown boots. Aunt Beru's biscuits were to die for and whenever it was a special occasion she would make sweet pastries. It made the boy's mouth water just at the thought of them melting in his dry mouth.

He would help his Uncle in the mornings and then in the evenings his Aunt would teach him how to read and write. They were much too poor and needy to send the child to school so Aunt Beru took it upon herself to teach the boy the basics. Of course Luke saw both farming and learning as chores and didn't care much for either. What he really enjoyed was fixing things and rebuilding them; such as old droids or hover bikes of many types. He also loved sitting on top of their petty establishment and watching the glorious sunset of Tatooine.

That night at the dinner table as the family of three ate their portion; Aunt Beru looked down at the boy and said,

"What would you like for your birthday Luke?"

Luke grinned and thought hard, "uhm..."

Uncle Owen grunted before he could speak, "Now don't say anything you know we can't afford boy."

Luke scrunched his nose as he glanced at his Uncle then back at his plate, "your pastries will do just fine for my Auntie!"

His Aunt smiled warmly and patted the kid on his blonde head, "Such a good boy! You can consider your birthday wish granted then!"

Luke's wide smile turned into a sorrowing frown as he realized dinner would be over soon and he would have to return to his bedroom where he would attempt to sleep but fail miserably. He would be eleven tomorrow and even though he was excited, he was scared. One year closer to thirteen where he'd be put to full time work and he would hardly have any free time. Being a farmer isn't what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, he wanted to be a pilot and not just any pilot, the best pilot in the whole galaxy! He smiled as he imagined himself flying his cool ship through the battle and hitting every target, defeating the bad guys...winning the war. He soon fell to sleep to these thoughts hoping it would give him good dreams.

Luke! Wake up Luke! You must run- run for your life!

The boy jolted awake his heart pounding. He wasn't sure if his ears were still dreaming when he hear terrified screams at the thunderous voice shouting, "WHERE IS HE!?"

Luke ran out of his closet like room, hoping he was still in some sort of horrible dream. He ran to his Uncle and Aunts room which seems to have a glowing red aura about it. He walked into the already agape door.

The red laser like sword slashed through his Uncle's chest and his limp corpse fell to the brick stone floor. Luke's jaw dropped and his eye's went wide with terror and fear. He watched trembling as the tall black mass moved towards his Aunt. He was frozen in place, he needed to do something, he had to do something. But what could he do...he was just an undersized boy from a desert planet located on the outer rim. He finally let out a scared shriek, " NOOOOO!" But it was far too late as his Aunt too was cut in down with the red flame. He fell to his knees, tears running down his dirty cheeks, his head still focused on what had happened. Then he saw the tall dark shadow turn to him. An eery sound came from it as if it were breathing whispers. Luke finally took a corse of action, if he couldn't save his family then the least he could do was save himself. He sprinted away from his home as fast as he could until he saw the large star ship blocking his way toward town. He stood awe struck by the beautiful machine even though he was mostly fearful for his life. Stormtrooper solders approached him with their blasters in hand and he began to back away. His petite back slammed against what could have been a brick wall.

He turned only to see the nightmare himself, Darth Vader. He fell over shouting, "Get away!" But this did not make him move back but only forward. He reached his black gloved hand over the boys face and that was the last time he would fall to sleep in Tatooine...