Luke Skywalker stood up out of his chair and stretched his arms out
wide. He was in Ben Kenobi's hut on the planet of Tatooine. Leia was off
with Lando saving Han, so it was only Luke and R2-D2.
Deciding to go for a walk before Artoo got out of his oil bath, Luke hurried outside into the desert air. For miles around him there was nothing but desert.
After fifteen minutes of walking Luke sensed he was being followed. He whirled around, blaster in hand, ready to kill, but there was nobody there. Just a Bantha.
Luke stood in one spot, hoping the Bantha would come up to him. He had seen hundreds of Banthas, but usually just from a distance.
The creature jogged up to him and put its front knees on the ground. Luke knew this to be a sign to get up on its back. As he did, Luke felt a pang of heartache hit him. He had not done this since he was—but he tried not to think of that.
He could feel the creature's pleasure as he sat on top. Before he could even get settled the creature started back toward his hut.
When they reached the hut Luke had trouble dismounting and fell of, only to be nuzzled and licked by the Bantha.
The Bantha stayed a few minutes after Luke went inside the hut, but soon it was just a dot in the distance. Suddenly it hit Luke: that Bantha was one he knew. One he would never forget.
Luke ran out of the hut and started to run towards the Bantha, but knew it was too far away. As he walked back into the hut, he thought back on the time when he was seven.
He had repaid the Bantha, or so it thought. Now Luke owed it more. It had given him hope. The Tuskan Raiders did not kill it. It had left, and was free once more.
Deciding to go for a walk before Artoo got out of his oil bath, Luke hurried outside into the desert air. For miles around him there was nothing but desert.
After fifteen minutes of walking Luke sensed he was being followed. He whirled around, blaster in hand, ready to kill, but there was nobody there. Just a Bantha.
Luke stood in one spot, hoping the Bantha would come up to him. He had seen hundreds of Banthas, but usually just from a distance.
The creature jogged up to him and put its front knees on the ground. Luke knew this to be a sign to get up on its back. As he did, Luke felt a pang of heartache hit him. He had not done this since he was—but he tried not to think of that.
He could feel the creature's pleasure as he sat on top. Before he could even get settled the creature started back toward his hut.
When they reached the hut Luke had trouble dismounting and fell of, only to be nuzzled and licked by the Bantha.
The Bantha stayed a few minutes after Luke went inside the hut, but soon it was just a dot in the distance. Suddenly it hit Luke: that Bantha was one he knew. One he would never forget.
Luke ran out of the hut and started to run towards the Bantha, but knew it was too far away. As he walked back into the hut, he thought back on the time when he was seven.
He had repaid the Bantha, or so it thought. Now Luke owed it more. It had given him hope. The Tuskan Raiders did not kill it. It had left, and was free once more.