Welcome all to our little corner of a Galaxy far, far away. This is RhiannonAmidala here, what you are about to read is the joint story of myself (RA) and IncomCorporation (IC). She's done most of the writing so far, except the part in bold in this chapter. Mostly I've helped her with editing etc... though she didn't really need it... :-D

We do NOT own Starwars. Needless to say we would not be reduced to writing Fanfiction if we did.

Elysabeth IS ours though. :-D

Enjoy

Chapter 1

The dust storm drove sand into Elysabeth Skywalker's eyes as she struggled home from Watto's shop. She hoped to goodness Ani had gone straight home. He probably had. He wasn't the type to get stuck in a storm. Luckily for him, Watto had let him off early! 'Unusual to have a dust storm so close on the heels of the last one' she mused.

She reached the door of the hovel, and shaking the sand out of her clothing as best she could, she stepped into the small hut. She stopped in surprise when she heard a deep, calm voice answer her mother.

"Your son met us on the street, and offered us shelter," his voice was soothing and confident; she liked the sound.

From Anakin's room came the sounds of his childish voice explaining to someone about C-3PO, the protocol droid he was building.

The voice that answered him was the voice, she guessed, of a girl about her own age; "He's wonderful"

As she shook herself, the vision faded, and she heard her mother, Shmi Skywalker, welcome her home.

"Is Ani home yet?" Elysabeth asked.

"No, not yet. He met some of his friends and they went to one of their houses." Elysabeth nodded and moved towards the door of the room she shared with her mother.

"Mom," she asked, "Do you ever get the feeling that something big is going to happen the way Anakin and I do?"

"Not really. Why?"

"I don't really know. But it is good, and it's coming soon." She answered, hugging her mother, and then walking into her room.

Shmi watched her tall daughter as she went about doing various small tasks. Elysabeth Skywalker, it was rumoured, was no mere human. It was said she was an Angel from the moons of Iego. Indeed there was some truth in these speculations. By the will of the Force, she had been born a fatherless child to Shmi Skywalker, fifteen years ago.

Now, she was easily the most beautiful girl in the neighbourhood. She was tall and lithe; her features were strong, like those of her mother and brother. Her eyes had been the same grey-blue as Anakin's, but had darkened slightly over the years and her hair, which hung in rippling cascades just past her shoulders, was the same colour as her mothers.

As Elysabeth moved restlessly about the room, she heard the sounds of the storm cease, and walking to the door and opening it, she saw Anakin running towards the hovel.

She stepped back and Anakin sped in past her, taking several steps to lose his momentum; "I'm home!" he bellowed.

"So I see and now the rest of this miserable sand ball knows too!" she answered with her hands over her ears.

"Must you always shout so loud?" their mother put in from across the room, "we're not deaf, although we will be if you keep that up." Anakin looked towards his feet and mumbled something inaudible. "Dinner's almost ready; so go and wash up" his mother told him, seeming to translate the mumble as an apology.

"I ate at Kitster's house. I got some more parts for my droid; can I go and work on him?"Anakin's enthusiasm was back full force; Elysabeth smiled, nothing kept her brother down for long.

"Fine," their mother sighed, she seemed to agree with Elysabeth's sentiments "but lights out when I call!" she raised her voice slightly at the end because Anakin had already disappeared through the door to his bedroom and she received no reply. "What am I going to do with him?" Elysabeth caught her mother's murmur, turning she saw that Shmi was smiling at the door which had shut after her son and shaking her head, Elysabeth's smile broadened as she returned to her previous task.

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"Do you have any idea what this is going to cost me, boy? Do you have any idea at all? Oba chee ka!"

Watto was yelling at Anakin, again, he seemed to spend a lot of time doing that. This time it was about a Podrace Anakin had just lost.

"It wasn't my fault. Sebulba flashed me with his port vents and nearly smashed me into Metta Drop. He cheated" Elysabeth winced, Watto would not like having Anakin answer back, and their mother was already against Anakin racing without the knowledge that Sebulba kept trying to kill him.

They were stood in Watto's shop, it was cool and shadowy but even here the dust hung in hazy streamers. It was evening and the race had long since ended, Anakin and the damaged Pod and the one remaining engine had been returned to the shop and Watto was furious.

Elysabeth stood to one side next to her mother, her face expressionless like those of her mother and 9 year old brother.

She tuned out, she had heard Watto yelling before and since he wasn't yelling at her she wasn't interested in the colourful Huttese he was hurling at her brother.

She was curious as to what had really happened, Anakin had taken the lead at the start of the race, so what had gone wrong?

An image came to her mind; she was sat in the Podracer plummeting over Metta drop, her stomach lurched, she didn't envy Anakin his piloting skills.

The Podracer was level with two others; she recognised the split-X of Sebulba's engines and Rimkar's strange bubble Pod.

Sebulba pulled out of the drop and Elysabeth felt surprise that wasn't hers, then the Pod shuddered and the surprise was replaced by understanding as the Pod lifted out of the drop and nearly collided with Sebulba. She was vaguely aware of Rimkar's Pod being slammed into the mountain and exploding into fiery rain, then her brother's hands were before her adjusting the steering pulling back on the thrusters and cutting the fuel to the massive engines as the ground rose up to meet her.

She pulled herself back to the present with a conscious effort; Watto was now arguing with her mother about whether or not Anakin would race again, Shmi seemed to be winning.

So that was what had happened. For some reason she couldn't explain, even to herself, she didn't doubt that it was true, but at the same time she didn't think Watto would care very much.

"You will fix everything you ruined boy!" Watto was beginning to conclude his yelling session; he probably had a sore throat.

Elysabeth continued to ignore him until his words affected her too: "Get on with it, all of you! Back to work, back to work!" her mother smiled at them, "Go on, dinner will be waiting" then she and Watto turned and left the shop.

Anakin just stood there, in the middle of the steadily darkening shop, staring at nothing. Elysabeth also paused, considering her brother; she could tell he was thinking about the race, about how he shouldn't have lost, that next time he would win. She didn't need to question him to know this; she was good at understanding people, particularly her bother, sometimes, she pondered, it was as though she could hear what he was thinking. She was broken out of her reverie by Anakin's sigh; he turned and left the shop. After he was gone she remained were she was a moment longer, engrossed in her thoughts, before, like her brother, she sighed and returned to her work.

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"Mum!" Elysabeth called as she entered the hovel, "Has Anakin come home yet?" her mother's concerned face appeared at the doorway to their bedroom

"I thought he was with you!"

Elysabeth sighed; this was so like him, "He sneaked out through a gap in the fence. He must be with his friends"

Shmi frowned "When I get hold of him..."she muttered darkly before turning to the kitchen to continue preparing dinner, Elysabeth turned away to hide her grin as she headed to the bathroom to wash up before helping her mother with the food.

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It was long after dark when Elysabeth opened the door to see Anakin returning home, smiling slightly, he caught sight of her and the smile vanished, "Uh Oh!" seemed to echo through her head as her mother appeared beside her; "And just where have you been?"

_

Elysabeth lay on her back gazing up at the stars, dinner had been a quiet meal for both brother and sister as their mother had slowly exhausted the things she had to say to her son about his behaviour. Thinking back on it, Elysabeth had to admit that it had been an impressively long list. She glanced sideways at her brother, "So where were you?"

There was a brief pause before Anakin quietly responded "Kitster, Wald and I went to get ruby bliels"

"You had a ruby bliel and didn't invite me!"

Anakin ignored her accusation and continued "We met an old Republic Spacer."

"Republic? Wow, don't see many of those out here."

Again Anakin ignored her and continued in the same soft voice "He told us about all the places he's been and all the things he's done. He said he'd flown with Jedi knights and he'd done the Kessel Run. He said he thought that maybe I could fly the big ships one day, he said I'm good enough." There was another pause, Elysabeth turned to see her brother still gazing at the stars. He smiled slowly, "One day I'm going to do everything he's done. Everything." He exhaled and Elysabeth got the impression he was sealing a promise to himself, she felt concerned for a while before shrugging it off and returning her gaze to the stars.