Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, our story begins. It begins in the depths of a palace, with the birth of a boy. A small boy. The only son of a smuggler and a slave.
"Where is our child?" said the exhausted mother when the ordeal was through. "Let me hold him."
The father handed the small boy to her, "Here he is. Have you decided on a name?" he said in a hushed voice. The babe was hungry and bean to whimper. The man pulled out a small vial.
"Please Malachi, don't." she pleaded with her husband.
"If he cries, Gardulla will find us. And you know what she will do if she finds out he is my son." The Hutt had a severe hatred for Malachi, but he was her best smuggler, and she knew of no way to make him hurt without killing him or him canceling their contract. "It was hard enough to keep our marriage a secret, let alone these past nine months." A smirk crossed his face, but disappeared as his on emitted a mournful cry for milk. He poured the sedative into his newborn son's mouth, regretting every drop.
They could hear a guard's voice echoing from down the hallways, "Who goes there?"
"Isn't it about time for one of your famous escape plans?"
"I reckon it is. Hold onto the baby-"
"Anakin, his name is Anakin." Malachi smiled at Shmi's decision. That name was his idea, but he left Shmi to make the final decision.
"Hold onto Anakin," he lifted her off the ground as she had not yet gained her strength back from giving birth, "and we'll reach my ship before they see who it is they are chasing." But he only said that to comfort Shmi. He thought to himself, 'He won't live long enough to see the setting of the twin suns.'
But, he did live. This is his story
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