A/N: Hello, readers! I present to you... my first Star Wars fic! Not much to say, except enjoy and review!
Disclaimer: I dreamed I owned it once... does that count?
It is true that every saga has a beginning.
But what if the beginning was not what it was intended to be?
I am not a member of this story.
Before you click the little 'back' button on the toolbar I know is there, please. hear me out. I am the author and narrator of this story, here simply to tell what I know to be true.
Padme Naberrie and Anakin Skywalker will fall in love, I assure you, as they did before, and (I know this is quite presumptuous of me) would in any other parallel universe. I realize that I am using the literary device commonly called 'foreshadowing,' but it is necessary for me to tell my tale.
There are multiple ways to tell the story of not just Padme and Anakin, but the entire group of people they are involved with. Mine is but one path of the boundless, an option of many. I don't know how each individual reader came across their first story, whether it was by novel, by film or the device you are reading this by. My personal hope is that you will be inspired to choose your own path for these people after reading my manuscript.
There is no need for a formal prologue, for all shall present itself in due time; however, one will be included. I warn you, it will be short.
Shmi ran through the corridors of the spaceship, holding little Anakin's hand tightly. Seeing that he could not run quickly enough to provide a timely escape from the droids, Shmi grabbed the boy in her arms and began to sprint. A shot was fired, and she ducked. Time was running out, Shmi knew. But as she turned a corner, a heavy mass lurched into her and she fell back, Anakin thudding on the floor beside her.
He picked up the child and helped Shmi up. She noticed that he held an ignited weapon. Green. The color was... awe- inspiring.
"Stay here," the man ordered her, though his tone was kind and guiding. Obidiently, Shmi remained, unsure of the happenings beyond the corner. She heard droids calling, calling for reinforcements, that a Jedi was present. A strange sizzling sound seemed to overtake her... but the man returned. It was his unsung promise to her, that he would return. Shmi had never felt such a connection to a man she hadn't even met. She cleared her throat and said, "I need help."
"I know," the man stated impressively. "That's why I'm here. I'm Qui- Gon Jinn, a Jedi."
"Shmi Skywalker," she said, extending her hand. "And this is my son, Anakin. We're slaves."
"Not any more." Qui- Gon Jinn said. "If you'll let me- I will take you and your son to Coruscant. I will explain how I know you."
More of my manuscript will be delivered to you shortly. I am ever your faithful storyteller, K.