*Let me first start off by saying, I, Teddy1221, did NOT write this fanfic. My RL best friend RubbyKK is unable to publish this story to her page due to personal reasons. I will show her every SINGLE review, so be sure to post a lot. All credit for this story goes to her.

I'll put the standard disclaimer in this chapter because it is required and I find putting it in each chapter to be a bit like beating a dead horse: Pointless. I know who I a,m and who I'm not. Who I am is me and who I'm not is him. In layman's terms: I don't own it.

I'd also like to give props to someone who desserves it: my lovely beta Jedi Princess Jainakin for attempting to sort out my horrible spelling and grammar.

This idea has been in my head, in some way shape or form for at least three years and I have just now gotten around to it. Things really got kicked into high gear when I was exposed to a certain part of the Extended Universe and found a character I fell in love with. I won't mention just which one I'm talking about because it is a surprise for later.

I know the whole triplet bit has been done before but this one's a little different. There was simply no way I could put Luke or Leia in the same situations and have the same reactions to those situations and not have them be out of character, so I created my own.

Lormé is the one character I have created for fan fiction that actually isn't perfect. She doesn't know everything and she doesn't have everything go her way. In fact, it's quite the opposite. She is more real than I, being the introverted recluse that I am, could ever be.

This story was designed for the sequel. I am usually not one to pull a Lucas, although I do bow to his superior creativity and all-around genius, and give you the ending of the story before I write the beginning, nor am i one to put an entire fic's worth of backstory into a few paragraphs explanation like some authors. Enjoy.

Sacrifice

Prelude

A New Beginning

"Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable."

William Shakespeare

The Mos Eisley spaceport had always been a hub of the vilest beings in the galaxy. It was for this reason, almost solely, that the man now known as Old Ben Kenobi found himself racing towards the motley collection of mud brick and durasteel buildings. It was not a place to leave a child alone, even one as special as Lormé.

Although Ben had never met the child, he knew her to be extraordinary. According to her mother, who was not one to unduly embellish a tale, the child was intelligent as well as relatively well-behaved, if not at times a little overly stubborn. The only fault that could be found in the child was not of her own design.

Being Force sensitive, as she happened to be, was one of the biggest faults someone could have in this day and age. Those who possessed the gift were hunted down and slaughtered, when less than a decade-and-a-half ago they would have been trained and revered, regarded as powerful beings and guardians of light and goodness. It had taken a lot of resources to ensure that her power did not fall into the wrong hands.

The old hermit's rambling thoughts were cut short as he spotted the girl from across the landing bay. She stood out from the rest of the people bustling about, not only in dress but also in mannerisms. Lormé simply sat on one of her three trunks and let her feet dangle. Her expression was the exact same one Anakin used to wear when he was lost and confused.

Ben's heart gave a little lurch as he permitted himself to find other similarities between this girl and his fallen apprentice. Her angular face, thick dark blonde curls, and fathomless blue eyes betrayed her identity as one of Anakin Skywalker's children.

"Lormé?" he whispered as he put his hand on her shoulder. "Come, child." He did not use his usual lighthearted tone for the circumstances that had brought her to this barrern dust ball of a planet were anything but lighthearted.

Without a word the child got up and began collecting her things. She grabbed one trunk and reached for another before realizing that she already had her hands quite full. When Ben reached for the remaining two, she immediately sat the one she was carrying down and grabbed one in particular from the old man's hands. The gesture was more then a little rude but it was obvious to anyone that the trunk contained something very precious to her.

The speeder ride back to Ben's home was a quiet one. He didn't know what to say to her just as he didn't know what to say to Anakin all those years ago when he had lost his mother. Lormé simply stared out the window at the endless sea of sand. Although she enjoyed seeing new places she hated Taooine. The sand alone was a rough annoyance she would rather not have had to deal with.

"Is this temporary?" she asked in an emotionless tone that gave little away in terms of her thoughts.

"I hope not. It would be nice to stay in one place for a while." The child said little else and Ben found himself completely torn. He knew that the arrangement could only be temporary at best. To have two of the Skywalker triplets in the same area along with a Jedi Master was simply too much of a beacon, but the child's manner made it clear that she needed him and wouldn't abandoning her now just be another way to fail Anakin all over again? This was definitely something he would have to discuss with Qui-Gon.

It took the dreary duo several hours to get back to Ben's small hut. By the time they had safely gotten indoors the sun was just past setting. Although Lormé was tired enough to go directly to bed, she didn't make so much as a move towards the only bed in the hermit's small quarters. To do so would have been presumptuous and rude, and if their was one thing her mother had taught her, it was how to act in polite society.

"I'm sorry about the accommodations. Your call came so suddenly and I had no time to prepare." The girl had only contacted him well after she had embarked on her journey to the desert planet. On the surface, it seemed like a rash move. What would the child have done if he had not been here?

Little did he know that Lormé was no where near as rash has her father had been. In fact, despite sometimes appearing the contrary, she left few things completely to chance. What she could not plain she trusted to the Force. Although she was nowhere as attuned to it as she would have been with training, she knew enough to trust it when it whispered its sweet melody in her ear.

Ben Kenobi had been the one her mother had trusted and he was the one she would stay with. If she would have given him the option, he would have pawned her off on someone else, so she didn't give him the opportunity to say no.

"Ben?" She asked after a moment, pausing to get some form of acknowledgement from him.

"You're a Jedi, aren't you?" Although the question caught him off guard, he managed to hide it with an amused smile. Padmé had confided to him on more than one occasion that the child was far more observant than what was good for her and that Lormé had a peculiar habit of not revealing exactly how much she knew or deduced.

"Oh…am I? What makes you think so?" He asked with a stroke of his beard. He never got a verbal answer. The doll-like child just walked over to one of her trunks, the same one she had been so very adamant about carrying herself, and opened it.

Laying on top of numerous bits of mechanical junk and leather-bound ledgers were hollo-recordings and news clippings from the time of the Clone Wars, all of which were about the "Hero-With-No-Fear" and "The Negotiator" or a certain former Nubian child-queen-turned-senator. These were contraband carefully collected over years of junk shop sales and stolen from Imperial libraries across the galaxy.

"And if I am?"

Her face remained almost as expressionless as before. It was clear through the Force that the death of her mother had left a gaping void in the girl's heart. The fact that she hadn't sought to fill it with hatred as her father did was a blessing in and of its self, but that didn't make it any less difficult to see her face so blank and lifeless.

"I want to be one, like him. Like my father."

Ben couldn't help but shiver at her ominous words. She was not the first youngling to make that claim but she actually had the potential. She and her unknown siblings could very well be the only beings to pull this galaxy out of darkness. Or, they could cast everyone so far into the abyss that not one soul could return.