Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars
AN: Luke is an only child in this story. Leia didn't die in childbirth, she just doesn't exist.
There were stories that had circulated. Stories about special children.
The big black monster could sense the special children. He knew they were special. You could tell when the monster was around even when he didn't want you to know. His mechanical breathing gave him away.
He would take the children, I heard. The parents were either killed or never saw them again.
When he was born, doctors told me Luke was special and that I should hide him. I went with the option of an isolated village.
I was informed that Luke had the possibility of having a normal life like the other children at his school. The monster wouldn't find him, they said.
Not only did he take away children but he had killed others at the end of the war. Maybe, I thought maybe if just one more time—no I couldn't, I've been told over and over briefly after Luke was born.
I was in a deep sleep when Luke whispered, "Mommy, I can't fall asleep."
"Why?" I asked him as he climbed into the blanket next to me like he did often.
"The monster keeps making weird noises."
I froze. "Is he here?" Suddenly, my heart was beating furiously inside my chest.
"Shh! Do you hear it, Mommy?"
"Yes I can hear it." I squeezed my eyes shut as I held Luke's small body close to me. He used his hands to pull the blanket over our heads.
I couldn't move my legs, or I forgot that they could move.
The breathing grew louder and I knew he was in the same room.
"Mommy, why are you shaking? I don't like it. You're scaring me." Luke at least knew to keep his voice lowered.
"Luke, no matter what, just please remember that I love you. I always will." I cried as my husband ripped my son away from my arms.
TBC. Just kidding.