The Child is Enchanted
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or Ella Enchanted.
Summary: AU Luke is enchanted by a spectre of the force, his curse is simple: Obey. But when he is captured by Darth Vader, what will he do when he finds out about his son's curse?
Ella Enchanted merged with Star Wars, inspired by the challenge set by Mariella Bullet in '07, but not an exact copy of it. There is no Ella Enchanted characters, but the curse is exactly the same.
AN: This is my "fun" story so I'm going to do mad things with the characters that they don't deserve, but I will try and keep them all in character. Vader may be an exception. Also, the ritual... thingy is translated from Google Translate and is apparently in Irish, so enjoy!
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Tattooine
Owen walked slowly towards his homestead, on a dusty road, forged by Storm troopers. He cradled his nephew's small body, and looked into his vivid blue eyes, so like-
No.
He would not think of him again.
He continued walking, his back taking the brunt of the two suns, the dying embers of Tattoo 1 and the midday fireball of Tattoo 2.
Owen Lars squinted, and saw an elderly woman walking towards him, taking the same dust path as he was, her wispy white hair flying around her tanned face. She was getting closer and her leathery old face was twisted into a smile as she eyed the bundle in Owen's arms.
"Oh, is that a baby? Ooh, I love babies. Can I hold him?" the last sentence was unnecessary , as she had already swooped and was now rocking Luke awkwardly in her arms, bobbing him up and down and cooing at him.
"Madame, I don't-" but his futile attempts were cut off by the woman's eyes, glowing green.
Owen was frozen in place for a second, consumed by the unnatural light coming from the woman's eyes. Then his sense came back to him, and he made to move to stop the woman, to snatch his nephew from her arms, and get as far away from her as possible (and maybe tell Beru while shaking at so close he had come to losing his nephew).
But Owen couldn't move.
His limbs refused to respond and he could only watch in horror as the... entity started chanting while Luke still smiled happily in her arms, oblivious that something terrible was occurring.
"MicSuns,
Eascraíonn anOneroghnaithemac,
ní mór dó éisteachtasinsir,
ní bheidh sé é seo a dhéanamhganbronntanas.
Mé a thabhairtleisan bronntanas:
Obedience."
Owen only understood the last word, but he knew from the sincerity in the words there was a ancient ritual of the... Force? Was that what Kenobi called it?
But he had no time to contemplate this, as his muscles started working again.
On instinct, he ran forward, holding out his hands for Luke. Just as he got close enough, the woman vanished, into light particles.
Luke hovered in the air uncertainly. Owen reached out and plucked his nephew out of the air. He then ran home as fast as he could.
-(...)-
From that day on, no matter what Beru and Owen did, Luke would always obey any order put to him. To let Luke live a normal life, they refrained from giving him direct orders, and told him nothing of the curse put upon him when he was scarcely a day old. And this, is where our story begins.