This is my first story so if you have time please could you read and review. Constrictive criticism wanted :) thanks


It is said Anakin was a Child of the Desert. The desert was in his eyes, his sandy hair and his golden skin. It was in the way he loved the rain and the his loyalty to the ones he loved. It is said that after his mother died in the desert he grew to hate the way the desert took everything from you and the way the grittiness of the sand would slowly wear away the thinly pained veil of the "hero with no fear". The desert never lied.

When I first saw my father I did not recognise him. Whenever I had asked about my father as I child my family would only reply that he was brave and reckless and then would move swiftly move onto another topic. At the time I had thought nothing of it, other than perhaps being slightly annoyed by their repetitiveness of the answer.

Once when I asked Bail about the colour of my father's eyes. 'Blue' he replied, yet somehow I already knew the answer. When I said this to him it obviously came as a shock for him; my own eyes were dark brown - how could I have guessed my fathers? They would say I resembled my mother, but rarely spoke of my father.

When I first saw Anakin, not Darth Vader, it took me a moment to realise who he was, so different was he from Vader. Everything except the height, no the height remained. His eyes were the first thing I recognised, stormy as the oceans, blue as a clear summers day. Fire and Water.

Luke has Anakin's eyes, I see that now. People say I have my mother's eyes but my father's temperament. Initially I didn't like that and would grow quiet when people said that, now I have come to accept it. When I look back on some of the old holograms I have seen of him or the stories I hear of him, mostly from Luke and Kitster, I can begin to understand. Yet the shadow of Darth Vader remains, I don't think it will ever truly go.

It seems fitting then perhaps that both Anakin and Vader dressed in black. Black for Anakin for the shadow he would be, black for Vader for the shadow that he was. Obi Wan never dressed in black. When I was young and innocent I would dress in white, now I wear black occasionally. I don't know what that says about me. Probably that I have matured and am no longer that girl. That's what I hope anyway.

Ever since I was a girl I would wear the crudely carved Japor snippet around my neck. Bail would always say that my father carved it for my mother. When Luke first saw it he immediately know what the patterns meant; light and hope. The Children of the Desert, understand such patterns, I, a child of Alderaan, was never a Child of the Desert.