This is the product of a single thought. One little idea that came from my head. "In the beginning a single cell split into two. " And that is what makes the difference between Darkness and Light, and the dance we all share in between.
Acronychal -(sometimes spelled acronical, especially in the US) literally refers to something happening in the evening or at nightfall. However, it's principally a moderately rare technical term in astronomy and astrology which refers to the rising or setting of a star at the same time as the sun sets.
"Life is just a blank slate, what matters most is what you write on it" - Christine Frankland
All the flowers that you planted mother in the backyard
all died when you went away
I know that living with you, baby, was sometimes hard
but I'm willing to give it another try
On a star ship in the mid rim, a woman sighed deeply, smiling at the two angelic faces looking back at her and then looked back at the man who she didn't trust. "Their names?" He asked. She had carried them, birthed them, and loved them, and now someone was trying to take them away.
"Amallakin and Anakin." She rested her hand on each of their heads as she looked at the greedy face looking back at her. "Why do you want one of my children."
"I am a lonely man my dear. You are a slave who can't handle one child, let alone two." A tear dripped down her cheek as she looked to the sad smile on the face of Oberon Abya, the large Koorivar that was her current owner.
"He's right Shmi." Oberon looked to the evil man, "it's already done."
"You sold one of my babies!" Shmi cried. "You-"
"Amallakin. I have use of Anakin." She bit her lip and swallowed back the tide of sadness.
"Can I-.." Shmi looked at Oberon and gave him a watery grin. "Can I say goodbye?" Oberon nodded, and the man scowled. She led the two year olds away from the angry man, suddenly terrified for her daughter.
"Momma? Why are you sad?" Anakin spoke, his arm wrapped around his sister. They were identical twins, both had crystal blue eyes and short tousled white blond hair. If it weren't for the tiny scar above Amallakin's right brow in the shape of Coursca gem they'd be indistinguishable from the other.
Shmi touched her thumb to the scar on her daughter's forehead and swallowed back her fear and sadness. Not that it would help. "Momma, what's wrong?" Amallakin frowned, both had a gift of sight to the inner corner of people around them. Which is why they made wonderful companions to the children she tended to on the large freighter. They were being groomed in their own perspective areas, Amallakin as a handmaiden and Anakin in the engine room.
Amallakin would never become a Handmaiden, "Malla. I don't know how to tell you so you understand."
"Oberon sold me." She said, her tongue enunciating the words like any child thrice her age.
"He- .. Yes darling and that man in the black cloak is going to take you far away from me and Anakin."
"Momma I don't want to go." Tears started rolling down the girls face. Her pale, porcelain skin growing red with anger. "I don't want to!"
"We can't stop it. We can only wish that some day we will be reunited." There was a knock on the door. The small man with the snarl was arguing with Oberon.
"Shmi, I'm sorry-" She nodded and proceeded to pack the insignificant amount of possessions that her daughter had acquired. She passed the office and tried to be discreet but she couldn't help overhearing Oberon and the man still arguing. Now in Oberon's large office.
"Oberon, I want the boy."
"You asked for one of the children. You did not specify which one suited you better. They are mine,"
"I'll report you."
"For what? Employing a Nanny? Senator Palpatine, you must do better than that. They told me you Nabooian's were Shrewd." Oberon was a business man to the bitter end. Shmi was unsure why this man was so persistent to have her son over her daughter. The man had pled for companionship but Shmi and the children both saw through that, but what they could not see was the final goal. The why. She slipped quietly out of the adjoining room.
An idea occurred to her and she snuck back, grabbing a piece of the thick, expensive paper from the nursery where the Royal children lived, she wrote in her messy scrawl for several minutes, trying to properly portray her love for the child she would never see again.
She darted back to the room she shared with her children. Amallakin was all packed, hugging her brother who was speechless with grief. She kneeled down beside the two and wrapped them in her arms. She heard the recognizable footsteps of men and quickly tucked the letter in the fold of her daughter's skirt. "Keep the letter. Read it as often as you need. Remember that I will always love you." She whispered in the girls ear.
The door opened to the little family, Shmi and Anakin awash in tears. Amalla dry eyed with a steel look to her eye. "You will call me Father child." The man held out a hand to her, his thin white lips pulled over his teeth in a smile that scared the children.
"We will see each other again Anakin." The girl swore to her brother, clinging tightly to the haversack and the letter. With one last kiss on her mother's cheek, she hugged her brother. She started walking away but paused and looked back at her brother and smiled before following the dark man out.
It would take twenty years for that promise to come true, but promises have their own way of making their mark.