Author's Note: This story begins before Anakin and Padme met, but then soon skips ahead to when they married.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Star Wars characters that is owned by George Lucus.
Summary: Anakin has always kept some secrets, but Padme has one that she can't run away from and which lives inside her.
Chapter 1: Dark Life
A petite eleven-year-old girl walks alongside a tall man in a dark cape. She has never met her parents and grew up here. The only thing she knows about herself is that
her name was typed on a piece of paper found in her basket which she was found in when she was less than a year old. She has never heard of her parents and will
never forgive them fully for leaving her and not even trying to look. Her master is a powerful Sith who is called Dark Sith Lord Morphus. He is like my father. I am that
girl. My life from as far back as I can remember has been with Master. He has taught me everything I need to know.
He is also an extremely knowledgeable man who has forced me to read and learn to speak so that one day his dream will come true of me taking over his ship. I may have
given him too much credit in his description. He may be these things, but he is extremely evil and has tried to instill that since I was chosen as his Padawan. I grew up
here being respected because of my master. He has put me through many strenuous training for hours at a time, showing me no mercy and I am forced to work harder
than any of the many other Padawans that reside on the ship. I has become skilled with my double-sided light saber and worked hard to become the most powerful
Padawan on the ship. I am included in meetings and am asked my opinion. I walk alongside my master at this very moment keeping my eyes straight ahead avoiding eye
contact which I have been taught to do.
I am Padme Amidala Naberrie, Padawan of the Great Dark Sith Lord Morphus.
An alarm had been sounded about two a Jedi and his Padawan in the Supply Garage. When we get there the Padawan is unconscious on the ground. The only living
force in the room is Master Qui-Gon-Jin. He is a respected Jedi whom I have heard lots about but never seen before.
His eyes are determined. He is focused, staring into the blodshot eyes of my master, I stand there motionless. I can't explain it. He has a certain aura about which shows
sacrifice and balance. No anger lies within this Master Jedi. Master motions for me to come and help him, but I stand there right behind the battle. Both fight with
enormous strength and skill, but I know who has the likelihood of winning this fatal fight. Master. Though both skills are rivaling each other, he has the most experience
and wisdom.
For some unknown reason, I know I will hate for this Jedi to win because he is so full of spirit. Then my limbs become shaky. My arms force out my light-saber from my
belt. A strange force takes over me and I raise the light-saber in the air. Master has the Jedi on the ground and is planning to slice him in his signature swipe like he had
done to so many others.
My legs approach him. The Jedi has a calm face and is ready to receive his fate. Master raises his light-saber, but I am there first. My swing slices off Master's head,
making it drop to the cold, hard, floor and his body soon after.
I am stunned at myself. The father I never had was dead. What was worse is that I killed him. He taught me everything he knew and I had finally earned his respect.
My body is back under my control and I stumble back a few steps, falling onto the floor. Master Qui-Gon-Jin approaches me and stares at me with first a cold face, then
a curious one.
"Were you his Padawan?"
I am silent from my first shock but a nod comes and he offers me his hand.
"Thank you. If anybody else finds out you have betrayed your master, you will surely be killed. If you show myself and my Padawan put of this ship, you can come
back with us." The Jedi Master is offering a deal I know will save my life. I have no other choice.
Master Qui-Gon picks up his Padawan over his shoulders and we run to the shuttle garage, no too far away. An alarm has been sounded and Qui-Gon has put his
apprentice in the closest ship to the opening of the garage.
He turns to me, "Open the garage and quickly come run back to the shuttle."
I follow his directions and before I know it, I am soaring through the galaxy away from the home I had known.
"Now that I am in debt to you for saving my life, I must know your name, or something about you" says Master Jedi, now much calmer with a kind smile on his face.
"I was Dark Sith Lord Morphus's Padawan. I was abandoned onboard his ship and know nothing of my parents. The only things they left was my name. Padme Amidala
Naberrie. It also says I was born on Naboo. I have just turned eleven today and have just realized I have committed murder upon the closest person I had to a father." I
answer solemnly, the first words I have spoken to him.
"I still find it odd that a padawan of a sith would suddenly turn good. Happy Birthday, even though it will probably do no good. Also my name is Jedi Master Qui-Gon
Jin. You can just call me Qui-Jon."
A rustling comes from behind him and his Padawan has awoken.
"Have a nice nap, Obi-Wan? This is our guest, eleven-year-old, Padme Amidala Naberrie, born on Naboo, I found her on the ship where she was a slave, and the newest
person to save my life. Padme, this is my Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi." Says Qui-Gon.
I turn around and give a faint smile as a sign of hello and Qui-Gon informs me we are actually heading to Naboo. For the rest of the ride, I stare out my window into the
bleakness of space, just realizing for the first time that I had just left my life behind.
