A Morning's Contemplation
Silence, peace, quiet. Young Anakin Skywalker sat cross-legged on the windowsill of his bedroom, watching the twin suns rise over the horizon on his home planet, the desert planet of Tatooine. The rooftops of the city of Mos Espa, where he lived, were lit in their fiery glow.
Anakin's sandy blond hair hung over his inquisitive blue eyes as he stared out of the window in his small bedroom in the tiny house he and his mother lived in, in the slave district of Mos Espa. The city's slave district was considered ugly and insignificant to most, but to Anakin, in the early hours of the morning, it seemed almost magical, the way the sun lit up the rooftops.
At the same time, the familiar sight filled him with a longing to escape from the monotony of his life and the growing concern that he may never leave the city or ever gain his freedom. The city was a cage to Anakin, the key long hidden away, and moments like this were taunting him, teasing him with the thoughts of adventure, and yet waving the fact that he could leave in front of his face, just out of reach. As a slave, Anakin could never leave the planet; he could not even venture outside of the city limits without his master's consent, for all the slaves of Tatooine have, hidden somewhere in their bodies, a small, but powerful transmitter designed to keep slaves from leaving their masters.
He would have to head to Watto's shop soon to work, but for now, he could daydream of the future, when he would be a world-renowned star pilot. One day, he would see it all; he would travel to every solar system and see every star.
Anakin may have only been nine years old, but he was wise and mature beyond his years. The force was strong with him and gave him the fastest reflexes of any human on Tattooine, enabling young Anakin Skywalker to be the only human able to compete in podracing. Some day, podracing would be his ticket out of the city; he was already building a podracer, hidden away in the slave district. His racer would the fastest ever built and when he had won enough money he would free himself and his mother and they would travel the world together.
Anakin could hear his mother, stirring in her room down the hall. He wished she could sleep in longer some days. Shmi Skywalker was overworked and tried hard to disguise the dark circles under her eyes and hoped that Anakin had not noticed. But the boy was quite perceptive and Anakin knew much of his mother's troubles.
Watto was not necessarily a horrible master, there were certainly worse ones, but he was filled with greed and wanted to get everything he could out of his slaves. Anakin hated the fact that he had no freedom and had to do what Watto told him. Though, as much as he wanted freedom, Anakin would not leave Tatooine without his mother, she meant the world to him and he wanted to stay with her forever.
"Annie!", called his mother, "time to get up!" Anakin sighed, on to another day of a slave's life. Perhaps today he would find a way out of the cage he was in. Maybe today, he might even see one of those beautiful beings the star pilots called angels. They said that you always see one just before your life changes forever.