On the surface, it was just like any other day on Tatooine.
It was hot and dry. The two suns were high in the sky. Moisture farmers went about their daily work. The dancers in Jabba's Palace sashayed their hips to the beat of the music. The cantinas were crowded with thugs and outlaws. Stormtroopers patrolled the streets. Vendors set up stands and sold their products. Ships came and went from the spaceports.
But for one little boy, the day was anything but ordinary. In fact, he knew from the very moment he had awoken that something was going to happen, something big.
He had always had some kind of strange insight into things that everyone else seemed to lack. His dreams were filled with blood and death and explosions – not subjects that should be on the mind of a normal five year old.
And he seemed to always know so much more than other people. He knew when a Tusken raider attack would happen, where it would happen, who would die. He knew when people were lying. He knew which people were trustworthy and which were not just by glancing at them. He knew when there would be dust storms. He knew other peoples' emotions – whether they were sad or angry or happy or bored.
No one else knew these things, though. Only him.
But today, he knew that something was going to happen. Every fiber of his being shouted it at him.
He went through his day, anyway, and did his chores, not mentioning a thing to his aunt and uncle. He hoped the feeling would go away.
It didn't. It just got worse and worse until he was in a fog, a trance. He didn't notice anything around him, all he knew was the strange whispers that enveloped his mind – Sidious, the voice hissed, Vader.
Reaching out his hand, he started drawing in the sand, slowly at first, then faster and faster, the same two symbols over and over again.
Sidious, the voice hissed, Vader.
He didn't hear the ship overhead. He didn't hear his aunt's screams and his uncle's shouts. He didn't hear the mechanical breathing behind him.
All he could focus on were those symbols, those strange hieroglyphics which he had never seen before yet knew the meanings of so well.
Sidious, the voice hissed, Vader.
"Skywalker," a baritone voice rumbled, "Luke Skywalker."
He nodded absentmindedly, still tracing the symbols in the sand.
Lord Darth Vader looked from his son to the ground, smirking slightly behind his mask at the two Sith Hieroglyphics he saw written there.
Stooping over, he picked the boy up and quickly made his way to the ship.
Soon, both Skywalkers left Tatooine, never to return again.
And soon, a little boy's drawing in the sand was swept away by the wind, taking with it the only evidence that there was once a hope for the galaxy.
Author's Note: Hello! This is my first Star Wars story. The idea came to me a couple years ago but I never wrote it down until about 1:30 AM yesterday. (I'm a horrible insomniac)
Hope you enjoy it.
-Snarryvader81 (aka Anna)