Dreamer
Two, twin suns were diving into the horizon, barely seen now from even Luke's point in the open desert. Well, not exactly open-his house was only a stone's throw away behind him.
Mesmerized he watched the sky turn to a dark blue until the night unfurled with its brilliant stars.
He blinked, once or twice to rid himself of thought, glanced back at the Lars home while taking out the lightsaber he had hidden in his tunic earlier so Uncle Owen wouldn't catch him with it. Its silvery handle gleamed in the night; Luke inspected it with his eyes thoroughly, watching the disc on top as he tried a particular switch.
Hot blue light was unleashed, as long as a man's body and lethal enough to burn through most metals. Behind the light, he saw the Lars homestead and the burning confusion that the day had brought him came back. The day had started with the feeling that something different was about to happen; maybe go as far as his uncle agreeing to let him sign up for the academy. Of course he had said no andLuke got into a heated argument that left him grounded from his speeder.
Then after he was out a long day's work, old, Ben Kenobi came up to him and gave him the lightsaber, saying it belonged to his father. Owen had a weird sixth sense like all parents seemed to have, and when he saw Kenobi talking to Luke, he was furious.
So furious, that he shouted angrily, shot his blaster in warning, and threatened that if he ever spoke to Luke again he would shoot Ben so good that not even the desert would be able to pick apart his bones.
Even more bizarre, was the capsule he had found on his way home. It had been seething smoke,lying crashed in the open desert, a tall golden droid coming out in a terrible fluster, C3PO he had introduced himself as. Checking the inside he found nothing but broken wires, a seat, and some odd tapes-which he took and gave to the droidto hang on to.
Seemingly, the droid was as baffled as he was and said he was on a ship that had been attacked by the Rebels, how he got the tapes he didn't know.
A loud thump came from the garage, followed by a bang-the door.
Quickly he switched off the lightsaber, holding it behind his back; he tried to look casual.
Thankfully, it was his Aunt Beru. Her face creased slightly as she smiled at Luke worriedly, "Are you all right, Luke?"
He nodded, "Fine, just looking at the stars."
She followed his gaze, smiled as she felt the serene calm their desert had to offer in the shelter of home. She closed her eyes. For minutes, it seemed all the tension died down and they both enjoyed the beauty of the night together, like they all used to do when Luke was younger.
Just the thought of them together made him burn up again and Luke wondered why his uncle had changed so much. He did not want to be a farmer!
"I'm going in."
Luke walked back, slumped but carefully maneuvering the lightsaber in front of him so his aunt wouldn't notice. Then he slipped it back into his tunic.
"I'll come too, wait for me Luke."
He stopped, and as she caught up she looked at Luke-he looked so much like his father. She took his shoulder affectionately, "Your father would be proud of you, Luke. I'll talk to Owen, he loves you very much but he can be so stubborn. We both know you don't want to be a farmer and he has to get it through his stubborn head if I have to drive it in myself."
Luke laughed with a little mirth, leaned on his aunt's shoulder like a son would do.
