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Ahsoka followed the young farmboy, past ripples of endless sand. She wondered how he wasn't lost, since the terrain seemed to be just endless miles of sand.
No wonder Anakin had hated it. No reasonable person would willingly spend their life here.
She wondered what Ben was up to, then. Probably busy hiding from the clutches of the Empire. But why on Tatooine?
"This way," Luke said, pointing to something off in the distance, a house, maybe. "We're almost there," he added, turning to look back to Ahsoka, who had turned an even brother red from the heat of the two suns "Hey, where are you from?"
"Uh..." she said, not wanting to lie, but not sure that she could trust this boy. He seemed to easy to talk to, too eager to learn everything about her. Maybe Obi-Wan was right. Maybe the boy was an imperial spy. "Well, I was born on Shili, but-"
"Cool!" Luke interrupted, grinning. "I was born here, on Tattooine. My father died two days before I was born, though, and my mother died giving birth, so I was raised by my aunt and uncle." His tone grew softer, sad even.
"Oh," Ahsoka said. There was a brief moment of silence before Luke continued his chattering.
"My father was a navigator on a spice freighter," he continued, kicking up the sand with his shoes, making Ahsoka cough. "He traveled to all kinds of distant lands, like Coruscant, and Naboo, and Mandalore. He didn't have to just stay here, on this desolate rock that has nothing to see.." Luke trailed off.
"Well, there's um, sand!" Ahsoka put in unhelpfully. He reminded her of herself at that age: eager to see the world, eager to grow up. But too eager, she later realized. Luke rolled his eyes.
"Sand doesn't count. No one wants to visit a planet just to see sand,"
"What do you think I'm doing here?" Ahsoka murmured. The young farmboy shrugged, brushing hair out of his eyes. Hair that matched the sand.
"I don't know," Luke muttered, sighing.. "I'm going to guess it's not to see sand?"
Should she tell him? The unanswered question hung in the air.
"Well," she finally replied, hope filling her. "I'm hoping to find information about Anakin Skywalker. Have you heard of him?"
Luke's mouth dropped open. Ahsoka flinched. Was that a bad sign? she wondered nervously. Maybe Anakin had done something really terrible on Tatooine, and that was why-
"Are you kidding?" he cried, his eyes as wide as the two suns. "Anakin Skywalker was my father!"
Ahsoka gasped, but she could tell just by looking that it was true. The boy had the same facial structure, the same sandy hair, and his presence in the Force was quite similar. Too similar, even. She absentmindedly wondered how or why Imperials hadn't found him yet.
"Wait a minute," she asked, growing anxious to know, anxious to start revealing her Master's past. "Who was your mother?"
Luke frowned, knitting his eyebrows together in a way that made her want to call him Anakin. "I don't really know," he admitted. "But my aunt said that her name was Padme, and she was very beautiful,"
"Padme?" she felt a smile creep across her face. So her suspicions had been true...
Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala had been in love.