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Ismira decided to go to bed early; she almost always did, as she enjoyed waking with the sun. Anakin and Padme, however, decided to stay up and talk. Ismira fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Ismira woke to hear Anakin crying out for their mother. She got out of bed and ran over to him, shaking him.

"Ani?" she said, worried, "Ani, wake up!" Anakin inhaled sharply and snapped his eyes open, grabbing his sister by the arms.

"Izzy!" he shouted, "what time is it?"

"It's about four. What was the dream about?" Anakin sighed and looked up at Ismira. He was a mess. He was trembling, and he was in a cold sweat. "How about I get you some tea, and then you can tell me about it?" Anakin nodded, and Ismira ran off to the kitchen, pulling a dressing gown over her ankle-length nightdress as she went.

The kitchen wasn't far from the room, and it didn't take long to make the tea. She placed the tea pot, two mugs, a little bantha milk, and a strainer onto a tray, and quickly carried it back to the room, using the force to stop anything from spilling.

"So," said Ismira as she poured the tea, "what happened in your dream?"

"I-I saw mom, in pain, dying. I've had this dream before - I haven't been able to sleep properly for about a month."

"Oh, Ani." Ismira pulled him into a hug, rubbing comforting circles on his back. "Does Master Kenobi know?"

"Yes. I told him after having the dream for about a week."

"I think, for the moment, you should take a few deep breaths, finish your tea, and then go back to sleep." Anakin nodded but secretly, he was already making plans to go to to Tatooine and rescue his mother.

"That must have been some dream you had last night," said Padme as she approached her Jedi protectors.

"You heard that?" Said Anakin, not opening his eyes from his meditation, although Ismira could sense his embarrassment through the force.

"You were quite loud."

"I'm sorry. The dream was about my mother, a vision of her death. I have to rescue her."

Ismira couldn't help but feel a little bit excited as she and Anakin set down the ship in Mos Espa. This was her homeworld - the planet on which she was born. Hazy memories of her time there began to come back to her.

First port of call was to find Watto. He was Shmi's last known owner, making him a good starting point. The shop was a long walk, so the trio opted to take a taxi. It wasn't hard to find Watto.

The toydarian was sitting behind a desk outside his shop, fixing a ship part of some sort with little success. Anakin offered to help, and had the piece fixed in mere seconds.

"Ani?" asked Watto. "Little Ani?"

"I'm looking for Shmi Skywalker."

"It is you! And Izzy too! Both Jedi! Hey, maybe you could help me with some deadbeats who owe me money."

"My mother."

"Oh, uh, Shmi, uh, I don't own her anymore. I sold her to some farmer, years ago. Man called, uh, Lars, I think, years ago. But hey, I heard he freed her, married her even, so not so bad, eh?"

"Could you tell me where they live?"

"Sure. They live out by the Jundland Wastes, over the other side of Mos Eisley."

The journey out to the Lars family home took quite a while. It was, after all, quite a while away. Anakin was tense the whole way. The Lars' house was cleverly carved into the rock so that anyone looking at the spot would see only a small hut, nothing more. It was a way of avoiding the notice of the sand people; essential outside of the towns and ports.

Anakin, Ismira, and Padme were greeted by C3-PO, who was amazed to see his Maker. "Master Ani!" he shouted,"what brings you out here?"

"I'm looking for my mother."

"Oh. Perhaps you had best come inside."

Once they arrived in the 'garden' area of the house (well, someone had put a few desert plants around it) they saw a young man and woman, about the same age as Anakin. "May I introduce Anakin Skywalker, Master Owen," said 3-PO.

"Owen Lars," the young man held out his hand, which Anakin shook. "I guess I'm your step brother. This is my girlfriend, Beru."

"This is my sister, your step sister, Ismira," said Anakin. Ismira held out her hand and shook Owen's.

"I'm Padme," interjected the senator.

"I'm looking for my mother. I was told she was here?" Owen and Beru looked at each other nervously.

"Your mother's not here." Anakin, Ismira and Padme turned to see a man with one leg sitting in a hoverchair. "Cliegg Lars. Shmi's my wife."

Cliegg told them about how Shmi had been taken by the sand people while collecting mushrooms from the evaporators, and how of the thirty people that went looking for her, only four had returned. Anakin got up to leave. "Ani, where are you going?" asked Ismira, worried.

"I'm going to find my mother."

"Your mother's dead, son," said Cliegg. He tried to take his step son's hand, but Anakin walked off.

The suns were setting when Ismira came into the room she and Padme were to share, finding Padme sitting on one of the beds, looking upset.

"What's wrong?" asked the the young padawan.

"Ani's gone." That was all it took to send Ismira running up and out above the house, borrowing a speeder as she went. She had to help Anakin, and stop him doing something stupid.

Anakin wasn't hard to find, for Ismira at least. His force signature was so easy to find. She pulled up when she saw his speeder leaning against an evaporator and walked from there. After a while, she found herself looking at her brother, about to cut a hole into the wall of a hut. She rushed over as fast as was possible without being heard. He wasn't all that surprised to see her. In fact, he didn't even react to her arrival.

Inside the tent, they saw their mother tied to a pole, forced to kneel, with cuts and bruises everywhere. "Mom?" asked Anakin.

"Ani?" her voice was raspy. "Izzy? Oh my dears!"

"We're going to get you out of here, Mom," said Ismira as she cut the ropes, freeing her mother.

"I'm so proud of you two. So proud..."

"Mom, you can't die."

"So proud." Shmi let out a raspy breath.

"Mom!" exclaimed Anakin, but it was too late; she was dead. Anakin got up a look of fury in his eyes. Ismira grabbed his wrist.

"Where are you going?" she asked him, worried now. "I'm going to get my revenge on those, those... animals!"

"No, Ani! We're Jedi! We don't seek revenge! It's a path to the dark side."

Thankfully, Anakin saw sense in his sister's words. He calmed. They carefully carried their mother back to the speeders, taking a sheet from the hut with them. Once they were back at the speeders, they hastily wrapped their mother in the sheet. Anakin put her on his speeder and they returned to the house. Both of them were crying.

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