A/N- Hello Everyone! After planning out the future of this story, I had to rewrite a bit of chapter 1 to make clear of future chapters.

Location: Tatooine

Year: 48 BBY

Shmi Skywalker's face was red and drenched in sweat. The sweltering temperature in the small hut overwhelmed her senses. At 30 years old, most women were considered in their late child-bearing years. Shmi clenched onto the hand of her mid-wife. She prayed the agony would be over soon. How had she waited to meet the young face of her child.

She shuddered as she attempted to push at the huge weight in her body. Her midwife smiled and said, " Keep going Shmi! It's only a matter of minutes now."

With another large scream and push, she collapses her hand onto the pillow made out of harsh cloth. The cries of a young child fill into the air. Shmi cries in joy as her young son is placed into her arms. The mid-wife claims, " Your son is healthy and very handsome. What shall you call him?"

Shmi's arms wrap around her small newborn son. She peers down at those large blue eyes and the small patches of platinum blond hair. Shmi had no idea how much you could love another being after meeting them seconds before. She chuckles and says, " I don't know yet. He's very strong."

The mid-wife peers over the child's mother and says, " And what of his father?"

Shmi's joy turns into waves of fury and rage. Her heart pounds in her chest from many years of torture as a slave. Her eyes flash to her son's and her mind flashes back to nine months ago. Nine months ago she had escaped her cruel master. Her master had taken pleasure into experimenting on her in ways she did not understand. Her master had used the force on her many times in an attempt to learn how to create life instead of bringing death. He always used his slaves for this pleasure as he was seeking ways to live longer and to become immortal. She thinks somehow he had created the life she had carried into being without ever laying with her.

She had been tortured for years by her captors. With the help of a former Jedi, Qui-gon Jinn, she was able to escape her master's experiments and fled to the Outer Rims. Qui-gon had befriended her on Coruscant and helped her escape after he had managed to figure out the Emperor's plans. Her mind tries not to dwell too much on her friendship with Commander Jinn. He had befriended her and she had felt a closeness to someone she had not felt in a long time. But he was in the back of her mind nowadays- not forgotten and not forgiven...

Shmi had fled to the Outer Rims and had found herself working as a cleaning slave. She was captured and they had found the slave device in her neck. Her owners weren't very cruel and attended to her and her unborn child with a mid-wife. They didn't want any future slaves harmed. They needed her son to be healthy.

Shmi's eyes peer back up at her Mid-wife's and she asks, " Do you mind leaving us for a moment?"

The young woman's hazel eyes are uncertain. She had been told not to leave the young mother's side to be sure she didn't try to escape for freedom. She nods and suggests, " I will be back soon. I will retrieve clothes for you precious boy."

Shmi thanks the young woman and peers down at her boy. His bright eyes meet his mother's. He is calm and seems to be completely at peace. She rubs his thin blond hair and whispers, " What shall we call you, Hmm?"

Her son stares up at her and reminds her of a warrior, strong and brave. He would have to be strong and brave in this world. He would be a slave for most of his life or his entire life, never knowing the truth. It would be a better life to be a slave then live as the heir to the Empire. Shmi didn't want to think about what would have been done with her boy if her master had known he had succeeded into creating a life form out of the force.

She smiles again, forgetting the past and eyeing the precious boy in her arms. She thought of a name that went well with the ideals of a warrior. She whispers to him, " We shall call you Anakin."

To be Continued.