Ani's P.O.V.

"Papa! Come on!"

"Ani, don't stop, remember what I taught you and whatever happens, don't stop running!" Koskie Kenobi, my father, shouts as his running slows down to a stop in the forest, my feet stop as well from the fear of being apart from my father. He sees my small feet stop moving, and he takes his Mandalorian helmet off and demands, "Anakia, run! Help is on the way, they'll find us, but you need to run now. Now, you hear me!"

"But-" Tears fall from my cheeks as I hear the shots of blasters get closer, I scream in agony, "I don't want to leave you!"

"Go! Ani! Go!"

Without another word, my father turns around and puts his helmet on. I let out a cry before sprinting the direction away from the commotion. Those were the same words my mother yelled at me before I never saw her again. Running through the high grass and trees, I glance back and see my father waiting for the destruction on this planet to reach him. I don't what planet we're on, we've only here because our ship got hit, and this was the nearest place to go to. Just as I'm about to look back around, my little foot hits a rock and I fall face-first into the dirt. The shots of blasters get closer and the sound of my father gets harder to hear. Standing back up and holding my head I run again but this time I don't glance back at him. I want to though; I want nothing more than to run back to him and into his arms.

I don't know who wants to hurt us, but everyone always seems to be after us lately. My father never tells me what's going on if it's dangerous, he only ever says what to do next. As I sprint, a sudden sense of pain fills my chest, like something inside me died. I've felt it before, it was just after I split ways with my mother. The feeling had consumed my mine and soul in a way of sorrow, just as I feel now. I slow my pace and look back for my father in a worry of what this unwarming sensation means. I don't see any sign of him, but my mind fills with rage from the suffering sensation in my heart.

"There she is! Follow her!"

I panic when hearing strangers shouting through the trees, blasters go off and they're close enough that I duck from the chances of getting hit. My head feels heavy and drained from the hit I took from falling. I turn left when reaching a large tree and then make a right when passing another tall wide tree, but the sounds of heavy boots and blasters still surround my ears. I wanted to wail for my father, but I don't want the strangers to have a better direction of knowing where I am. The grass is so tall and I'm short enough that they see only the top of my head as I run. When I pass another tree, I turn but abruptly slip down a hillside. I roll down the hill getting dirt and grass stains on the dress my mother gave me when I was six, I'm ten now but she made it adjustable for me to always wear. I roll down the hill, rolling a handful of yards before I'm stopped at a fallen trunk. I hit it and groan with severe pain forming in my forehead now, but I don't waste any time and get underneath it. For my small body, it's nothing to get underneath it and hide.

"She's around here somewhere, I know she hasn't gotten far."

I cover my mouth and close my eyes; I try to be as quiet as I can when the strange voices and footsteps getting closer. I wanted to cry out or run away, but I know it's too late for that. The group is running down the hill in search of me. I hear them running down the hill past me and I glance to the bottom of the hill. They're running through the trees and into a clearing I can't see in the distance. As their voices get softer in the distance, I finally take my hand from my mouth and pant for air. Tears roll down my face in silence, I close my eyes and wipe them off but when I open my eyes, there's blood on them from the cut on my forehead bleeding down my face. My eyes are heavy and my head feels as if it can't move from the ground. I'm losing the battle with unconsciousness and I can tell there is nothing I do but lay there and let sleep take over my mind. As my eyelids want to close, I see a figure form in the distance, walking toward the log I'm under.

"Anakia, help is on the way. A Jedi."

"Who are you?" I mumble at out but I can barely hear myself from losing consciousness. The man looks twice the age of my father but yet resembles him. He's wrapped in a rope that covers the top of his head, but he doesn't look real. I don't know he's a hologram or a hallucination. The man speaks up again to me as if he heard my mumbled question, "I'm your grandfather... Have no fear when this Jedi appears, he's a friend of mine. Trust him with your life, my dear."

"Obi-Wan?" I weep in confusion and a little in disbelief. My father has told me many stories of him during the clone wars. He was a Jedi, a General, one of the best to my father's description. He had fought bravely for the Republic and my father's mother, Satine Kryze. I never met him in person, but my fathered wished I could along with my grandmother. Out of impulse I reach an arm out for him and sob out, "Obi-Wan!"

"The Jedi Master will keep you safe and teach you the ways of the force." The hologram says in a calming voice as if I should have nothing to fear about my future, "You will become a Jedi such as I once was and learn the ways of the force."

"Obi..." I try to murmur out his name before my eyes completely close and my mind becomes blank, "Obi-"

~Yavin 4~

"How did we not know? How could he have not told you?"

"Ben might have not known back then... But I'm sure she's his blood. I can feel the same force in her as I did with him... She's suffering from the loss of her father. She must be Ben's granddaughter."

"Leave it to that crazy old man to not give us a heads up... Do you think she knows who her grandfather is?"

Waking up by the sound of voices around me, I instantly feel is myself on some type of cushion. Opening my eyes, I immediately see part of a tarp from the tent I'm guessing I'm in. I dab my forehead and feel something on the gash I have. Sitting up and looking around, I notice a plate of food beside the bed I'm in. Looking to my right, I see my father's armor on the floor in the corner. My eyes light up and I jump up from the cot. My father is here, he's alive. I knew he would find me and get us off that terrifying planet. Running out of the tent excitedly, I call out, "Papa! Papa! I knew you would-"

My voice disappears when I am met by three strangers I've never seen before. I look around them and my father is nowhere near them. Panicking, I look back to the three standing outside my tent and take a step back. A man with messy hair is in a black cargo vest and tan shirt with a blaster attached to his hip. Another man is in a completely black uniform I've never seen on anyone before, and the third one is a woman with her hair in a braided bun. Both of them have something hooked on their hips that I've never seen before. It looks nothing like a blaster, but I know better than to think it's not a weapon. My eyes get red as I look between the three of them, I blurt out in a shy voice, "Where's my father?"

"I'm sorry, but..." The woman kneels down and takes my hands in hers, "Your father is dead, he passed away yesterday."

"He fought bravely to save you." The man in a completely black uniform speaks up, "His life was not lost in vain, my child."

"No! I don't believe you!" I take my hands out of the woman's grasp and run back into the tent. I go to his armor and pick up his helmet. The heavy metal is cold in my hands and I burst into tears. I cling onto the Mandalorian armor and cry out, "Papa... Papa!"

"Hey, kid." A voice from behind me speaks up, and I glance behind me to see it's the man with the black vest. He looks around the tent awkwardly before asking me in a light voice, "We brought his body back. Chewy's barring him now... I can take you to his grave."

I look at the man with a quivering bottom lip and look back to the helmet I'm holding. A moment later, I stand up and follow him out with the helmet in my arms. The two other strangers watch as I follow the man out of the tent and in a direction I don't know. The two stand there looking at one another before following behind us. It doesn't take long for me to notice in the distance something completely in fur. An animal of some sort, but it has arms and legs like a person with a crossbow strapped on its back. I see him shoveling dirt into a ditch and I book it toward him. The three strangers continue to walk at the same pace as I stay sprinting toward the beast and ditch. I'm almost to the hole when the animal makes a loud sound I've never heard before. I jump a little and the man with the black vest calls out, "It's okay, Chewy. She can look."

I peer back to the three adults following me in the distance before peeking into the grave. When I see my father's lifeless face surrounded by dirt, I let out a cry as loud as the beast did moments ago. I fall to my knees with uncontrollable tears falling down my cheeks. I drop the helmet to my side, weeping. Looking away from the face I know so well I look back at the three strangers in misery. They all have mournful expressions, they're almost to the grave when I glance up at the mammal with a shovel. He lets out a lower sound similar to the last one before shoveling more dirt into the gravel. With tears slipping off my cheeks, I go to the pile of dirt and start helping him bury my father. The size of dirt I'm grabbing is ten times as small as the beast is shoveling, but I don't care. I will help bury my father just as I help him bury my mother when we found her body. It doesn't take much longer before the grave's evenly covered because. My now dirty brown hands pick up my father's helmet as I kneel in front of his grave. The three strangers stand behind me now as we all take a moment of silence.

"Child," I listen to the man with the black uniform kneel behind me to inquire, "What is your name?"

"Ani." I whisper as stare at the patch of dirt, "Anakia Kenobi."

"I'm sorry for your loss. I didn't know your father, but he seems like a good father and a powerful Mandalorian." The man expresses in a steady voice to not provoke me, "I knew his father, though. Your grandfather... And he was a cunning warrior and a dear friend of mine." I sniffle a little and the memory of my grandfather talking to me comes into my mind. Remembering Ob-Wan's words he said to me before I had passed out, I turn to the man kneeling beside me and demand, "Who are you?"

"I'm Luke Skywalker, I'm a Jedi." He answers, glancing at the woman before looking back to me, "Your grandfather, Ben- Obi-Wan Kenobi, trained me to be one before he passed away."

"He... He can't be dead." I mumble before turning back around and looking down at my father's helmet. Clenching it, I try to recall what my grandfather told me and how he looked. He couldn't be dead, he might have not physically been there with me, but if he was dead, he couldn't have told me what he did. Staring at my father's helmet, I speak up again and explain as best as my eleven-year-old self could, "He came to be in hologram. He told me you would come, a Jedi. He... said you'd train me and that I would be safe..."

"That was his spirit, Ani... He's not here physical... but he was right." The woman kneels down on the other side of me, she addresses the two men with a look I couldn't understand and puts a hand on my shoulder. The men are staring at me with recognition, yet shame for me. Both Luke and the woman stay kneeling beside me as she nods to me declaring, "You are completely safe here with us. My brother will train you to be a Jedi like your grandfather before you taught him."

"It'll be alright, kid." The man with the black vest speaks up, he stands next to Chewy with his arms crossed, "You will train with our son and become as powerful as your grandfather was."

I glanced up at him before staring back down at my father's Mandalorian helmet. I let out a few sniffles before resting my head on the helmet in my lap. My father said help was on the way, my grandfather knew help was on the way, but all I wanted was their help. I always trusted my father's words and what he said about Obi-Wan, I believed in what they stood for and fought for. I just never thought it would be without my father. However, if this is what they both wanted, if this is the path they wanted me to go on, then I will do it in their good grace. I will do my best to make them proud and to honor their memories. Setting the helmet down, I look at the grave and nod, not to anyone around me. I nod to myself, knowing what I must do now. What I must become.