(AN: Hello everyone! I am sorry about not loading up any more of the story. TBH I got busy and forgot about it. I had some freetime recently and got reminded of my writing, so I thought I would go at making another chapter. Maybe if anyone else is interested, there will be more. I started writing this for my boys but TBH I don't think they will be too interested in this, so I'll write this sstory for me and for you if you're interested. This chapter will be shorter than the other ones to gauge the interest. Please tell me if you want more! Blessings!)
With the storm now subsided, all returned back to the Skywalker's home, a small hovel of a home in the town of Mos Espa, on the outskirts of the vast desert. Everyone told of their experience with the storm from earlier in the day. Mrs. Skywalker and Qui-Gon though did not talk much of their experience, especially their private talk aboard the starship. Over the dinner they kept exchanging small glances at each other, occasionally finding their eyes locked on one another. Mrs. Skywalker found her mind adrift throughout the dinner with her thoughts locked upon Qui-Gon. He was such a holy man—a renowned minister in Jedi Christian Order. Even his face bore a distinct similarity to that of their Savior. And his voice, it was such a gorgeous sound, speaking with an accent not commonly found in these parts of the galaxy. So rapturous and consuming. She wanted to be with him. She wanted him to be with her, wrapped in love together. She missed the spark of love that had been gone since her husband Mr. Skywalker had passed. With Qui-Gon, the smallest embers of that were rekindled. Back in her room, she prayed feverishly for God to grant a romantic relationship with Qui-Gon.
"Dear Lord, in my heart I feel so strongly for the touch of your son and most blessed Servant, Qui-Gon Jinn. I feel for him both a deep love and a physical draw to be with him, Lord. I do not wish though to terry far from what you intend. I pray, Lord, please guard my heart and that of Qui-Gon's. May we seek you first before we seek the company of eachother. I pray though that you would bless us to be of one heart. May we find love together and grow old together. He is so good with children and people, and the way he looks at me! I have not seen such king eyes be so enthralled to meet my own in so very long. Though I long for him, God, I do know that your enemy, The Dark Lord Satan has been whispering to his servants to cause chaos across the galaxy. May his demonic minions not enter into my heart, may they not take Qui-Gon or myself away from the plans you have for us."
At that very moment, Mrs. Skywalker felt a stirring in her heart. It was a word from the Lord. She closed her eyes and listened closely to the words being spoken to her in her heart: "This is the Lord your God, Shmi. The Lord whom you love and serve. I have seen your heart and your deeds. You are a faithful servant of servants. Blessed are you among all beings. In my time, I will send for you one whom you will love in that which you had loved once Mr. Skywalker. Never again will such love be taken away from you. In my timing I will reveal who I have chosen for you. This chosen one will love you more deeply than any man you have known has loved you. This is my word and my promise to you. Fear not the days ahead, for one whom will love you for all of his days will be made known to you when the time is right. For I am the Lord and I have spoken."
The revelation shocked Mrs. Skywalker. It was hard to remember when the Lord had spoken such a vivid word for her. Until the time was right, she would lock away these words in heart and quietly meditate upon them.
As all rested in the city of Moss Espa, especially those who rested inside the Skywalker house, a dark presence walked along the nighttime sands not far from the city. This figure was cloaked in a thick black coat that ruffled against the wind as they flew against the sands on their speeder bike. It was a nefarious servant of the Dark Lord Satan, a senior lieutenant in his forces, the dreaded and corrupted Darth Maul. So devoted was Darth Maul that he modified his face and his body to appear in the traditional image of the Dark Lord Satan himself—skin that was red and black, a head of horns, and eyes of a devious yellow. His teeth were quite sharp too. There was no servant as wicked or cunning or evil as Darth Maul. He was the Dark Lord Satan's favorite evil doer. Knowing the Jedi Christian Council had sent pastors to the Outer Rim, he would need to hold onto the heart of Jabba the Hutt, another of his faithful servants. Darth Maul was sent to keep the heart of the Hutt hardened of his sins and continue to be an enemy of the Jedi Christian church. And Darth Maul would do everything in his power to help him, even evil things.