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Young Luke Skywalker was sleeping in his room. He lived with his aunt and uncle, Owen and Beru Lars, who owned a farm on the outer rim planet of Tatooine. He never knew his real father or his mother, and he didn't know where they were now. Luke's dreams were filled with the adventures of a young boy with blonde hair that looked very similar to his hair. If you think about it the boy looked distinctivly like him. But sometimes his dreams were full of breathing, heavy breathing. The sound terrified him. He'd wake up in the middle of the night and be too scared to go back to sleep. But tonight's dream was different.
A young man with brown hair was fighting a person who looked like a young Ben Kenobi. The two people were fighting on a planet that flowed with lava. They weren't fighting with blasters, they were fighting with something Luke had never seen before. He heard the legends of Jedi Knights that used a weapon that was not only used for offense, but for defense. Surely this was the weapon he'd heard about. The two men blocked blows as well strike their opponent. They were riding down a river of lava on a raft made of wood. The Ben Kenobi looking fighter did a flip off the raft onto the surface of the the volcanic planet. Luke knew that he had the advantage, he had the higher ground.
"It's over Anakin, I have the high ground," he shouted to Anakin. Anakin? Was this the young blonde haired boy from his dreams? Clearly this was not the same person.
"You underestimate the power of the dark side," Anakin said with confidence. Dark side? Was there a light side of what they were talking about? Luke had so many questions.
The other Jedi looked at Anakin with fear. "Don't do it," he spoke it like a command. Was he Anakin's master? But why would they be fighting? But as the Jedi finished these words, Anakin attempted to do the same move that the Jedi did. Luke was anxious to see what happened next, what happened to these two Jedi.
"Luke, get up, we got harvest," his uncle spoke with the same tone of command as the Jedi did.
Voices were still ringing in his head.
"You were the Chosen One," the voice of the Jedi yelled. And a voice replied as if someone was in pain.
"I HATE YOU!" the voice of Anakin screamed. Was Anakin talking to the other Jedi, or someone else?
Luke groaned. Harvest was his least favorite time of the year. "Uncle Owen, why can't we just get some droids to do the work?" Luke was cranky and mad that he didn't see that fate of Anakin.
But then he remembered that he had something to look forward today, Wedge's birthday.