Peeks out nervously from behind rock Hi guys! It's been well... forever... Nervous chuckle – ducks sharp objects thrown Ok, ok, ok, ok here's another chapter!
Chapter Three
"Blue the boy, red... his brother..."
Qui-Gon watched the same die tumble over the ground, how could the fates have left him with this decision! The cube began to slow on the sandy ground, pivoting between the red and blue faces. Self-reproach began to shred his usual cool reasoning, how could he let himself leave the young man here to be beaten and possibly be murdered one day? The die was coming to its last revolutions...
"Can you help him? Can you take him away from here?" A sudden familiar voice rang in his head for an unknown reason... Obi-Wan wanted Anakin off this planet...
With a hidden gesture the cube turned over once more before stopping, turning and landing on a blue face.
Watto glowered at the Jedi, "You won the small toss outlander, but you won't win the race so it makes little difference!" he snarled at Qui-Gon and flew off in a huff.
Anakin, Shmi and friends were arriving with R2 and 3PO who were towing Anakin's racer. Anakin surveyed the room with a long face.
"Mom, where's Obi-Wan?" He asked Shmi. His brother had not been at their house when Anakin woke up that morning, Shmi told him that he had some errands to run for Watto before the race.
"He'll be here Ani," Shmi comforted her son, "He promised you, didn't he?"
Anakin smiled, Obi-Wan always kept his promises. Shmi on the other hand looked worried, Her foster son indeed was always true to his word, unless some force delayed him that was outside of his control.
Fortunately Shmi worries where disappointed for that day; Obi-Wan was in the pit hanger waiting until when Anakin was on the track sitting his racer. He saw Qui-Gon talking to his foster brother when he had finished he went to Anakin's side.
"Where have you been Obi-Wan?" Anakin asked.
"I'm sorry Ani, Watto's errands took more time then I thought." The little white lie seemed to apse the boy.
"Are you ready?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Yeah." Anakin said seriously, but not with out an off-handed flippancy that he was noted for. "I'm going win this time, I know it."
"I do too." The older said before giving him a hug and heading off the track, joining Anakin's friend Kitster on the ground by the track.
The light shown, the gong rang and the race began.
TBC
Stuck-can't think of anything more right now.
Screams and hides under rock again
I'll be back, I'll be back, I'll be back, I'll be back!