Disclaimer: I do not know Star Wars nor do I own Star Wars. Those belong to George Lucas. So yea, don't sue me.

Author's note: So, this is really the first story I have ever written. Hopefully it is good. Comments would be nice.

Brief description: Basically, this is a story that spans 2 generations. I got the idea from my favorite Bible verse.

The Prophesy

"'Behold, this child is destined for the fall and rise of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be contradicted, and you yourself a sword shall piece so that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.'"

-Luke 2:34-35-

It had been nine months since she had seen him last. Her beloved husband had ridden off to defend their people and their land. She remembers the last kiss they shared; she can still recall how he tasted. Most of all, she remembers watching him ride off into the fog; watching him disappear into the vastness like a ghost.

It had been six months since she received the news. Her husband had been killed in battle. She took the news hard. She had lost her love and with that her life. She became a living, breathing ghost; haunted constantly by the memories of the past and by what could have been.

It had been three months since her people had lost the battle. It had been three months since she had been captured. It had been three months since she had been sold into slavery. A kind merchant family from a distant planet had bought her. They made her into a house servant. She ran the household for the family. She was still a ghost, haunted constantly, and it was this fact only that made her accept her fate.

It had now been three weeks since she found out. She found herself to be pregnant. She didn't understand how, but she did not care. It was her little miracle really. This little miracle woke her up, brought her back to life. The little miracle that now grew inside her was her hope, her reason to live. She was once again whole. She was once again Shmi Skywalker.

Her master was a merchant who traveled throughout the galaxy; though he happened to do a lot of trading on the planet of Naboo. She had always enjoyed the planet; it was pleasant, and welcoming. It was here and only here that her master let her wander around alone. She took advantage of it too. Today, she would wander through the market streets of the city of Theed. She loved to go to the market and watch people. She loved watching young couples wander around aimlessly; fathers doting on their daughters, but most of all she loved to watch families.

It was on this day, that one particular family caught her attention. A couple was out shopping with their two daughters. The older of the daughters was near seven. Her hair was long and was wavy. Their second child was another girl. She was about four years old. She wore a long pink dress and her hair had tight curls. This little girl suddenly stopped and looked intently at Shmi. Shmi had never since a child this young with a stare so deep. Her eyes had wisdom beyond her years. She looked like a little angel. Her gaze was only broken when the little girl's father came and swept her into his arms. She watched as the girl and her father were lost in the sea of people.

While scanning the market she saw it. The store where they said she lived. They said that if you ever wanted answers to the unknowable, she could answer them. She was Anna, the great oracle to the gods. Shmi wanted answers. She wanted to know what type of child she carried, because it could not be a normal child. She wanted to know how she could be with child. She wanted to know her fate and the fate of the child. So she went into the shop.

A young woman, no more then 25 greeted her. "Ah yes, I have been expecting you. You have many questions about the child you carry, do you not?" Anna questioned.

"Yes, but how did you know about…?"

"Because I am the oracle to the gods," she smiled at the confused and bewildered woman, "come let us sit down. We have much to discuss."

Shmi was guided to the back room and there she and Anna sat. Anna took Shmi's hand and looked her straight in the eye, "The child which you carry is a child of prophesy. He is a child of fate and destiny. He is a child who is to be fatherless; he is to be the son of Suns. The child that grows within you is a child of the stars. The child that grows within you is destined for the rise and fall of many in this universe. He will determine the fate of the universe; to leave it in utter darkness, or complete light."

Then Anna stopped to allow Shmi to take in what was being said to her. Shmi was amazed and overjoyed. She would have a son, and this son would be the name-sake of her beloved husband. Her son would be great. Her son would not have the fate of a slave, but rather a grand fate. Greatness. She was to have a son of suns!

But Anna warned her before she left, "Shmi, whatever happens, you must raise your son. You must never let him go. If you do, you shall loose him forever to the darkness. He shall become a terror unlike any we have known. Keep him with you; protect him with your very life."