A/n: Okay, when I did the Padmé POV, I knew I would just HAVE to go back and do Anakin one day. So here I am. Unlike the Padmé one, Anakin's POV will be over the course of the first three movies, rather than just focusing on the AotC.

Chapter 1: Fateful Day

Ever since I was young, there was always one thing I was passionate about, becoming a Jedi.

I had first heard the tale of them when I was very little, perhaps five or so. A space pirate was talking about them. About they were the guardians of peace in the galaxy. How they helped out the less fortunate with their amazing powers. I especially heard many things about the laser sword they carried, how it could cut through anything.

From what I had heard about them, they were immortal.

I used to dream about becoming a Jedi Knight, coming back to Tatooine and freeing all the slaves. No one would stand against me when I was around…I would be so powerful, that I could protect people from others who wished them harm.

That was my goal, my dream, until I found something else I would be passionate about…

Padmé.

Even now, years later, I can still remember her just as she was. So beautiful, so regal, so flawless, the epiphany of perfection. She brought laughter and love to my life. The light in the overwhelming darkness.

Darkness…

I remember holding her in my arms, content for the moment. But only for the moment. Darkness was overwhelming our world, our own little world filled with love.

I wanted to make everything all right for her.

I promised to make everything all right for her.

I did whatever it took to make sure she would be safe…

But it wasn't enough…none of it was enough…

Padmé…she was the only one I ever loved…

The only one I had ever loved, ever since I was nine years old…

I met her on that fateful day…

So many long years ago, when I was still a slave on Tatooine. When I was still just a little boy, not knowing much about the galaxy. Naive to the evils of the world. I didn't know much of anything, except for the harsh planet where I grew up.

I was a slave to the junk dealer Watto, and, like every day, would have to work in his shop. The day started out like any other, leave at dawn, and then get to the shop before it opened. I didn't usually deal with customers. I usually was out back, either cleaning or sorting out through old, mostly broken mechanical parts.

I was cleaning up a coolant system of a starfighter, and just thinking about how I could maybe secretly use it on my podracer, when I heard the bark of the snippy Toydarian.

"Boy, get in here now!" Watto yelled in Huttese.

I sighed. I'd have to leave my daydreams of my fully finished pod for later. I threw down my cleaning rag and ran into the shop.

"What took you so long?" My master demanded.

I replied, "I was cleaning fan switches!"

He ordered, "Watch the store. I've got some selling to do." I tried not to look at the strangers, but I couldn't help it. The first was a tall man, who was dressed as a moisture farmer. But he didn't seem like any moisture farmer I had ever met. There was something about him that was different. I knew it, but I couldn't place it. Like always, my intuition gave me great insight.

The next one was even stranger than the first. It seemed to be some kind of creature, which could obviously speak like a human. By the way it appeared; I assumed it was from some watery planet. It was obviously as intelligent as it looked. Next to the strange being was an astromech droid. That interested me little, since I had seen them hundreds of times.

Then, my eyes fell on her. From the moment I first saw her, I knew she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I hadn't been around women very much, but from what I had known, she was by far superior to the women on Tatooine. Her sight captivated me.

I was brought back from this spell she put around me when Watto switched back to his suave, salesman's voice and said, "So, let me take you out back. You'll find what you need." And with a gruff laugh, he started leading the outlanders to the junk pile out back.

The man glared at the duck billed creature, and grabbed a part out of its hands. "Don't touch anything." He said sternly.

He didn't notice that it stuck its rather long tongue out at him once he turned around and followed Watto out of the shop.

That left me alone with the girl. Well, not technically, since that thing was still around, but it was as alone as I could get.

While she looked around, I started cleaning a part, but couldn't help but snatch glances at her. Finally, I had enough courage to ask the question that was on my mind. I took a deep breath, and while thinking, Here goes nothing, I asked, "Are you an angel?"

She turned around sharply, looking at me through her dark brown eyes. "What?"

"An angel." I repeated. "I heard the deep space pilots talk about them." I continued, not wanting to stop while she was smiling at me. "They're the most beautiful creatures in the universe."

She came closer, and seemed happy about my previous spoken words. I felt like showing off a bit of what I knew. "They live on the moons of Iego, I think." I gave a small grin.

The girl returned it. "You're a funny little boy. How do you know so much?"

I replied, "I listen to all the traders and star pilots that come through here." I felt like impressing her. "I'm a pilot, you know. And someday, I'm going to fly away from this place."

That seemed to astonish her. "You're a pilot?"

I smiled again, and looked down at the small part I was supposed to be cleaning. She was impressed by me! "Uh-huh. All my life."

Now she was interested. "How long have you been here?"

I replied. "Since I was very little. Three, I think…My mom and I were sold to Gardulla the Hutt, but she lost us betting on the podraces."

The girl was shocked. "You're a slave?" She was definitely an outlander. An outlander from very far away. Everyone on the outer rim knew Tatooine kept up with the slave trade.

But, I was a teeny bit annoyed by that. I may have been a slave, but that wasn't who I really was. I told her who and what I was. "I'm a person, and my name is Anakin."

She quickly apologized. "I'm sorry. I don't really understand. This is a strange place to me." She looked a bit nervous at that.

The conversation could have gone on, but the creature that they had brought with them made a disturbance by accidentally activating an old pit droid, causing it to run around the shop. It chased after it, muttering things in its high pitched voice. After a small struggle, it got hold of it, still trying to subdue the droid, and loosing very badly.

"Hey," I told the stranger. "Hit the nose!"

It took a second to register on it, but it swiftly struck the nose, causing the droid to fold back up.

The strange girl laughed. Her laughter made me happier than I had ever been.

"What's your name?" I asked.

For a moment, she looked at me, wondering why I was asking this information, but then she replied, "I'm Padmé."

I remember strongly considering telling her that it was a pretty name, but Padmé's brown eyes gazed around the shop and she said, "You must know a lot of things, if you work in a mechanical shop."

"Yup." I replied proudly. "I'm a mechanic. I build and fix things around our house for Mom." I started babbling on, wanting to tell her everything about my life. "One time, I found this old holoprojector with really old holograms in it. It wasn't working, and it wouldn't have lasted long anyways if I wasn't so good at building things—"

Just then, the strange outlander came back into the shop, looking disappointed. "We're leaving." He said, in an annoyed tone. He looked over at the water creature, who was now trying to pick up parts he had knocked over. "Jar Jar." I took it for the creature's name. Jar Jar fell over.

As the man started leading his party out of the shop, Padmé looked back at me and smiled. I felt my heart instantly lift. "I was glad to have met you, Anakin." And then she left.

I waited a second; unsure of whether I should reply. I yelled after her, "I was glad to meet you too!"

Upon meeting that strange girl in the shop that day, I felt that it had changed my life somehow, but I didn't know how much. I was too young to realize what it meant. I knew, however, that seeing her was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

I was right. Padmé was—the only thing that was ever in my life that could truly make me happy.

The one person who I was always happy to be around, the one person who could make me laugh.

If I had only known it then.

A/N: So, here's the beginning of the Anakin fic. So, Like? Hate? Tell me in le reviews, people! I love hearing your comments, even if they aren't so good!