Ch.2-The Visitor
Later that afternoon as everyone went about their chores and duties of that day, a strange and unnatural sand storm immigrated towards the Skywalker property. Luke stopped what he was doing and looked up, squinting in the distance.
"Is that a sand storm?" he asked.
Beru stood up. "I believe it is," she said, going back to her work.
"Hmmm…that doesn't seem natural," he said.
"Don't worry about it," she said, without looking up. "They look different all the time, but they always cause the same amounts of damage."
"Shouldn't we get inside then?" he asked.
Beru looked up again. "Yeah. I guess so," she said, starting to walk towards the house. "Go get your Uncle. He's so stubborn about coming in," she said with a smile.
Luke scampered off to get him. "Uncle Owen! Uncle Owen!" he said. It took some time, but eventually he spotted him off in the distance. "Uncle Owen!" he shouted, waving his arms around, but they were hardly visible in the thickness of the storm. Owen finally turned around, but had an extremely frustrated face on, one of anger. Luke didn't know why; he figured it couldn't just be about the storm. After some gesturing, however, Owen caught on to the message and ran inside after Luke.
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Once indoors, Luke realized that Beru had shut and locked all the windows and doors, but one. He skipped over to the last window.
"Oh, I forgot," Beru said, noticing Luke.
He smiled. "It's all right, Beru. I got it," he said.
She seemed a little resistant, but let him tend to it. Just before closing the window completely, Luke peered out of it and froze.
"You guys! There's someone out there!" he said.
Owen and Beru gave each other a cautious look.
"Shouldn't we let him in?" Luke asked.
They were silent.
Finally, Luke turned around. "Guys?" he asked.
They both stood completely still. Beru then looked up at Owen. He nodded uneasily.
"Go ahead. Let him in," Beru said.
Luke raced out the door, ignoring their weird habits. He came back in a few moments later with an older man with thick hair a blush color of white, and a worn robe of ancient significance.
"That was a close call," Luke said, guiding him to a chair and returning to shut the door. "You could've been a gonner."
"I appreciate your concern," the man said.
"Well, tell us about yourself," Owen said discerningly. Cautious looks were being traced between Beru, Owen & the old man, but Luke made himself focus on the security & identity of this man.
"I'm going to get some tea," Beru said, heading for the kitchen. "Won't you come help me, Luke?" she gestured.
"But Beru, I—"
She demanded his leave with her eyes, and within a moment he was gone. Beyond the closed kitchen doors nothing was heard that had gone on in that singular room. Moments later, Owen burst through the room frustrated and mad, almost more mad than Luke had seen him earlier outside.
"What's wrong?" Beru asked. "Did he say something? What did he say?"
Owen just paced back and forth angrily.
"I'll go to him," Luke said.
Beru didn't bother to stop him. Neither did Owen. It would seem too suspicious if they insisted on protecting Luke from this seemingly harmless old man.
"He can't know…" Owen muttered.
"He will and you know it," Beru said, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't tell me that," he said, storming off again.
Beru shook her head and sighed. "It's his destiny. You can't hide the past forever. Sooner or later he will want to know and he will not stop until he finds out," she said.
Owen stopped. "Well, I'm gonna try long and hard before something like that happens." He burst back into the other room where the old man seemed to be deep in thought, sitting across from Luke.
"Why can't you just tell me your name?" Luke asked again.
Weary glances were shot between Owen and the old man. Suddenly, they both understood. Owen sighed.
"His name is Ben," he said.
Luke looked up in surprise. "And how do you know this?" he asked.
"He's an old…friend of mine," Owen said.
Luke turned back to the old man. "Well, it's nice to meet you," he said, shaking his hand. "Very nice to meet you…Ben?"
"Kenobi," the old man said. "My name is Ben Kenobi."
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A/N: Tell me your thoughts. Did you like it? Did you not? Are you angry cause it took me so long? Tell me everything! Lol.
