A New World.

A world blanket by an endless blue sky so even, it was impossible to see a in it. Yet, this was no unusual occurrence considering the planet wasn't called Earth. The planet I'm talking about isn't even in the galaxy I knew.

Having numerous suns boring down on the land, scorching the land turning the once fertile land to a sandy brown waste moving to where the wind goddess saw fit. Now that was definitely not Earth, but an alien world called Tatoonie.


Shimi Skywalker watched tight-lipped as her only realistic connection to sanity crawled out of his loaned pod-racer. Once, or actually, even now she still enjoyed the scene, the thrill of pod-racing, but who could blame a mother for worrying about her only son for risking his neck one too many times.

'Honestly!' she berated the pod-racer's first pioneer mentally while waiting for the land-speeder to land.

'Blasted creature with no sense of safety precautions'

fortunately for her mothering instincts, she knew that one of the transports would land with her son safely intact for that was the only way she'll accept him without too much of the nagging he fumed at. Giving a sounded sigh, she screwed her face into one filled with false worries just as Anakin came out of the land-speeder.


"Oba chee ka!" Watto, owner of the Skywalker' slaves continued with his scolding, or more like screeching. That was in Shimi's opinion, the only thing that could describe his voice. 'Like a spoilt baby' she thought

Two years before, she would never even dare to think of such thoughts about her master. Yet, that was two years. Now is a different story, one that she was grateful for given that her Slytherin past had finally returned to her.

Although it was still infuriating since she hadn't found a way to get out her slavery . Years of being the ice queen gave her a certain reputation that she wasn't quite ready to give up yet.

Imagine the looks on her acquaintances if they ever discovered that she was a slave! Bonded and at someone's beck and call! That would be the end of her life or so she suppose. Yet now, she was beginning to soften on the inside as she learned to take in the harden life of the poor, and treasure life.

After all, being a Slytherin was to walk a never-ending path of hardship, one that will let its' walker strive towards a goal for life. After all, to reach that goal meant two paths. The first was to find another goal, or the second which was unpleasant- to die from lack of motivation. That was the price for being cunning and ambitious, also the reason why most dark witches and wizards came from the serpent's house. They knew the truth. The world can never be conquered.

Flashback

Being dragged literally by a hovering blurred creature she had never seen before to who knows where in a strangely environment frightened and clueless, was the understatement of her life. Of course she was afraid, trembling to her bare feet, which was sore with pain from walking on the sandy land. In fact she was so absorbed with her painful feet and nauseous guts that she never realized that the hovering creature had stopped hovering forward but sideward, into a small sandy stoned cave.

What happened next was the one thing she will always remember for life. It had happened within the span of a snapped finger, when her head burst with pain, spinning her world till everything faded from her view, escaping from her feebly grasp save for a voice screaming itself hoarse...


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