"Master?" Ahsoka asked

"Yes Snips", Anakin replied, though his blue eyes were still stormy, the strongness in his body still evident and his mood still fiery, he also looked tired and worn out.

"I was wondering whether you could tell me a story".

He glanced at her and when seeing the earnest look on her face smiled. Though she had been his apprentice for nearly a year now she had never asked for a story.

"What type of story would you like?", he asked. It was Ahsoka's turn to smile now.

"A good one" she replied.

Anakin smirked, "a good one?", he echoed. "Ok, the stories which are told on Tatooine which I know are often darker than most, so if you want me to stop please say". She nodded and he thought of a story to tell Ahsoka. Having found a suitable one in a low, quiet voice he began.

Once there was a woman called Lavinia and she was tall and dark haired and in her grey eyes a light shone for she had not come from that planet on which the desert is everyone's master. However like many people before her and many people who would come after her she had succumbed to the ruthlessness of the Hutts, for they had a power on that planet which outside orders could not diminish. Lavinia had a hard life, due to being a pleasure slave, and she was old before her time because of the abuse she suffered at the hands of her master and the twin suns which beared down upon here, but for all this the light never diminished in her eyes.

"Master", Ahsoka interrupted, "is this a story you were told when you were younger".

He nodded. "Would you like me to stop, I can tell another one if you wish". His eyes had a far away look them and it was evident that he was not seeing what Ahsoka saw in front of her.

She shook her head, "sorry I interrupted, please continue".

"You sure?", he asked. She nodded and he continued.

Now one night the desert came knocking at her door and in the voices of the wind and the sand said that she would bear a child and when the the child was born she named him Lindil which means Warrior in the tongue she spoke before she came to the planet on which the desert rule, for being born from the desert meant that his life would never be easy.

The boy grew up and was loved by his mother for he was the only thing she could call his. While his mother was like the night sky he was like the morning for where his mother had been dark haired, fair skinned and grey eyed, he was tanned, his hair golden and his eyes blue. Yet in many ways he was like his mother for he had the same fire which burnt in her eyes, was quick to pity, and the suffering or death of living things might move him to tears for he was more sensitive than most but he was slow to forget injustice and mockery. Lindil, like those who lived in the desert could sense when a sandstorm was coming, he could sense events before they would happen, but the other children as they too were born from the desert accepted this strange talent.

"Master", Snips inquired, "do you think he was Force sensitive"?

"Most probably, but you must understand that when the Jedi Order is this far from a planet, people do not always understand what this power might be".

"But surely bounty hunters and pilots come there who understand what this power is"?

"Yes they do, but even when they do and they do know and they do tell stories of Jedi, it is still only a small chance that they may take the child off the planet".

Ahsoka nodded in acceptance and once again he continued.

And so the boy grew and though he was kind of heart, he was not popular for he was too serious and too whimsical for the people around him for he foresaw that one day he would be rescued from this planet. And he was. As Lindil was reaching the cusp of manhood his father came back to Lavinia and Lindil and his father promised him another life, far away from the desolateness of the desert and he accepted. Lindil was sad to leave his mother behind and Lavinia was sad to see him go for she, like most mothers do, had loved that child and did not want to give up the only thing which she could call hers, but believing that her son would have a better life let him go, but from that day henceforth the light was gone from her eyes.

Lindil's father had two faces though; the one that wanted to love and the one which wanted to hate, a dark and cruel one which Lindil was loathe to behold. For years Lindil resisted the dark which surrounded his father and desperately tried to hold to the light, but when one day his father brought back Lavinia broken and tortured and with the life fading quickly from her body, Lindil broke. He was so consumed by fear and anger he killed his father, and as many do, had become a tyrant like his father in the process. Lindil too had two faces; the one which wanted to love and the one which wanted to hate. He would come to realise that meaning of his name, Warrior, was apt for his two faces were constantly in conflict.

"Master?" asked Ahsoka.

He looked up once more into her blue eyes.

"Is this story true?"

Anakin laughed softly, " I don't know Snips, I don't know. I think this story is more allegorical or more of a warning…I've always wondered the same thing. I suppose most stories have an element of truth in them. Would you like me to stop?".

Ahsoka shook her head and so Anakin continued.

One day a girl arrived, and she too was like the night sky with her dark hair, pale skin and grey eyes and so alike was she to his mother that when Lindil first saw him he thought she was his mother reincarnated. She was kind and warm and unlike others she did fear him or his wrath for which he was now infamous for, while others treated him with fear she treated him with love. And so he was again in turmoil for his two faces were in conflict- while one wanted him to love, the other wanted him to hate.

A day arrived when the face which wanted him to hate was in power and so Lindil ordered her to go on an impossible mission for which he knew she would not return, for he still possessed the sight to see events before they happened. As soon as he had let her go the face which wanted him to love resumed power and so he followed her to rescue her from the mission which he knew she would die from.

But by the time he arrived it was already too late, though she was still alive the life was leaving her body. Lindil hurried to her side and cradled her dying body with her dark hair, light skin and grey eyes. As she was dying he whispered that he had loved her and with her dying breath she whispered that she loved him as well. Tears swept freely down Lindil's face but he no longer hated and he was no longer in turmoil as the face which had hated had died. But Lindil knew that he was also dying for so great had the conflict been between the two faces the energy within him was almost spent and so resting his head on her body he died.

Anakin paused and his eyes once again had a far away look to them.

"Master?", Ahsoka asked cautiously, "what happened to them afterwards".

Anakin smiled slowly, "it is sad that when they were first found the people were not sad for him being dead, but later some people came to realised that his two faces came to represent the two sides of people's personality".

Ahsoka nodded, yes she could see that.

'What was the girl in the story called?"

"Leia" he replied.

Please review and tell me if you want any more