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The Book of Time

Chapter Three: The Disturbance of the Force

Mos Eisley was a rather dirty place, filled with pirates, smugglers and dealers. A meeting area to drink and gamble and sometimes occasionally trade slaves. Leia was astounded to see so many slavery violations and, much like Padme, hated it. Luke's mind was on a more serious side.

The carriage they were in came to a stop before several stalls, the streets bustling with pilots buying and selling different items. But the one they particularly stopped in front of was almost filthy. Pieces of metal rusting and worn, though it seemed like it had never been used before. Though the stall was dirty had it not been fiercely bright the smell would have certainly been overwhelming. Both stepping off smoothly form the carriage, Luke and Leia randomly chose a stall and made for it. The one they chose was rather cleaner than the others around it. The small creature that owned it sleeping loudly on a used wooden barrel behind the stand.

Waking suddenly, as if been shaken awake, he opened his large eyes and started to float.

Tiny wings beating furiously to hold his weight up.

'Yes? Is there something you want?' he said.

'Is there some accommodation nearby?' Luke replied.

'Ahh…yes, down the street and a few houses in the first left street…called the Calca Lon' Gazing puzzled at the young man and woman, sensing a familiarity between them.

Watto pointed the direction of the bunker house and nodded, nearly knocking over a display of parts on the table.

Thanking him politely, Luke and Leia turned back out onto the street and disappeared from view. Leaving Watto, his eyes large as saucers, staring after them.

The sunset of that day now over, Luke sat cross-legged on a round chair, his eyes closed in deep meditation. Luke was alone, with Leia closed off in another room asleep. A fire flickering beside him, he slowly widened his eyelids, watching the light dancing reflectively around him, as a breeze occasionally blew in and out of the room stirring it ever so slightly.

The house was beautiful, one of the more beautiful places in Mos Eisley. Hidden between two nightclubs on a busy side street. Simple yet sophisticated, the room held a beautiful range of artworks and furniture with a small veranda overlooking the space depot. The curtains whispered quietly against the silent black night, the wispy thin material moving like waves in a calm night.

Then like a knife slicing through the silence came a tremor, light at first but becoming more violent as if the world was spinning on itself. Screams and roars rang in Luke's ears as the disturbance stopped instantly suddenly regaining the once peaceful air in the night. But Luke knew more, something had come to pass that he foretold. Anakin was here.