The Shortfics:
Slaves
Author: LVB
Disclaimer: I don't own anything SW related. Don't sue.
Summary: Shmi Skywalker thinks about her son, even after her death
I am sorry, my son. My dear little Ani. I am sorry I could not give you the life you deserved. You were born into a life of slavery. But you were destined for great things. I've always known it.
You were such a kind boy, Ani. You never once complained about the life you were forced to live. You never saw yourself as a slave, just as a simple boy. You never complained that you couldn't go exploring because of the slave chip.
The only time it ever bothered you was when you saw how much we all suffered. You wanted to free the slaves, Ani. I still remember that. I was so happy the day you met the Jedi, my son.
I knew it was a chance for you to get out of here – to live your dream. I knew in your heart you would never forget us, Ani.
But, as your mother, I knew the darkness was coming for you, Ani. All the time you were gone, I could feel it and I could see it. The darkness wanted you, Ani. I couldn't do anything.
All I could hope was that you remembered those words you spoke to me as a boy, Ani. I want to believe that you will still come back and free the slaves. It will prove to your mother than the light hasn't been fully driven from you.
I saw you fall, my son. I saw you become so powerful. I can see in your eyes the anger and the hatred. But when you sleep at night, my son, Darth Vader, all I can see is my little Ani.
And all I can hear you saying is that one day you will free the slaves.