I feel like I have a new life and I'm going to take full advantage of it.
William Green
Black Ben was Light. Even three-year-old Anakin could feel that much.
The wizened old wizard stood in front of Guerilla's seat of power, her throne so to speak. His hands where placed on his hips, and he radiated an aria of power that hinted that there was more to him than what he had revealed to the citizens of Mos Espa. His eyes, usually blue and twinkling, were a stormy grey.
"Guerilla, we have a bit of a problem," the wizard said softly.
"Your request will not be granted, scum," said Guerilla in Huttese. Ben sighed as though this was all routine, boring.
"It is not a request, it's a demand," he said. "You will sell two of your slaves to me or I will be forced to take more drastic measures."
"You say sell? You have no money."
"I have enough. How much will they cost?" Guerilla looked Anakin and his mom up and down, and Anakin shuddered.
"500."
"The boy is untrained. 400."
"Do you expect me to barter with you, wizard? 450." Ben smiled.
"Done," he said, tossing a small bag of money to Guerilla. She grunted and counted the money, then reluctantly handed their remotes to a slave, who gave them to Black Ben. Anakin's eyes widened. He was going to be sold to a wizard!
"Come on, you two," said Black Ben, still smiling. Anakin's mom was clutching his hand tightly as they followed Ben out to his land-speeder. He jumped into the co-pilot's seat, and Ben raised an eyebrow. Anakin heard his mom's breath hitch, but he wasn't afraid of the wizard.
"Can I sit in the co-pilot's seat?" said Anakin. Ben let out a bark of laughter.
"Do you need to ask permission?" he said, stepping in and starting the ignition.