Heyyy guys! I'm back with another story! This one is about an OC—Anakin Skywalker's little sister. Yep. Her name is Ariana Starla Skywalker. It's set right after Anakin's mother dies—they spend more time on Tatooine than in the movie in this. I'll try to keep it as canon accurate as I can. Hope you enjoy!
Ariana
I avoided the gaze of everyone that passed me as I walked through the crowded streets, blonde hair tied back in a messy bun.
I was still looking for her.
Mother.
Shmi Skywalker.
We had been separated for a few months now, but I still couldn't figure out where she'd disappeared to.
I'd been resold—separated from her.
I'd gone back, out of pure curiosity as to if she was alright.
She had been sold to someone as well.
So I watched.
Waited.
And hoped to find the one she was always talking about.
My brother—Anakin.
I scanned the crowds for her description of him—blonde haired boy.
There were a lot of those.
I was supposed to be running errands.
But there I was, looking for someone who might be long dead.
I sighed, walking through the market and looking for my master's request—some droid parts for his broken astromech.
Until a strange young man brushed past me.
I stared at him tentatively—blonde hair, blue eyes, probably less than twenty.
But the resemblance to Mother?
Made me wonder.
Really, really wonder.
"Excuse me," he muttered.
He looked furious.
The beautiful young woman walked alongside him, hair falling in beautiful curls, eyes watchful, wearing a gorgeous dress, smiled at me apologetically.
"Do you know Shmi Skywalker?"
I didn't mean to.
I just blurted it out before I could even think.
He turned slowly, tilting his head at me.
"Yes. I did," he said quietly.
He looked like he wanted to knock something over.
The woman put a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off.
"Did?" I repeated softly. "Do you know where she is?"
He shifted his gaze to the ground uncomfortably, fists clenching at his sides. "She's dead."
I froze, staring at him. "She…what?"
He glared at me, turning on his heel. "You heard me."
I swayed a little, leaning against the crates of little fruits that was next to me. "But…how?"
"Tusken Raiders," he grunted, but he wasn't walking away fully.
"Who are you?" I asked quietly.
"Anakin Skywalker. Her son," he muttered.
I froze even more. "You…you are her son? You're Anakin?"
"Who are you, kid? How do you even know her?" Anakin asked, throwing his hands in the air exasperatedly.
The woman finally spoke up. One word. "Ani."
He sighed, eyes wild.
"I'm Ariana…she's my friend…she told me to wait for you," I said carefully.
He looked so angry.
I was afraid that if I told him I was his sister, he'd hurt me in his frustration—he had a weapon at his waist that I had only heard of in stories.
A lightsaber.
Anakin
I stared at the girl.
She was maybe ten, but on the taller side—and looked and spoke as though she were a lot older than that. She had messy, dark blonde hair pulled back in a low bun, and bright blue eyes.
She looked familiar.
But I couldn't place her.
"Ariana," I repeated.
"But…everyone calls me Ari," she said, almost shyly.
Padme made a little sound that was something like a laugh. "Ani and Ari," she mumbled, sounding pleased with herself for making the connection.
"Ari, how do you know her?" I asked.
Her eyes darted around, and I stared, suddenly aware of the fact that she had a collar clipped around her neck.
I had only ever had the implant.
The collar was so much worse, according to Mother.
"I…she was…my friend," Ari said slowly.
I raised an eyebrow. "Your…friend? You are a child. She was an adult," I commented.
She sighed like she'd guessed that I'd say that. "Yes. I know."
"So why—" I began.
"It's complicated," she muttered.
"Ani," Padme said suddenly, "we need to get back."
"I thought we were—"
"Getting food. Right," Padme sighed. She looked at the girl, then turned to me, eyes sparkling like she was trying to telepathically tell him something.
Or hint that I should say something.
I had no idea what that might be.
"Uh…good chat," I muttered, turning to walk away.
Padme
I was having a good laugh in my mind.
Why doesn't he invite this young girl to eat with us? If she knew Shmi, she surely wants to talk to him…
"Why don't you come with us?" I said finally, concluding that Anakin was too lost in thought to say anything.
The girl cocked her head, then glanced around. "I…would…but I…my master…" she trailed off like the rest was obvious.
I nodded slowly, turning to Anakin.
"Say something," I hissed, making a face to make it clear he needed to do something about this.
He sighed, long and slow. "Where?"
The girl blinked. "Hm?"
"Where. Where do you live?" Anakin asked Ari.
"Oh. Um…"
"It's fine," I interrupted, "just show us."
I gave the nicest smile she could, trying to make it clear they were on Ariana's side.
Finally, she nodded, walking down the messy streets, motioning for them to follow.
I looked at Anakin. "She looks just like you."
"No, she doesn't," he denied instantly.
"Mhm," I sighed, walking after the strange girl.
Did you like it? I'll post two chapters today, and I don't think I'll have a super consistent schedule with this one like I do with my other series—I'll just post when I have more content, 'kay? Please leave a review!
