A/N: Chapter is about: Owen Lars, Beru, Luke, Obi-Wan, Bail and starting off where Kida left off (CHAPTER 3>>>)

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Chapter Five

MEANWHILE IN NABOO:

The black image of nothing turns into a familiar face and my heart sinks as I realise who the face belongs to. Padmé Amidala, the senator, the Queen of Naboo - I don't know what to think. This black image turns into a dream and I can talk in my dream and Padmé can talk too. I don't know what's real and what's not real anymore. But I know this is my chance to say what I've been building up, locked inside of me even if it's not real.

"I miss you" I echo, the tears building up.

She smiles, her smile could mend so many damage and lost people, her smile, her existence was so powerful.

"Kida. Why are you crying? Don't cry my love. You'll be ok" Padmé echoes back. She is so lovely. She's wearing her funeral dress that is blue with silk and with little white flower buds in her brown curly hair with some sort of necklace. A necklace I've never seen before but it's a interesting shape I must say.

"Padmé. You were gone so quick, and how do you know I'll be ok? Tell me...Why do bad things happen to good people?" I say my hand on my forehead. I'm so frustrated.

"Cause your Kida. Your my Kida and your strong, stronger than anybody I knew. Bad things happen to good people because we are survivors, in a way. Your a survivor and that's how I know" Padmé says, a bright smile on her face. A smile that will never fade.

I puff with relief. A few seconds past before I speak again. My head down looking at the emptiness.

"What happened to you? I mean, why are you not here with us anymore? Who..who...what happened?" I questioned.

It's too hard to say the word 'killed' or 'murder' too early. My heart breaks - Padmé Amidala's smile fades a little.

"It doesn't matter, I'm not here anymore because I tried to save someone. A friend who I loved so much. I was trying to save him and I failed. I have failed" Padmé echoes, a tear escaping her eye.

I don't hesitate so I run towards her spirit and hug her, I can feel her arms around me her chin resting on the top of my head. I hate seeing her like this, whether she's alive or not, I hate it! And who is she talking about? She tried to save someone? A friend she loved so much and she failed? What on Naboo does that mean?

"Who. Who is this person?" I question. She quickly responds

"You mean who was this person....My life, my life and I've failed" she cries

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MEANWHILE IN TATOONIE: BERU ~

I put my baby Luke to bed two hours ago, he is so handsome and peaceful. He will grow to be someone unlike me and Owen. He will grow up to be a hero; and not a farmer, I can feel it. I try to believe that he'll be a great farmer like Owen but his destined to be more than just a farmer. Then I hear footsteps coming towards me.

"Man, it's so hot out there! Maybe I should've put bags on staying in the Hutt" Owen laughs entering the front room.

"I know that's why I put bags on staying in the Hutt" I answer, grinning a smile. The poor bastard has to work hours and hours out there, getting every chore finished and that's why I love him. His a hard worker just like his own father.

Owen clanks his bag on the table and gives me a hug, I love Owen's hugs even if he is sweaty. After a moment just standing there we finally speak.

"How is Luke?" Owen questions. I smile back

"Fine. His sleeping, I put him to bed two hours ago" I answer, breaking away each other's embrace after a minute or so. My thoughts come back about Luke's father.

"What's the matter, Beru?" Owen echoes. He finally picks up my tension. I hesitate to answer for awhile

"Owen, darling. There's something I want to talk about" I start off, I sit at the table waiting for Owen to sit down as well. When he does sit down he echoes

"What do you want to talk about?" I can feel the tension in his voice. I think he knows what I'm about to say

"Do you know who Luke's real parents are? I remember years ago a Jedi, named Kenobi gave us the baby but he didn't say much. Just 'Take care of this child' I think he said that the parents are no longer with the baby or something. But do you know who the parents are?" I question looking at my fingers, there skinny and they need more fat on them. I try to look comfortable around Owen but it doesn't seem to work.

I finally look up and Owen's face is pale, frozen. I hold his hand wanting an answer.

"Luke's parents are gone Beru. There's nothing more to it" he answers leaving the table. Our connection with our hands is broken off. I stand and yell

"Gone? Who are they!" I demand. Owen's back is standing in front of me, Owen stands still.

I put my hand on his back hoping to make him turn around, Owen finally faces me his eyes like shattered glass.

"Beru, Luke's parents were-" Before Owen can continue, baby Luke awakens.

My mouth gives out a loud sigh I'm so close to find how who Luke's real parents are. Anakin Skywalker whoever he is, a Jedi I guess and who on Tatooine is the mother? I suppose she's beautiful and full of grace just like her son. My thoughts are drained by Luke's cries I hurry towards the crib and grab him bringing him close to my heart. Babies and all living things love to hear heartbeats.

"Shhhh. It's ok, sleep, sleepy, sleepy, go back to bed" I whisper. I can't stop thinking about Luke's real parents.

Luke falls asleep in my arms and I walk out of the room towards Owen. I need to know and everything will be ok because Luke is fast asleep. He just needed to be in my arms. His mother arms.

"Owen. I still need to know. Please tell me" I beg

Owen's face is pale so he decides to sit down at the table. I stand still holding Luke close to me, still fast asleep.

"Beru. Luke's parents were Anakin Skywalker, a Jedi, his master was Obi-Wan Kenobi. The one who sent Luke down to Tatoonie to us. Anakin was the father. The mother was The Queen of Naboo but then elected the Senator of Naboo, her name was Padmé"

My jaw opens, I don't believe what I'm hearing. It takes me a few seconds to analyse what Owen just said.

"Padmé, you mean Padmé Amidala? She's the mother and Anakin a Jedi? Isn't love forbidden for a Jedi? What" I gobble in shock.

I don't know much about Jedi's and the force and all of that. But I do know that the force is real and that Jedi's are forbidden to be passionate is what I mean. They can love their family and friends but they can't have passion outside their work or something like that. Anakin and Padmé are the real parents. Then horror strikes my mind:

Was Anakin the reason for Padmé's death?

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MEANWHILE IN ALDERAAN:

Ben Kenobi sat there on the bench overlooking at the amazing view of Alderaan. He thought to himself quietly what Anakin, Darth Vader, was thinking right now. I know he lost a lot of things in his life, his mother, never knew his father but he lost him too I guess. And now he lost a friend and his wife, the love of his life. Now thinking about the past, how did Ben Kenobi not have not known that Anakin was in love with Padmé? He knew that they were good friends but geez I really did miss the mark on that one.

I leave the amazing view and walk towards the main halls. I want to talk to Bail now that I've calm down. It wasn't right the way I got mad real quick at Bail. As Obi-Wan walks the lonely halls horror slips in his mind.

I'm the only living Jedi left, myself and Yoda are the only Jedi's left in the galaxy.

I try to calm my mind but I sweat heavily and quick, I feel nausea and faint. I lean on the wall for support holding one hand to my chest. The thought never occurred to me; I know the truth - I can feel it. I feel sick to my stomach. My mind out of touch, so out of touch that I don't realise Bail is talking to me.

"Are you alright? You look awful" Bail echoes.

"I'm fine. I just need to sit down" I answer

Bail doesn't say a word for awhile, he just gestures back to his house for me to sit down. It's a few minutes maybe five until I reach Bail's home.

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"Back so soon, Bail? Oh. Hello Ben. It's nice to see you-" Breha starts off, realising I'm too ill to have a conversation right now.

Breha Organa is Bail's wife, she is the now mother of Leia. Leia, I almost forgotten. I try to distract my thoughts and think about Leia who will live here with Bail and Breha.

"Here, sit down" Bail gestures offering me a seat on a long, curly velvet thing that looks like a wired snake but is actually a seat for me to sit down.

I sit down without hesitation. I breathe in and out until I say something

"Hello Breha. Sorry to come in your home without warning. Bail found me struggling in the hallways, a little embarrassing" I puff, my hand at the back of my neck. Collecting the sweat in my palm.

Breha smiles

"Don't be sorry, guests are always appreciated in this house. Do you want something to drink?" Breha echoes

"Yes please that would be great" I answer feeling better already.

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NABOO:

My heart is broken, Padmé won't tell me who this person she failed to save is. So I don't question any further.

"Padmé....What will I do now? Without you here?" I echo hoping to change the subject quickly.

She stops crying and our embrace falls apart. In her eyes I see hope. I see change.

"You'll be ok. I'm always here" she answers, putting her hand on my shoulder

I still want to ask Padmé more things there's just too many questions in my mind but before I can speak again she fades away. She fades away and my eyes begin to open. I see burly faces and faint voices my mind frozen like ice.

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"FRIZAAQUOK MORLEY YOU WAKE UP! Please honey, please wake up. We don't want to lose you"

The voice yells slowly turning into cries. I recognise the voice, it's auntie Ritá calling for me to return. I slowly widen my eyes and hearing more sighs of relief. Ritá, Tudá and Quit (aka Quilt) hug me tightly and I begin to breathe normally. I thought I was a goner. My eyes begin to water and tears flow out I hold my face into my hands sitting up I hear Quilt's voice whispering

"It's ok, sis! Why are you crying"

"I'm not crying you moron!" I yell, laughing a little of Quilt's expression

"But seriously why were you crying?" Quilt questions. I hesitate a little

"I had a dream. A dream about someone I loved"

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