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IN THE HOME OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER was a peaceful environment. After a while, the jarring gusts of sand that hit the home were subdued similarly into white noise. I did not feel the overbearing fatigue that some of the others did, so I elected to explore the small area of the home. It is slightly bigger than the rooms given to us in the Jedi Temple.
I slip out of the room Shmi offered to share with Padmé and me, as quietly as possible. When turning the corner, there stood Qui-Gon silently at the doorway of the Anakin's bedroom, he seemed to be watching him sleep. I couldn't stop my brows from lifting, the feeling of uncertainty and humor rose up in my stomach.
The only sounds that filled the home, came from Jar Jar, who curled up on the kitchen floor in a fetal position, snoring loudly. I almost felt jealous of his ability to sleep.
Apparently, Qui-Gon could not sleep either. Something told me that It was because of this boy- because of Anakin. There was something about him, and I wasn't the only one to feel the strong presence of the force.
I slipped beside the Jedi Master as he watches the soft rise and fall of Anakin's chest as he lay locked in slumber, unaware of Qui-Gon's presence. He is special, Qui-Gon had told this to Shmi Skywalker, and she had agreed. She knew it, too. She sensed it as we both did. Anakin Skywalker was different.
We didn't have to speak in each other's presence to know the reason neither of us could sleep. It was obvious. The connection we had with the force between us made it easy to sense how we felt. And although it was a good and special gift, sometimes I hated it.
Qui-Gon lifted his gaze but I kept mine on Anakin, he looked just about as peaceful as the night outside their shelter. The storm had subsided, and the wind abated. It was quiet without, the night soft and welcoming in its peace.
