Anakin Skywalker: The Chosen One

A Jedi's Journey

(A/N: Okay so I changed the name from "Anakin Skywalker: Son of The Force" to "Anakin Skywalker: The Chosen".)

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Anakin was awoken from his peaceful slumber by the loud alarm from his clock that always ended up leaving a dull ringing in his ears, like a faint echo in a cave.

He reached out with a lazy hand and turned off the alarm and laid in his bed for a moment, taking in the room around him, bathed in the light of the morning sun pouring through his window.

The window also providing a view of the city of Coruscant, already reflecting the light of the sun of the metal and glass of their structures, the air already beginning to fill with speeder's and other such vehicles as they zoomed past his window.

While Anakin would of loved nothing more than to retreat back into the warmth of his bed and drift back into the pleasantness of sleep, he know that he would have to get up before his master came in and forced him to get up and lecture him about being lazy and sleeping in bed all day.

Back when he was a slave on Tatooine, if he was seen like this by his owner then he would have been punished for his laziness, in bed or at work.

And at the end of each gruelling day at Watto's junk shop, after going home to his and his mother's small living space and going to bed, he would hope that one day that he would wake up one day and be away from it all.

Being able to free his mother, and to do what he wished to do.

This hope, he realises, was only half granted.

He was free but his mother was still stuck on Tatooine, trapped as a slave.

This meant that he still had to keep his promise to come back and free her, which meant that he had to become a Jedi, which meant that he had to train to become strong, which meant that he had to get up and greet his master.

With a small groan he pulled himself from his bed and got changed into his Jedi training robes.

Once he was ready he opened his door and was greeted with the smell of a prepared breakfast and the sight of his master sitting down at the table, patiently waiting with a cup of tea in his hand.

Qui-Gon looked up when he heard Anakin's door opened.

"Ah, good morning Anakin. I'm glad that you could join me this morning."

"Good morning master." Anakin replied in a slightly groggy tone as he walked towards table, sat down and began to devour the food in front of him.

"If there is one thing about you that won't change, it will be your sense of apatite." Qui-Gon said with a slight shake of his head.

Anakin looked up when his master said this and swallowed the food that was in his mouth.

"Well back on Tatooine, me and my mom wouldn't have been able to get a lot of food being slaves and all so most of the time I would go to bed mostly starving. So having this much food everyday is pretty incredible for me." He said as he was about to resume his attack on his breakfast.

However he stopped as the thoughts of his mother started to enter his mind and a look of longing had consumed his features.

"I wish she was here to enjoy it though."

Qui-Gon looked at his padawan with concern. He knew that with the temples rules about forming any type of attachment with anyone, including family, was hard for Anakin to accept.

And seeing him long to meet his mother again made Qui-Gon's heart ache slightly for the mother that he has never meet.

Qui-Gon gave Anakin a comforting look.