Anakin gazed skyward, his mothers hand lightly resting on his arm, and thought about what it would be like to be out there, flying battle crusiers and fighters, traveling to far worlds and strange places. He didnt care what Wald said, he wouldnt be a slave all his life. Just as he wouldnt always be a boy. He would find a way to leave Tatooine. He would find a way to take his mother with him. His dreams whirled through his head as he watched the stars, a kaleidoscope of bright immages. He imagined how it would be. He saw it clearly in his mind, and it made him smile.
One day, he thought, seeing the old spacers face in the darkness befor him,his wry smile and strange gray eyes, I'll do everything you've done. Everything. He took a deep breath and held it.
