Bringing Luke

Owen Lars looked back, averting his gaze from the beautiful sunset to find a Jedi Knight riding forward on a steed.

Beru Lars followed her husband’s gaze and narrowed her eyes.

It was strange to find a Jedi in these parts. Anakin Skywalker had been the last Jedi they had seen just before he left once burying his mother there.

Now, this Jedi dismounted his ride, walking forward with a bundle in his arms.

His face was kind as he approached them.

“Who are you?” Owen said, stopping the Jedi in his tracks.

“My name is Ben Kenobi,” the Jedi said. “I was your cousin’s master. That’s how I knew where to find you.”

“Then why are you here?” Beru asked.

Kenobi walked forward, and upon reaching them showed what was in his arms. Rather who was in his arms.

A boy, a baby boy fast asleep, with round rosy cheeks. He was wrapped in a soft white blanket.

“Aah, he’s so cute,” Beru said. She extended her arms. “Can I hold him?”

“Of course,” Ben Kenobi said as he placed the baby carefully in her embrace.

“Where’d this baby come from?” Owen asked.

“He was orphaned in the war. I thought you could care for him.”

Beru looked to her husband. “Can we?” she asked as she looked up at him.

Owen’s eyebrows were tightened. He wasn’t sure if he should take in this boy. He finally he nodded his head. “Yes, we can let him stay with us.”

Beru smiled, stroking the boy’s soft cheek.

When they turned back to the Jedi, he was already gone.


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