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A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….

Obi-Wan Kenobi stood on the sand dune rise near his home, watching the twin suns of Tatooine sink toward the horizon. It had not been a good day. It was the day Beru and Owen Lars celebrated the second birthday of their adopted son, Luke Skywalker. Luke. The son of Obi-Wan’s greatest friend and greatest failure, Anakin Skywalker. Anakin who had turned from one of the greatest Jedi of the galaxy into the evil Sith Lord Darth Vader, under Obi-Wan’s guidance. Luke. The future of the Jedi order. The boy given to Obi-Wan to watch over after his mother’s death, and to keep his existence hidden from his father. Luke, the boy he must someday train as a Jedi Knight to fight Darth Vader and end the tyranny of the Sith. Today was to be the day Obi-Wan started Luke’s Jedi training. It did not go as planned.

“What are you doing here?” Owen Lars growled as Obi-Wan poked his head down into the entrance to the Lars family living area.

“Now Lars. Ben is an invited guest.” Beru Lars lightly scolded her husband with a smile as she reached out a hand and welcomed Obi-Wan into the small kitchen area of the Lars’ moisture farm. Obi-Wan took the small, work worn hand and returned the smile.

“Well, I didn’t invite no Jedi,” Owen grumbled almost beneath his breath as he turned out the other door from the kitchen into the family common area, where a group of young children could be seen frolicking around a large table.

“It’s nice to see you again, Beru, Owen,” Obi-Wan said bowing slightly. “It’s so nice of you to do this for young Luke.”

“Oh, you know Luke is like a son to us,” Beru said handing Obi-Wan a tall, cold drink of juice. “We know how kids are about birthday parties and since we don’t know the day he was born, we celebrate on the day you brought him to us! It’s such a special day in our hearts,” she added with a hint of a tear in her eyes. She had been a wonderful mother to the boy, since the first moment she took him into her arms from Obi-Wan.

“Beru!” bellowed Owen. “Get out here with something to quiet down these kids, will ya!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">And so the day went, with Obi-Wan and Beru serving juice and cake to a room full of toddler children who never seemed to be still, while Owen slipped out to the equipment shed. Beru was in her element, wearing a huge smile all day long, and cake over much of her tunic by the end of party. Obi-Wan helped where he could and ended up with a fair amount of cake on his robes, even with Jedi abilities dodging where he could.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">At the end of the day little Luke was tuckered out. Beru said good-bye to the guests and put Luke down for a nap. While Obi-Wan was helping Beru and Owen gather the clutter from the party, Obi-Wan decided to open the discussion of Luke’s Jedi training. “Owen, Beru, Luke is two,” Obi-Wan began. “It’s time he started his training. I need to teach him the ways of the Force. It is important that he learn to control his powers early.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“No!” Owen yelled, slamming his fist onto the kitchen counter. “I won’t have any mention of ‘Jedi’ or ‘the Force’ or your mystical ways in my house or anywhere around Luke!”   Owen grabbed Obi-Wan by the arm and started pushing him toward the door. “I won’t have him becoming like his father. Do you understand me?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Owen, please,” Beru pleaded trying to stop her husband. “Ben is only trying …“

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Beru, stay out of this,” Owen cut her off. “This is my family and I will decide how to keep it safe!” He had pushed Obi-Wan out of the dwelling door, “which doesn’t include Jedi or the Force, and from now on Ben Kenobi, it does not include you.” With that he slammed the dwelling door in Obi-Wan’s face.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">It had not been a good day.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Now under the full night sky, as Obi-Wan felt the night breeze blow off the sand dunes he realized Owen Lars was right. He had ask the Lars’ to care for Luke as if he were their own son, to hide him from his real father, Darth Vader. The less the Force touched Luke’s life, the less likely Vader would be to sense the boy through the Force. Obi-Wan would have to keep his distance and make plans for the day when Luke would need the Jedi knowledge. That day would come, in time.

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