Eyes of the past-The origins of a Jedi.

Okay, this idea just hit me, so I'm writing while it's still fresh.........

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I sit in the alcove under our oven, dirt and ash are smeared on my face, they mix with my tears.
I can hear banging at the door.
They saw what I did.
They are coming for me.
"Open in the name of the Temple!"
My mum bends down,, whispers under the crack.
"Don't worry darling, they won't get in."
I wish this was true.
"I love you mummy."
She goes away, I hear angry voices. She can't delay them, nothing can hide.
I remember when I used to hide here, playing hide and seek when I was a child. So much has changed since then.
The games are far deadlier.
I sit back, and remember how I got in this mess.
It was Harvest on my tiny home planet of Baar. My brother and I were about six, and we were playing in the ditches either side of the fields, happy and content.
Suddenly the air was split and shouting and noise filled my world. An out-of-control farm droid acreered down the green hills towards us. It got closer. Iran fast, unnatraully fast, away from the gaping metal jaws of the monster. I turned back for my brother, but it was too late. Too late. Too late.
I can hear the footsteps thumping above me, they've found a way in. All around, the air is once more filled with shouting.
"Not here."
"Not here."
"Not here."
I feel relief, they have not found me. Not yet. I sob out loud. The noises stop.
A hand comes under the oven.
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Was that okay?
*waits nervously for comments*