"Her Son" by Sun_Speeder

This isn't my first Star Wars fic but its the first one that I've ever posted here. Its just a short little one that I decided to write after reading "Attack of the Clones". It takes place during the part where Cliegg, Owen, and a band of farmers go after the Tusken Raiders that kidnapped Shmi.

 

Her Son

by Sun_Speeder



Shmi cried out in horror as she saw the scene unfold behind her. Her arms and
legs were tied taught to a wooden frame, swaying on the side of one of the massive, shaggy Bantha?s, creature?s native to Tatioone and also the steeds of burden to Shmi?s captors.

Eyes burning from the sharp sand cascading into her face, Shmi didn?t shut her eyelids. How could she with the sight occurring in front of her? A scene of horror and ghastly images that froze Shmi?s blood.

Cliegg Lars struggled with the Tusken Raider. His leg may have been severed off but his heart and soul was undamaged. His mind was clouded with rage and pain as sand stuck to the massive wound at his knee, his life blood spilling across the sand, staining it crimson.

The raider honked in pain as Cliegg smashed its skull with his massive arms. A life of hard moisture farming in the harsh mistress that was the Tatioone dunes had made Cliegg strong. Strong enough to fracture the skull of the thrashing alien beneath him.

Shmi wanted to scream at Cliegg, plead for him to run and to end his heroics. In her husband?s futile attempt to rescue her, his militia of farmers had been outnumbered and attacked by surprise. Now Shmi had to watch the consequences of Cliegg and Owen?s foolishness?

Owen.

Craning her neck, Shmi scanned the desert. Where was her son?

Just then the whine of a damaged speeder bike roared in front and Shmi saw the mount of the bike to be her burly son, blood dripping down his face from a sharp blow from a raider stave.

Owen shouted something, something Shmi could not understand since the distance between them was ever growing as her Bantha and tusken mount made off across the dunes, eager to get back to camp.

But before they completely disappeared Shmi did see Cliegg grab hold of Owen?s speeder bike as he flashed past and allowed his son to drag him off across the desert.

Shmi tried to give a sigh of relief but the leather strap across her neck prevented her from doing anything but breathing oh so slightly. She allowed her eyes to close now, ignoring the pain of the grains of the sand stuck to her eyes. Her arms and legs and essentially every muscle in her body ached with pain.

Shmi brought the image to her mind, the image she always mustered whenever she felt the void of hopelessness gape in her soul.

The image of Anakin?

The plug nosed boy surfaced in her mind as if it was rising from the depths of a pond. The little child?s golden hair blowing in the wind, his cheeks dirty as he lifted off the leather helmet Shmi had made for him. His expression was frozen with shock and amazement as he allowed Jar Jar Binks to embrace him in a great hug of victory.

Shmi remembered that day as if it had occurred only minutes ago. The day her Anakin had won the Boonta Eve Podrace, defeating his rival Sebulba, a villainous Dug.

It had also been one of the hardest days of Shmi?s life though as well. For that day she had said goodbye to her son as he left Tatioone behind to head to Coruscant to become a Jedi Knight.

Tears flooded down Shmi?s face, streaking through the dirt, sand, and blood that caked her skin.

Anakin?

Shmi didn?t know where her son was but she cried out his name all the same in her mind. Screamed for her son? that little boy with the wide grin? that little boy would come for his mother?

 

Please R and R!

 

I like it. I've always had a thing for anguish and broken hearts.