Vader took Padme and left Mustafar. He placed Luke on his feet in front of him and tugged the boy's pants and underwear to his knees which usually stopped Luke from kicking. His own fathers plane! A New Hope that you can't see the blade extend or retract? But no more then that. Well the boy had a point. Please consider turning it on!
STAR WARS: RAISING LUKE, a star wars fanfic | FanFiction
Your review has been posted. PG going to R Pairing: None given by author. This could have waited. I always thought the meaning of the prophesy was that it was Luke, not Anakin, that was the Chosen One to bring balance to the force.
Had he been able to move he would have twisted away or thrashed around. Before By Sabey Rating: Oh, and I forgot. She died in child birth which you already told us the day you first came here so I know it came true it one time line. Luke didn't have less thgan a year of training, he had 3.
Each time he took a step his body reminded him with vengeance of what had only just happened. Padme was yelling at his future EVIL self. She led her son back into his room, picked him up and put him into bed. The next eight or so slaps were much harder than the previous to ensure the lesson was learned. His dad was snoring away above him—at least some one was able to sleep. Still, it would do for his purpose. He just let out a roar of frustration, mixed with pain, and began throwing about all the loose items he could find.