Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: wee!Anakin, Shmi
Prompt: fanfic50's #35 - Trap
Word Count: 269
Summary: Anakin was a precocious toddler.
Author's Notes: Written for another journal but reposted here thanks to fialleril's kind words. Naturally, I had to apply it to my fanfic50 claim as well, because that's how I roll :)
The beast was huge. About thirty meters long, and still growing at that. But young Anakin did not know this. He just knew it was the largest creature he’d ever seen in his life.
He used to sneak away from whatever droid was minding him while his mother worked. He didn’t remember how he first knew it was there, nor how he found his way back to the big pit that housed this vicious-looking monster. He couldn’t explain why, but he wasn’t afraid of it. He felt like he could talk to it with his mind, somehow, without the limitations of his meager vocabulary. In his mind, he told the creature he was a friend. That he was stuck here too, in a little room, unless he managed to escape his captor to go exploring – like he did today.
“Anakin! Get away from there!” His mother’s worried voice interrupted his communion with the beast. She scooped him up in her arms and hurried them away.
“Why?” That was his new favorite word.
“That’s a krayt dragon, Ani. They’re very dangerous,” his mother explained. “And you need to stay in your room.”
“Because you’re safe there. And we don’t want to make Gardulla mad.”
“That’s enough,” Shmi said crossly. Not making Gardulla the Hutt mad was very important for some reason; his mother often ended their conversations this way.
She set him down in The Room to amuse himself with his toys – pieces of scrap that no one else wanted – and sat on her bed, watching him, a pained expression on her face that he didn’t understand.