Write me a Star Wars story about Darth Maul. I would like for the story to be a redemption arc of sorts for Darth Maul. At this point, the story doesn't need an ending.
Darth Maul was once a powerful and fearsome Sith lord. He had nearly mastered the dark ways of the force, and his skills with a lightsaber were nearly unmatched. Nearly. Obi-Wan Kenobi had defeated him. And it stung. He had taken everything from him. Now Maul was left as a shell of what he once was. And worst of all, he was alone. Alone to sit and seethe in his hatred. His hatred for Obi-Wan. His hatred for the Jedi. His hatred for the Sith. And perhaps his strongest hatred was for the Sith lord, Palpatine. Palpatine had replaced him without thought or hesitation. The issue wasn't him being replaced. It was how quickly it happened. The only way Palpatine could have found such a quick replacement candidate would be if he already had one lined up. Before Maul had even lost.

One day as Maul was conducting his training exercises, a small girl stumbled upon him. The girl was dirty, thin, and could barely walk. Maul could hardly stand to look at the thing.

"So pitifully weak. It's sad." Maul thought to himself with a sneer.

He tried to ignore the gross little creature and continued his meditative breathing. But she dropped and fell on her face. He tried to ignore it. He wanted to ignore it. But he couldn't. He picked the little thing up and carried her into his cave. He made up a small bed of pillows for her and laid her down while he grabbed some water. He brought the glass to her and forced a little bit into her mouth. He set the glass down next to her and started a small pot of stew. 

"What am I doing? What is wrong with me" he thought to himself, "Perhaps I have grown weak."

As the stew cooked, he sat on the floor next to himself and unsheathed his saber. The red light illuminated the inside of the cavern and the small girl's face. She was quite small. Weak really. But he couldn't help but feel the need to protect her. He wasn't sure where it came from, but he felt an attachment.

With a drawn, raspy breath, the girl awoke. 