Um…hey, guys…I know that it has been quite awhile since I've really done anything, and that I'm pretty horrible at updating and sticking with stories lately, but I swear I'm trying to get better at it. You have to understand that I've been going through a lot lately. Yes, I deleted New Beginnings and I Need You Now More Than Ever because I was very uninspired with those particular stories…and I feel I need to find a plot I can stick with. Like with Friends and Family, that one practically wrote itself. I think that it will be that way with this story, too…because (oddly enough) This one is all based on a dream I had :-\ But, of course, since it was a dream, there was something in it that made absolutely no since. So I will not include the part of my dream where Rick Riordan showed up and said, "I would totally fight you but it would mess up my hair."

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Chapter 1

Third Person POV

It always seems like the most difficult and obstructing things to learn in life are the things that never come to one easily. Patience, humility, honesty, respect…anything along those lines is always difficult to understand. How to deal with pain and loss, grief and suffering, love and happiness, it can all be so familiar; and yet it can all be so hard to cope with. One who was raised in a loving family may never come to terms with the reality of death and torment. Just as one who grows up in fear and pain may never truly learn how to love and be content with themselves and those around them. Those who grow up afraid and timid have very little in common with those who grow up without fear and worry. If a child who is spoiled loses or breaks their favorite toy, it will only be replaced by their parents. They are led to believe that anything they want will be given to them. If a child who is poor loses or breaks their favorite toy, they will have to move on and learn to treat their pain. They will most likely heal through tears, which often fall as easily as raindrops…

Once something is broken, it can never truly be fixed. If the hand falls off a doll and is sewn back on, there will forever be stitches at the curve of the wrist. If a person's broken heart is mending, there will forever be scar where the pain has been caused…but if something irreplaceable is broken, there is nothing that can be done. Whether it is a priceless family heirloom handed down through the years or something as simple as a wine glass, it can never be fixed or replaced no matter how hard one may try. For once something as fragile as glass is shattered; it can never be restored to what it was before.

That is a lesson that everyone must learn. Once something is broken, it may never heal.

Ahsoka POV

Anakin really should have learned by now, I don't like to be woken up early if I don't have to.

He gently shook me, his hands firmly grasping my right arm, "Come on, Snips…you need to work on getting up earlier."

I groaned and turned towards the wall, trying to pretend that he wasn't there. I pulled the thin sheets tighter around me, trying to shut out the cold air of mine and Anakin's shared quarters. It wasn't normally this cold; I don't know what made this morning so special.

I heard Anakin sigh and grumble something under his breath, probably a curse in some foreign language, "Ahsoka, I'm going to the refresher. You'd better be up when I get back."

I heard his footsteps retreating in the direction of the door before I heard it slide open and shut. I didn't move for a few seconds, but I was fairly tired when I did. I somehow managed to drag myself out of the lousy excuse for a bed, please note that I was very close to lying down and falling asleep again. Partly because I was tired, and partly because I knew it would annoy Anakin. I was his Padawan after all, wasn't I allowed to have a little fun?

I pulled my lightsabers out from under my pillow (which I swear is made of some form of cardboard) and attached them to my belt. I sat down on my bed and tugged on my boots and gloves, I absentmindedly noted that my boots were feeling a little snug. A sign that I would need some new ones in the next few weeks.

I sighed and stood up just as Anakin reentered the room, "Hey, Master."

I noticed a small smile form on his lips, a sign that he was feeling proud since he was able to get me out of bed. Need I remind you that I got myself out of bed, he just happened to be there at a convenient time which made it seem like he was the one who was getting me out of bed. I rolled my eyes, showing my disapproval of his smug look, "Don't be so proud of yourself, Master."

He didn't really respond, he only picked up his lightsaber and turned towards the door, "Meet me in the training room in five minutes, I have a lesson to teach you," he winked at me before leaving the room.

I sighed and stretched out my arms and legs real quick. Normally I looked forward to training with Anakin, but I didn't really feel up to it today for some reason. Even so, I managed to pull myself up and leave my quarters to head for the training room.

Unknown POV

I had to be quiet; I knew that if anyone spotted me I would surely be arrested. That would be just great for my reputation.

I tiptoed as quietly as I could, though it's very difficult to be stealthy when it's bright and warm outside. Luckily for me, none of the people in speeders seemed to see me. That or they just didn't care. I suppose a cloaked figure creeping along the ledges of the Jedi Temple was normal these days.

I tried to peek into several of the rooms, but they were so dark inside it was impossible to see much of anything. I tried to remember what she had told me. "Her room is on the northern side, the third ledge up, and the fifth door down from the right. You can make no mistake, if you mess this up it will ruin everything.

I bit my lip and clutched the small box in my hand. I didn't know what it was; all I knew was that I was supposed to deliver the 'present' before sundown. Perhaps I should have waited until sundown…then there wouldn't be so many people out here…

I growled, cursing myself silently for my poor decision. Nonetheless, I sighed. It was too late to turn back. Scale the Jedi wall, only to get scared and scamper back down. I took a deep breath. Come on…you can do this…think of what's going on at home…you need the money…just do it!

I continued to walk along the ledge, making sure to keep my head low so I wasn't spotted. I counted the windows: 1…2…3…4…5! I felt a small smile of triumph carve into my face as I peeked inside. Empty. Perfect.

I tested the window, seeing if it was locked. It wasn't. I grinned, "You Jedi should really have better security…"

I climbed inside the room, being as quiet as I could. I pulled the package out from under my cloak and placed it on the nightstand, making sure the note was next to it. Just as she told me to do…

For a moment, I was tempted to open the box to see what was inside. I thought better of it when I remembered her threat…"Don't you dare even think about peeking inside…you will find yourself in a galaxy of hurt if you do!"

I shuddered and quickly left the room, closing the window behind me. I pulled my cloak closer to me and ran down the ledge the way I had come, a smile on my face. Now to collect my prize…

So, yeah…that was the first chapter :-) I hope you liked it, and I hope you'll review! I hope to see you guys soon!