A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

A little girl sat alone in an alley on Mandelore. She was dirty, scraped up, and starving, and no older than five. Her parents and family were gone, killed in a bombing only a few months ago.

In the street next to her, a man walked by. He was wearing a long brown cloak with the hood pulled up. Something was... different about him. He felt different to the little girl. As if the man could see her staring, he stopped and looked at her.

"Are you lost, little one?" The man asked.

She shook her head no.

"Where is your family?"

She looked down at her worn-out shoes.

"Dead," she barely whispered.

After a moment, the man came into the alley and sat down across from her. They stayed like that for a while, in silence. Finally, the man asked, "What's your name, little one?"

"Aliura," she whispered.

"Aliura. That's a beautiful name," the man said. "My name is Obi-Wan."