"ANAKIN GET BACK!" Obi wan Kenobi pulled Anakin Skywalker out of the way of a missile that narrowly missed them. It sent them flying through the air, hitting the hard stone ground with a thud. They got up slowly, quickly regaining their strength. They grabbed their lightsabers and pulled them out. "You're going to have to better than that Dooku." Obi wan stared sternly at the hooded figure in the distance.

"Oh I will." The figure moved his hand swiftly and pushed the two Jedi back. They resisted, holding out their arms and pushing back against the force pushing them away. Dooku shifted slightly, then pulled out his out hands. He was missing one, it was burnt and it was a clean cut. "You will stop this NOW!" Suddenly electrical shots came flying out of his fingers and struck Anakin, electrocuting him. He yelled in agony before going unconscious, falling onto the harsh stone below.

"ANAKN!" Obi wan reached out to his young apprentice, falling helplessly. His head hit the stone with a large crack.

I shot up, hitting my head on the bed above me. My sister shifted in her bed, hitting her foot on the ladder. I rubbed my head as I lay back down on my pillow. I didn't know if I had had a dream or a vision, but I wasn't looking forward to it, whether it was a dream or not. The sound of 'Anakin''s head hitting the ground echoed in my brain. The sound was enough to put you off your food for a week. I rolled my head around on my pillow, slightly uncomfortable. Who were the men in my dream? How could they move each other with their hands? What were the lights they had been holding, wielding around like weapons? Had that caused the loss of 'Dooku's' hand? I tried to shake away those questions, but as soon as I shook them off they just came crawling back… The door creaked open slightly as a head poked through the door.

"M-Mum?" I tried to make sense of the figure at the door, as they walked in, shutting the door quickly behind them.

"Come with me." The voice was determined yet subtle. The room was slightly lit, so I could see a hand reaching out towards me, beckoning me to come.

"Where are we going?' I tried to look up at the figure in the room, trying to find his face. The voice was familiar, almost like…

"Just outside, your parents are awake." The hand still lay outstretched. I cautiously took his hand. He was wearing black gloves. I could feel something like metal on the top of his hand, but I wasn't sure that was it exactly. His grasp was firm, reassuring. He pulled me out of my bed, watching that I didn't hit my head again. He then led me out of the room into the bright room outside. I shielded my eyes with my unoccupied arm, blinking many times. When I eyes got used to the light around me, I could see the man that had brought me out here. He had light brown hair that was neatly trimmed at the back. I still couldn't see his face, but he was wearing many white robes with a belt that held one tube shaped device. The robes ended at knee height, leading down to black pants. He looked almost identical to…

"FiFi?" I was relieved to hear my mother's voice. But I wish she wouldn't call me that. I looked past the man to see my parents sitting at the table, waiting anxiously.

"Mum, what's going on?" I looked from her to dad's worried face, up to the back of the man's head, who had no intention of turning around, then back to my mother. She gestured to an empty seat in front of her.

"Please, sit. We have much to talk about…" I slowly pulled the chair back and sat down.

"What is it…?" I looked up at them slightly scared and unsure of my fate.

"Honey, you know how we were talking about getting you a proper job the other day?" Dad twiddled his thumbs nervously.

"Yes…" I think I knew where this was going.

"FiFi honey-"

"DON'T call me FiFi my NAME is Fyollah." Mum and I weren't exactly the best of friends, she usually wasn't this… subtle.