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Prologue

She wasn't wearing the robes that had marked the station of her life for the last decade and more. Instead, she wore a baggy white shirt with blue shorts. Her hair was not done up in wondrous fashion, but pulled into a simple ponytail, strands all over the place. And in that plainness, Amara only appeared more beautiful and more shining. The woman sitting beside her on the bench swing, was older, clothes even more plain than hers and with her hair a bit more out of place. But she was no less beautiful, shining with an inner glow equally strong.

It had been a decade since she woke up with on Tatooine. Ten years since she lost someone important to her, Qui-Gon Jinn. She stared at the horizon in the distance as the swing rocked back and forth. Her master had sent her to guard Padmé on her journey to Coruscant from Naboo. But they wouldn't leave for Coruscant until night, which meant she had plenty of free time.

After the events on Naboo, Amara and Anakin were taken to the Jedi temple on Coruscant. The pair were quickly separated and started to begin their training. Unlike Anakin, who immediately started his training, Amara had to wait till she was 13 to have a Master. She still thought it was unfair that Anakin was a Padawan at age 9 while she had to take courses at the Temple. As soon as she was the eligible age for a Master, she competed in the Initiate Trials. The Trials were a series of tests that younglings of the Order were given as prerequisite in order to progress to the level of Padawan. Following the successful completion of the trials, Amara was then chosen as Padawan by Master Windu.

Before she could be his Padawan, she had to go to Coruscant Temple's chapel for meditation and connect with the force. After meditating, Amara went to the Jedi Council and she made a vow to uphold service to the Order, the Force, the Republic, and her Master. She was then granted the rank of a Jedi Padawan and the traditional braid on the right side of her head.

Amara accompanied him everywhere, except if she was ordered to stay. She took on simple tasks and went on missions with Master Windu so that she learned from experience. Master Windu and she would spend a lot of time in the temple training; sometimes lasting for hours. They would mediate together; he would always remind his Padawan to be caring and compassionate towards her fellow Jedi and the citizens of the Republic.

But on the other hand, she would be overly domineering. For all her kindness and compassion, Amara was sometimes self-righteous, had a nasty temper, and could be fierce when provoked. With lack of sleep, this side of her can quickly become more apparent.

This was revealed when Master Windu sent the 16 year old to join Anakin and Obi-Wan on Vanqor to save a group of workers from the surveillance post of Typha-Dor located on TY44, a moon of Typha-Dor. After rescuing the workers, the three of them were forced to land on Vanqor because their ship didn't have enough power. As soon as they landed on the planet, Anakin, Obi-Wan, and herself, along with the group of workers were captured, and taken to a prison camp, where they were forced to work with little sleep.

Tired and angry, Amara and Anakin had an argument over his arrogance that caused them to be captured, resulting in the two of them not talking to one another, both of them too stubborn to admit they were wrong. Anakin yelled at Amara that it was also her fault and to calm down, which only got her more riled up. She snapped at him, letting her anger get the best of her, and only spoke to Obi-Wan until a team of Jedi rescued them and the workers. On the ride back to Coruscant, Amara took a nap long needed. After she finally got enough sleep, she apologized to her best friend, he doing the same. They both made a note to themselves to always get enough sleep and not antagonize the other.

Even though they were both extremely busy, Anakin and her made time to be with one another. Whenever their Masters were on a dangerous mission and left them at the Temple, the pair would either hang out in each other's room or have one-on-one lightsaber duels, challenging the other's skills.

Which usually ended in her chasing Anakin with the practice lightsabers while he screamed like a little girl.

As much as she cared for him, he'd also get on her nerves. During a training session a few years ago, he defeated a training droid, which he had programmed to mimic the appearance of the Sith of Naboo.

Amara didn't talk to him for a week.

She was outraged that he would do that, but wasn't surprised. Anakin kept on bugging her and Obi-Wan about the fight against the Sith back on Naboo. Though she was angry at him, she defended him when a pair of Padawans, who were also watching his training, said he was just a slave. The 15 year old quickly turned to face them and used the force to grab their lightsabers and ignited the weapons at them. They froze in fear as she said angrily, "If Anakin's just a slave, than why is he better than the both of you combined? Tell me."

She then had to apologize to them by Master Windu's orders, though she wasn't sorry at all.

During the ten years as a Jedi, Amara tried to research anything about her and ended up with nothing. In all of the databases on Coruscant, there was nothing about her or the temple in her vision she encountered back on Tatooine. She was frustrated that she couldn't find anything about herself. Whoever caused her memory loss had wiped out everything about her.

"Did you finish your meetings with Queen Jamillia?" Sola asked, causing Amara to snap back into reality. It was obvious from her tone that the meetings to which she had referred were not high on her personal wish list.

Amara turned her head and saw Padmé approaching them. Padmé looked over at them, and then looked back to the playhouse where Sola's daughters, Ryoo and Pooja, were in the midst of a wild game of tag.

"It was one meeting," Padmé explained. "The Queen had some information to pass along."

"About the Military Creation Act," Sola stated.

Padmé didn't bother to confirm the obvious. The Military Creation Act now before the Senate was the most important piece of business in many years, one that held implications for the Republic even beyond those during the dark time when Padmé had been Queen and the Trade Federation had tried to conquer Naboo.

Amara cleared her throat as she faked a deep voice. "The Republic is all in a tumult, but do not fear, for Senator Amidala will make it all right!"

Padmé turned to her adopted sister, somewhat surprised by the level of sarcasm in her tone. The Naberrie family was more than welcoming to Amara when Padmé brought her to meet her family. Padmé explained to her parents, Jobal and Ruwee, and her sister about her situation. By the time Amara was 10, the Naberrie family decided to adopt her. Sola was ecstatic that she would have another sister while Padmé was even more thrilled. Everyone in Theed knew of her adoption and how she was a Jedi Padawan. As a result, she was well respected by the people of Naboo.

"That's what you do, right?" Sola joined in as she grinned at Amara.

"It's what I try to do."

"It's all you try to do," Amara pointed out.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Padmé asked, her face twisting with puzzlement. "I am a Senator, after all."

"A Senator after a Queen, and probably with many more offices ahead of her," Sola said. She looked back at the playhouse and called for Ryoo and Pooja to ease up.

"You speak as if it's a bad thing," Padmé remarked.

Amara looked at her. "It's a great thing, Padmé, it really is. If you're doing it all for the right reasons."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

Amara shrugged, as if she wasn't quite sure.

"I think you've convinced yourself that you're indispensable to the Republic," Sola told her. "That they couldn't get along at all without you."

"Sis!"

"It's true," Sola insisted. "You give and give and give and give. And after this is settled, after the Military Creation Act is far behind you, you'll find something else to deeply believe in, something else that's really important. Something that concerns the Republic and the government more than it really concerns you."

"How can you say that?" Padmé questioned, looking at both of her siblings.

"Because it's true." Amara chuckled. "And you know it's true. When are you going to do something just for yourself?"

"I am."

Amara gave her sister a look. "You know what I mean."

Sola nodded her head. "I agree with her, Padmé. You spend all of your time worrying about the problems of other people, of this planet's dispute with that planet, or whether this trade guild is acting fairly toward that system. All of your energy is being thrown out there to try to make the lives of everyone else better."

"What's wrong with that?"

"What about your life?" Sola asked in all seriousness. "What about Padmé Naberrie? Have you even thought about what might make your life better? Most people who have been in public service as long as you have would have retired by now. I know you get satisfaction in helping other people. That's pretty obvious. But what about something deeper for you? Have you even wondered what it might be like for you to settle down and concern yourself with those things that will make your own life fuller?"

Padmé said nothing.

Seeing the obvious tension between them, Amara clapped her hands. "How about this. After the Military thingy-"

"-Creation Act."

Amara waved her hand, rolling her eyes. "Okay... After the Creation Act, we all need go to on a vacation to…" she paused as she realized she hadn't really decided where. "To Kaadara!Where there's no politics. How does that sound?"

She looked at Sola. The older sibling was deep in thought before nodding her head excitedly. "That sounds great! We can bring the kids to the beach too and finally have some relaxation."

Amara turned to Padmé. "Are you on board?"

Padmé stared at the ground, avoiding eye contact. "Even if the Act is approved, I still have a ton of work to do. I-I don't know."

Sola huffed in annoyance at her sister. "Padmé I swear to god we will come into your office, kidnap you, and take you on the vacation whether you like to or not."

She laughed and walked to the playhouse where Ryoo and Pooja started to play tag, yelling over her shoulder, "Okay. Okay. I'll go. Happy now?"

Amara and Sola grinned at her answer. "Very." She watched as Padmé ran from Pooja, giggling as she picked her up and twirled her niece around.

"….about?" She titled her head, seeing Sola talking to her. "Huh?"

"Have out ever thought about it?"

Her smile showed that Sola's words had caught her off guard. "Thought about what?"

Sola looked back to Ryoo and Pooja. "Look at them. I see the sparkle in your eyes when you watch my children. I know how much you love them."

"Of course I do!"

"Do you ever think of having children of your own when you're older?" Sola asked. "A family of your own?"

Amara sat up straight, her eyes going wide. "I..." she started, and stopped, several times. "You know I can't, Sola. I'm not allowed to have any attachments."

"That's stupid," Sola scoffed.

Taken back by her bluntness, she hit her shoulder playfully. "Excuse me?!"

She put her hands up in defense. "It's the truth. Why do Jedi think having attachments is a terrible crime?"

Amara sighed. "Because it can lead to the Dark side."

"I find that hard to believe," Sola muttered. "What about Skywalker?"

"Anakin?" Amara stood up; her bare feet landing on the freshly cut grass as she raised a brow. What does he have to do with this?

"What's going on between Anakin and Amara?" Sola inquired, wiggling her eyebrows.

Amara was oblivious to the smirk taking over Sola's features. "What do you mean?"

"Whether or not you're just friends."

Amara burst out laughing at the thought of her and Anakin. Her face flushed radish red as she stared at the ground, hoping Sola wouldn't notice how embarrassed she was. "It's not like that," she mumbled, her laughter dying away. "Mom asks me the same thing."

Sola laughed as she saw how shy Amara was becoming. "You said that he drives you crazy."

"He does," Amara confessed as she nodded. "If you ever met him, you'll understand. He's sometimes very arrogant, reckless, impatient, willful…." she trailed off.

"Does he drive you crazy in a bad way?" Sola leaned forward and clasped her hands hopefully. "Or does he drive you crazy like you like him?"

Amara gave a little laugh and a shake of her head, and turned back to Ryoo and Pooja, her face burning. She wanted to retort that she didn't, but she found herself holding back the words. Somehow they seemed hollow to her at that particular moment, watching Padmé and her nieces romping about the backyard of the house, now jumping all about poor R2-D2 and Ender, Padmé's and her astromech droids. She and Anakin were best friends, nothing more.

Later that evening, Amara lounged around in her bedroom, staring at the evening sky. Having a bedroom on the second floor had it perks. The room had an amazing view of the entire city and the royal palace. She sat on the window ledge with her sketchbook, her tongue sticking out in concentration as her pencil scratched against the paper, forming the beautiful architecture of Theed. Whenever she had time off and came to Naboo, Jobal would take her to art classes at the nearby University. Over time, she discovered her love for drawing. She'd spend hours drawing in her Jedi dorm back on Coruscant, drawing the sky, the buildings in the distance, and sometimes other Jedi.

On the bed were her luggage; in a few hours Padmé and she would leave for Coruscant. It was decided that one of her handmaidens would act as decoy when they land while Padmé and herself would disguise themselves as pilots. The Naboo guards thought that there would be a threat on Padmé's life the moment they set foot on the landing platform.

Sighing, Amara put her sketchbook down and went by her desk. She smiled at the frame on the wall. Above her was a small holoprojector projecting an image of Anakin and her when they were 17/16. She was leaning on his shoulder and giving a thumbs up to Padmé, who took the photo while Anakin rested his chin on the top of her head. I still remember when this was taken, she thought. Padmé wouldn't stop teasing me for the rest of the day.

"That's my best work." Padmé stood in the doorway, her arm resting on the doorframe.

Amara rolled her eyes, her lips curving upwards. "That's your only work."

They both laughed softly. It was silent for a few moments, atmosphere of the room turnedserious. Amara leaned against her desk as she asked softly, "Are you nervous?"

Padmé shook her head. "Why should I?"

"Geez, I don't know," Amara scoffed sarcastically. "Probably because there have been threats on your life."

"They're just words. No one has actually attempted to," Padmé pointed out. She placed her arms across her chest as she muttered, "I still don't think I need a decoy. These threats have been taken way out of proportion."

That was the one thing she hated. Padmé was too stubborn and selfless to understand how serious the situation was. Amara rolled her eyes in annoyance. "When are you to take the threats seriously Padmé? Sooner or later they will become assassination attempts. We need to take all precautions, Senator Amidala."

The two sisters looked at each other. Padmé's look quickly turned into a stare; there was an angry edge to her fair features. "I have my duty, and that duty demands that I return to Coruscant," she argued, bringing the conversation to an end.

"And I have my duty," Amara shot back, crossing her arms over her stomach as her eyes filled with frustration. She moved back to the window and rubbed her temples, taking in a deep breath. She was in no mood to start an argument with her sister. "We leave tonight."

A/N: Here's the prologue for Origins! Hopefully you all enjoyed this chapter. I am very excited to write episode II and Anakin/Amara's relationship. Next chapter will be the beginning of the movie :)

I hope this chapter can get 5 or more comments before the next one!