~I don't own Star Wars. Duh. This is my first story. Read and review. I have chapters 2 and 3 written, but don't know if I should post them. Let meh know.~

Chapter one

Ivy was once again lost in the great Jedi temple. She had snuck away from her youngling group, angry at her peers. Yet this anger, as bad as it is for the Jedi, may have saved her life. She had come to the Jedi Temple 2 years prior, when she was 4.

Ivy was a Twi'lek, a natural choice for a Hutts new plaything, and thats where they found her. In a lesser Hutt's Palace on Nal Hutta. The 2 Jedi that found her, Master Intochi and Padawan Antina, were there to make an alliance, and try to build their social circles to include the Hutts. Just as they were about to close the deal, they heard her cry out. Her sharp cry of pain was followed by another, harsher female voice.

"Again stupid schutta!" A few moments later, there was a crack and another sharp cry of pain. "Stupid girl! Learn the movements and learn the basics! Again!" Master Intochi strode down the hallway toward the screams, ignoring the outraged yells of the guards. When she reached the small chamber at the end of the hallway, she found a green skinned Twi'lek standing over a small blue skinned Twi'lek, the latter in a growing pool of blood. Her back, barely covered by scraps of silk, was ripped open by the bite of the whip held in the older Twi'leks hand. The smaller child sobbed openly, muttering in her native tongue. The Jedi master knelt next to the child, lifting her head out of the puddle of blood.

"Child… You suffer so much, yet you're a beacon in the force… I wonder if the council would take one with so much potential, yet so much anger…" She scooped the barely conscious child into her arms, ignoring the blood getting onto her robes. "Only one way to find out…" She strode back into the hallway, and ignoring the Hutt, nodded to her apprentice. "We cannot deal with a child slaver. We withdraw our money, and our communication. May you rot in the pits of Hell." She turned, and strode out the door, to the ship, and back to Temple.

She shook her head to clear those thoughts out of her head. No need to look back in the need at all. She sighed. She should get back to saber training. She was being introduced to the double saber today. One good thing came out of her enslavement to the Hutts. The training that she received, had helped sharpen her natural grace, making her a natural choice for the double bladed saber, which required immense focus and agility. She turned to return to her class when she collapsed with a sharp cry.