I posted this story originally on JCC, but as those boards are currently down, I figured I'd post it here as well.

I own nothing except the OCs.

Prologue: In the Dead of Night

The young woman hid her face behind the hood of her robe. She wasn't trying to hide her features, but her tears. She gingerly placed a hand on her stomach and took a deep breath.

I have to leave, She thought.

She didn't want the Council to know. She was a victim and knew there was no shame in that, but she didn't want to admit that she was now pregnant with a Sith Lord's child. She didn't want her child alienated because of who sired the babe. Who would take a Sith's offspring as their Padawan?

She walked down the halls of the grand Jedi Temple, ran her fingers along the walls, taking in the beautiful features she had known since her childhood. This was her home, and now she was leaving, never to return.

Holding back a sob, she repositioned her bag on her shoulder and walked out, never looking back once.

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