Authors' notes: There is some influence from Peter Pan and the movie Hook. This story starts out in canon and immediately deviates into AU, so if you don't like that sort of thing, DON'T READ. Jenna Trilkana is my creation, don't anyone use her.
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The council was silent, watching the young master before them. Her dark hair shone in the lights reflected from the traffic surrounding the temple. Her tanned face was quiet, her dark eyes closed in silent meditation. The Force pulsed around her as she sought her path. Finally, the tense set of her shoulders relaxed and she raised her head, looking the revered Master Yoda in the eyes.
"I accept this task. The Force wills it." Jenna Trilkana murmured softly, her voice strangely sad. Master Yoda nodded while a sense of relief spread through the room.
"Thankful we are, Master Trilkana." The diminutive master rasped, speaking for the council. "Leave immediately you shall, along with your charges. Tell no one of your going. If the Force wills, return you shall." Jenna silently bowed, first to Yoda, then to the rest of the council.
"Force be with you, my master." Jenna replied, then turned sharply on her heel and strode out of the room, never to return.
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