Prologue.

15 years ago, a young couple cloaked in black walked up to the steps of a tall building. The old wooden sign read in neat cursive "Norman Orphanage". The smaller one, who was obviously a woman, stopped halfway up the steps, and turned to watch the street for anyone who would see them. The taller one, a male, gently lowered a small package onto the stone steps. Suddenly, the package squirmed, and the man pulled back quickly. A tiny fist poked out, and the man gently pushed it back in. He pulled a letter out from inside his coat and placed it on top of the package, then turned around to the woman. She danced down the steps, the man following her, and she spread her arms out wide and tilted her head back as if she had just been released of a great burden. Her hood slipped back to reaveal a glittering pair of honey colored eyes and a small, pixie like face. She giggled, and underneath his hood the man smiled but placed a finger to his lips. She smiled in return, and they walked arm in arm down the street.

A couple hours later, the young man who ran the orphanage was woken up by a babies wail. He was confused at first, because he didn't house any babies, and the neibors were all store's. But it was defiantly there, so he got up and pulled on his robe to check it out. It was coming from outside, so first he tried the back yard, but it was even more distant, so he went to the front. As he undid the several latches, an idea came to him, but he pushed it away. Who would abandon there baby? He thought, but opened the door to find just that; an abandoned baby. She was sniffling, fat tears running down her face from her honey colored eyes, and waving her fists in the air. The man gasped and bent down to pick her up. There was no one on the street, and the stores hadn't even opened yet. He could feel the warmth from the twin suns of Tatooine rising above the horizon. There nothing he could do, so he brought her inside were some of the little residents of the orphanage were already awake.

"What's that?" A little boy who couldnt have been older than four with jet black hair and hazel eyes asked.

"Not what, Jonathan, but who. And I don't acualy know."He looked down to the baby. She had stopped crying, and was staring at him curiously.

"Its a baby!"Squealed a girl about a year or so older than Jonathan with curly blonde hair and shining blue eyes. "And it came with a letter?". She pointed to the small envelope on the babies blanket.

The man gentaly placed the baby in the girls arms andripened the letter. He hoped it would say that the orphanage was only temporary, and that they would come and get her when they had the financial means to or something along those lines. But his heart sank when he read it out loud.

"Dear manager of this orphanage,

We are sorry to burden you with this baby. But we did not want her. Her birthday is June 17, just two and a half months ago. You may call her Jamie Scarlet." There was no signature.

"Well," Cooed the girl to the baby. "Welcome to family Jamie Scarlet."


10 years later, the same baby was sitting in a circle of the remaining orphans. All were boys exept for her, and all were older than her. The blonde girl that had held her, Sara, had been adopted when she was ten and Jamie was five, and Jonathan had been adopted a year later. She was sitting in the circle with the other orphans now because they were planning to run away. Not together, that would be to conspicuous to see a group of kids all younger than 15 traveling around. They had all mapped out what they were going to do and were they we're going. The owner of the orphanage, Norman, had taught them all some basic mechanics and how to fly, so three of them were going to different garages to get jobs. The other boy, who was the eldest at fifteen soon to be sixteen was going to work at a well known store that sold parts for ships and other electronic stuff. They had already gotten those jobs. Jamie, she was going to train to be a Jedi. She had found a old hermit that lived out in the desertarhat was a magician, and she was going to ask him to train her. Its was a long shot, but she didn't have any other choice, and it seemed like a good idea to her because she was only 10. Her bag was packed, and so were the other boys. They all shared solem, bitter sweet looks. Doing one last visual sweep of the room were she had grown up in, Jamie sttod up.

"Come on, let's go." She said, motioning to the window. A boy with blonde hair and gray eyes placed a letter on the floor for Norman and popped up.

"After you, Eagle." He said with a grin. Jamie smiled back. Ever since she had been a toddler and her hair had finally stopped getting lighter, the kids had begun to call her Eagle sometimes, mostly as a joke; her hair was a light, light brown with thick blonde highlights, and her eyes were honey colored, representing an eagle.

She walked over to the window and stuck one leg out, then her body and her other leg. The boys were right behind her as she climbed down the roof and jumped onto a nearby tree. She climbed down with ease in a pair of gray pants, a gray shirt and black boots and her bag over one shoulder. The orphanage had been kind of a tough love sort of place, so they all had gotten strong and muscular, so it wasn't that hard. When they were all down, they joined a group hug, the oldest whispering to them,

"Stay true to yourselves, guys. Don't be manipulated. Try not to get into trouble. Work hard."

"Thanks for the advice." The blonde boy whispered back, smirking. But in his eyes it said he would try to follow his advice, even though he was never good at it.

"You welcome." The eldest whispered back, equaly sarcastic. But his next comment was just as somber as his very fist one. "We'll see each other again. I promise. Ready..." He got a little mishevious glint in his eyes and he bent his knees a little. They all knew what was coming. They bent their knees and smiled at each other.

"Go!" They all stage whispered at the same time and ran of in different directions.