I admitted that I felt a little out of place, walking into the world. I stepped on the wet ground, threw my hood up, and began to walk back home.

The flash of lightning and rumble of thunder sent feelings of excitement and fear through my veins as I passed different people…and different species along the ground. I tilted my head up absently and cursed when raindrops began to fall from the sky.

I barely managed to avoid getting splashed by a speeder.

I looked down at my boots as I heard the familiar clicking of blasters approaching, and my heart picked up.

"You!"

I stopped. I swallowed a little and hesitantly turned around to see two stormtroopers, clad in their white uniforms, staring at me through their helmets. They both approached me, their hands on their blasters.

"Take down your hood," one commanded. I did so, blinking through the rain. The second stormtrooper stepped forward, holding out his hand for the bag.

"What's that?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Food."

He snatched the bag from my hand and I watched him rifle through it, feeling irritated. Some of it might get wet.

The stormtrooper gave me back the bag, and pointed at me. "Hood down. Move along."

I cursed him under my breath and turned on my heel to walk home.

I walked along the sidewalk, ignoring the drunks and the tramps that wanted a "piece of something" tonight. Then I spotted my house. I ran across the street quickly and stopped in front of the door. My house was big, rectangular and low to the ground. Inside, it was painted a dark blue color inside and out. I slid my card through, and the door opened.

I closed the door and turned around, removing my jacket and hanging it up in the closet. I kicked off my boots.

"Mom!" I called. "I got the stuff!" I glanced at the stairs.

"Good! Leave it on the counter!" I walked over to the kitchen and dropped the bag on the ground, and then I walked straight to my room. I walked inside and slammed the door shut.

I slid down the floor, trying not to cry. What was this? Why me?

I ran a hand through my hair and walked over to the fresher. I stared at myself in the mirror.

I was in a rebellious mood, so I felt proud when I thought that I looked more like my aunt than my mother. For one, I hate my mother, and she hates me. But I have my aunt's personality, my aunt's eyes. Not my mom's. They're a clear, baby blue.

I was angry with my family. This was probably the only time I'll ever be able to leave the house again. Most of the time I'm locked up inside this place. Even though I'm nineteen years old, I'm bound to my room, to my life, with my parents. I want to go out and live on my own, but this sheltered life has practically made me afraid. I hated to admit that I was.

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Sixteen years ago, Emperor Palpatine issued the Great Jedi Purge, exterminating all living Jedi, except for us.

That's right.

My mother and father, and my uncle were once Jedi. They still are, in their hearts, but they've put away their Jedi ways for the moment.

Correction. For life.

Sixteen years ago all of them, including my aunt, moved here, to Belleau-a-lir, to escape the purge. I was only three years old.

My uncle, Char, and aunt, Sela, both died.

She and Char were supposed to meet us on Belleau-a-lir once they escaped from Coruscant, where the Purge mainly took place on the Jedi Temple. She never came. All over the news that night, they broadcasted two funerals: my aunt, and a senator from Naboo. The body was never found. They assumed that Char and Sela's bodies burned in the crash. There was no evidence. Many people called it foul play. Some believed that someone deliberately caused the crash and stole her away to another planet. She probably forgot who she was now.

For me, really, there's no way I'll be able to get over her death. I loved her more than my own mother. Selaria Kona Taris. I think that's a pretty name.