Prologue
Luke Skywalker ducked through the door of Ben's old hut, Artoo trundling along behind him. The cool interior was a relief after the blistering sun and wind outside. Luke looked around the tiny hut. It was just the same as when he had last been here almost three years ago. It was in this very room that Ben had revealed that his father had been a Jedi and that he had been betrayed by Darth Vader. But Vader had told him that he was Luke's father. Vader couldn't be my father, could he? And if he is why didn't Ben tell me the truth? It suddenly occurred to Luke that he knew very little about the old Jedi knight. All I know is that he was a Jedi, was friends with my father, taught Vader and fought in Clone Wars. I know nothing about what he was like before I knew him. The hut was sparsely furnished with a thin layer of sand coating everything, but there were a few personal objects such as some holophotos on a shelf. Going over to the shelf he picked up a holophoto and brushed the sand away from the picture. Two children, a girl and a boy dressed in Jedi robes smiled at him through the picture. One was obviously a younger Ben, brownish auburn hair cut short with a braid hanging down his right shoulder, an arm causally slung over the girl's shoulder. The girl was pretty, probably about 13 years old. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail and a braid dangled down her shoulder as well. It looks like she was a Jedi apprentice with Ben. Who is she? Moving on to the next picture he could see a woman in her late thirties holding a young child probably about four or five. The woman was the same girl as in the previous photo but was more solemn, her brown hair tumbled around her face, her arms tight around the child. The young girl was smiling cheerfully but there was a hint of sadness in her blue eyes. Her auburn hair reached down to her shoulders and was neatly brushed. "Who do you suppose they are, Artoo?" asked Luke. Artoo beeped a negative response, either he couldn't or wouldn't tell who they were. "Well that's another dead end. I hope Ben left some sort of instructions so I can make a new lightsaber. I'm flying blind for this one buddy." Putting the picture back he opened the trap door and disappeared to search in the cellar. Little did Luke know that the small astromech knew the woman very well indeed.