Before his death, Pontifex Maxiron Agolerga decides to return an item to the Naberrie family…

If you have not read my first story, you don't have to understand this one.

Alright everyone, this is one of two sequels to my first story, The Scroll. Yes, I have another one, however it takes place in a series of AU fics I have planned. Also, I leave for a trip on Wednesday so if I get enough reviews I will post the next two chapters tomorrow.

I would have posted sooner but my betas are just busy or I don't know, and I've grown tired of waiting. So if there are any typos, grammar issues, or other mistakes that is why.

Chapter One, Holos and Scrolls

Eleven standard years after the end of the Clone Wars or 8 Years Before the Battle of Yavin

In the mountains of Naboo

The echoes of Pontifex Maxiron Agolerga's voice traveled throughout the halls of the Brotherhood of Cognizance.

"Wallé…Wallé!"

What now? The young man ran into the Pontifex's chambers as quickly as he could. "I'm here sir," he replied as politely as possibly.

Agolerga used his index finger to point down the hallway. "Go into the Archives. There's a secret drawer on the west wall…to the right. Bring me the contents."

"Sir?"

"Bring me the contents!" he snapped. He always hated repeating himself.

Wallé ran out of the room like an adolescent in trouble with his father. He returned less than five standard minutes later. He brought a stack of at least fifteen holos and armful of scrolls

"The scrolls." Agolerga gestured him to come to him. "The scrolls!" Wallé turned his right side more to the left so the Pontifex could grab them. He practically snatched them out of his arm. Set them on his lap and began going through them. If wasn't whatever he was looking for, he discarded it by throwing it on the floor to the left.

Walle rolled his eyes. Couldn't he just hand them back to me? Wallé silently muttered.

The Pontifex's eyes didn't leave the scrolls he continued to go through, "Don't roll those eyes at me or they might get stuck."

He was beginning to reach the end of the pile. Wallé hoped Agolerga found what he was looking for, if not, he didn't want to think about the consequences. He reached the third to last scroll, opened it and then stared at for several long minutes.

"Sir?"

"Go deliver this to the family of Padme Amidala." Though he wondered if that would even help. His friend Winama, her friend Ryoo, and their children Ruwee and Jobal were all deceased. As far as he knew their daughter Sola was still alive, but he did not know. But he did know Sola's daughter, Pooja was still alive. She was much was like her late aunt. A rising star in the political circle of Naboo and just recently made Princess of Theed. "Give it to Pooja Naberrie." He was about to give it to the younger man, but he then pulled it back and said, "You will not read it." He gave a very stern look, "Is that clear?"

Wallé wondered what this was all about, but knew better than to ask questions, or to disobey Agolerga's wishes, "Yes, sir."

Agolerga also told him to leave the family instructions to come to their monastery. If they didn't know...then they were bound to ask him questions. He then watch a puzzled Wallé leave the room. Then listened for the front door to open then close shut.

Agolerga knew he should be the one doing this, but there was simply no way he could walk down the mountains anymore. He should have done this years ago, but there never seemed to be a right time.

Why now?

The past months Agolerga's health had been in decline. Despite the nonsense and reassurances the doctors' gave, he knew he was dying. It was now or never.

Agolerga was getting his affairs in order and this morning remembered that...unusual task he performed many years earlier. Of course, he had never actually forgotten the task. Something like that was hard to forget, but he remembered the scroll and the possibility that the family was unaware of it and what was on it. He would have sooner, but Agolerga felt it would not have been appropriate to just drop something of this magnitude after Padmé's untimely death. He had always assumed the family did not know, but he did not know anything for sure. But if they did, then he felt the family should have it. Even still, he decided to approach the matter carefully and go at it like the family did not know.

He just hoped he was doing the right thing.

End of Chapter One