:There is a new beginning that makes this story make more sense from the very beginning, So even if you have read this before, reread the prologue:

Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death …

Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety. --- Benjamin Franklin Twenty-two years after the 'Battle of Yavin' another kind of battle is about to begin.

Jaina awoke to darkness struggling to figure out what was real, was this a dream, or had that been? Her fingers were slimy and cold against the light blanket covering her.

She was being spun around in some dance. Jaina looked down to see she was wearing a dress, and ran out of the palace, a man had been chasing her. She could hear his footsteps on stone. She'd run towards a forest, to the top of a hill where there was a huge fire blazing. Everyone stared at her and she became aware that she was late.

"I," She began but found her breath stolen by the night.

She walked up to the fire. Mara looked sick in the firelight, but she stood too close, it would consume her with the wood!

The large fire burned so brightly and yet so cold. The closer she got she realized that there was something besides ships made of wood, It was her baby brother- Anakin was on a pyre! His eyes were open, boiling, crying.

"No-" she'd protested. "He's not, I didn't fail him. Anakin!"

"You were too late," Her father said, voice thick with blame. His eyes lacked the determination that had always given her strength.

"Where's Jacen?" her mom had asked looking so lost, her hair was short, her eyes rimmed in red.

"I didn't abandon him!" But she felt like she had. Why had she been at a dance when her brothers were lost?

"I'm sorry for the loss of your brothers," Kyp said with unreadable eyes.

She was balancing on the edge of a sword that was pointed at her family.

Why were her hands slimy? Jaina hit the light switch on the wall.

Her old friend Zekk's body was laid out in the hospital room she was in. His skin was gray. She screamed until her voice wouldn't. So much blood on her hands. So much blood. He wasn't the only dead person in the room anymore. The room was stacked with dead bodies.

She felt her way along the walls trying not to think.

"Jasa?" Where was he? Their bond had always comforted her in the past no matter how far apart they were. She'd never really been alone. Why was their connection silent?

"Jasa!"

Jacen was beyond the doors but why couldn't she feel him? Where he was in the force all she could feel was a dark storm.

"I thought you were dead!" She cried, rushing towards the welcome sight. "We've got to get out of here, we're stronger together."

She grabbed his wrist, to drag him along, but she still couldn't feel any of his emotions.

"Jacen you're scaring me," she whispered.

He grabbed her other hand forcefully so they were facing each other. Before her eyes Jacen changed into Emperor Palpatine even down to his voice.

" Dear Jaya, there is no darkside there is only my side."

His voice sounded so reasonable but his eyes were empty. She felt rather than saw that he had killed millions of people and everything became dark as the sword turned in on her.

"Jaina, what's wrong? Jaina!'"

Jacen turned the light on and rushed towards her.

Jaina hurled one of her tools at him and screamed. "Get away from me you monster!"

It hit him straight on though luckily not dead-on.

"Umph."

He fell.

"Kriff! Why'd you do that for?"

Jacen rubbed his chest and sounded offended. A dark purple bruise showed through the top of his shirt.

"Stay away from me, you Sith!" she hissed and grabbed a hydrospanner. "I won't let you kill me." Luckily her room was filled to capacity with heavy metal objects perfect for throwing at predators.

"Jay-ya. It's me, Jacen. You were having a nightmare," he said shaking his head incredulously. "And even if I was a Sith, I would never hurt you, stupid."

Jaina took several deep breaths, trying to calm the panic enough to focus. Nervously, she probed him with the Force, afraid of what she would find.

She could feel him! Jacen was there in front of her, a shining familiar presence. She could feel his annoyance, and the remnants of the worry over her safety.

"Jasa?" She dropped her weapon.

"Coming to your senses?" Her twin asked struggling to get up.

He was assaulted again as she ran to embrace him. Her voice was squeaky and she was holding on so hard that she was making the chest wound worse. She knew it as soon as she reached him but she refusing to loosen her grip.

"Ani and Zekk were dead and Mara was dying and you, you were the Emperor and-"

"Shh. It was just a dream." He patted her head. "There is no need to try and kill me."
Jaina shivered trying to dispel her fears. It was just a dream. Jedi had dreams that meant nothing, right?