"You are with child."

Jobal Naberrie.

"You are carrying twins. Girls."

Pregnant with the future Senator Padme Amidala.

"I sense great destiny in them. One will rise to royalty."

And her twin sister.

"The other will fall to death."

Seers were not common in their system. The Jedi kept such unexplainable forces contained.

But Jobal had always been a superstitious woman. She could not hold back the question that spilled from her mouth. A question filled with fear.

"What must I do?"

The answer would haunt Jobal for years to come.

"Send one away. Far away. To a place outside of this or any known system."

"How?"

"After the birth, bring the children to me," was the murmured reply.

Jobal gave birth to twin girls, as was prophesied to her. She had been told by doctors she was carrying only one—a boy. Thus, her belief in the Seer's words grew.

She named the children Padme and Janne, and when she was well enough, she brought the girls to the one who'd prophesied their fate.

The Seer touched each of the children, and a bright light flooded out from beneath the creature's cloak. Then, she plucked one of the children from the arms of her mother.

Janne.

"I will send this one away. It has been foreseen."

"And will that change the fearful fate you saw? Will it save the one destined for death?"

But the Seer said no more on the matter. Jobal tried to ask her, again, but she was sent, harshly, away.

When Padme became Princess of Theed, Jobal wept. For, to her, it seemed the Seer's Sight had come true. One was now royal, which could only mean that the other had died.

And so, alone, Jobal wept, and found consolation only in that she had not gotten to know her daughter, knowing it would be only that much harder to bear the reality of her death.

From that day on, she put all of her energy into Padme, wanting to give her all she could, to help her thrive in honor of the sister she never knew.

At the age of 29, Padme died. In childbirth. Giving birth. To twins.

Jobal watched as her daughter's body processed through the crowd of loved ones and mourners, and wondered how the Seer could be so wrong.

Apparently, both of her twin daughters had been destined for death.

Jobal could do nothing but mourn.

At age 29, Jane Foster was moved by SHIELD to a secure location under the guise of scientific consultant, as the brother of the Asgardian she loved tore through New York City. In that moment, she was none the wiser.

"O God, who is like You?
You, who have shown me great
and severe troubles,
Shall revive me again
And bring me up again from
the depths of the Earth." Psalm 71: 19-20