For the fiftieth time that night, in my mind's dreadful eye I saw Liam's little chubby cheeks and fearful eyes as he had stared up at Anakin, searching for answers. Anakin's answer had been to ignite his lightsaber, and do away with the lot of them.

My heart had not only gotten scarred once more, but this time, it had given way to the pain flooding its inner chambers, and shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. All of the Jedi diatribes and rules about mourning and death left my mind, and my emotions were all I knew in that moment. I saw Keeloh, chin quivering and eyes closed, accepting his death like a true brave warrior. I remembered earlier that morning…

"Keelee," Keeloh whispered as I munched on my morning nutrition stick. They were horribly tasteless, but they were good for us – at least that's what Master Mundi had told us long ago.

"What is it, Keeloh?" I swallowed, sensing a sudden wave of fear in him. His pulse was suddenly racing, and I felt the pain that elbowed at the walls of his heart, begging for it to explode. I slammed a palm to my chest, and Master Windu had looked up from his conversation with Master Yoda to look at me.

"Keelee, are you alright?" he asked me, rushing toward where I was seated.

"I… I'm fine, Master Windu," I told him, swallowing hard. "Please forgive me for alarming you."

"Be mindful of your thoughts, young one," he smiled graciously.

"Yes, Master," I nodded. He turned around to where Master Yoda had stayed, but I felt the small green alien stare at me with inquisitive green eyes. Yoda was my favorite of all the Masters, besides Obi-Wan. He loved us younglings and took great pleasure in training us. And he always encouraged me to be careful with my intuitive abilities.

This time was no exception. He sent me a mental picture of myself passing out from my swelling, swirling head full of thoughts. I almost giggled, but I realized it was meant as a warning.

I turned back to Keeloh as Master Yoda turned back to Master Windu.

"Keeloh, what was that?" I asked him in hushed tones. The exchange had caught the attention of Liam's blood-cousin, Kasen Johl, a dark, curly-haired Padawan who was two years older than me. He was learning the ways of the Force in spurts from Kit Fisto, and I had to control the strong feelings I felt towards him time and time again. This time was no exception, as his bright blue eyes searched my face, trying to find what was wrong with me. He was probably my closest friend at the Temple, and I appreciated his concern, but tried to focus solely on my nervous twin brother.

I frowned as Keeloh stared down at his untouched meal. "Keeloh, eat. You know you need your strength."

"I will not need this," he had said, barely audible.

"What are you talking about, silly?" I whispered. "Of course you will."

"No, Keelee," he whispered, his green eyes searching my own. "I will not."

"What do you mean?" Kasen asked softly. He had heard us talking, no doubt; his excellent hearing and strong sense of everything around him made it hard to keep things from his knowledge.

"Something horrible is going to happen tonight," Keeloh said, dropping his eyes to the table before us.

Master Yoda looked up now, his long green ears moving up slightly. I knew he was listening, and closed my lips. "Always in motion, the future is," he finally said aloud.

"Yes, Master Yoda," Keeloh nodded, "but this one is very strong."

"Be mindful of your feelings, young one, or they will betray you." Master Windu had his brown hands tucked in the long, draped sleeves of his Master's robes.

Tears flooded my eyes as another wave of what was to come poured into the part of me that always knew before anyone else.

"But Keeloh is right," I defended him to Master Windu. "It will be devastating to us… to the entire Jedi order."

"That's enough," Master Windu frowned. "There will be no more of this talk."

"Clouded, your judgment may be," Master Yoda frowned. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me, or to Master Windu, but I stayed silent.

"Forgive me, Masters," Keeloh dropped his head humbly. I squeezed his hand out of their sight. I believed him. How could I not? I felt the foreboding as clearly as I felt my own pulse. Master Windu had left, claiming important matters of the Senate that he needed to attend to. I didn't know where he was going, but I didn't see him return.

Later that night I had spoken to Keeloh about this matter again, out of earshot of either of our training Masters. They were distracted by two of the younger Padawans, who were having trouble with their lightsabers. "I believe you, Keeloh. I felt it, too."

"It's going to happen very soon, Keelee."

"I know." Tears blurred my vision, so I used the Force to guide my lightsaber swings. Mine was a radiant blue, much like Anakin's and Obi-Wan's. I had watched them fight once; they were brilliantly matched and entertaining to watch. I had been awestruck, like a small child again.

"You must be ready. It will happen here. You must run, when the time comes. Do not stay behind or try to be a hero, if you want to live." Keeloh touched my hand, and I felt his underlying sadness.

I didn't know what he was talking about, but I nodded. I would listen to my brother more quickly than any Master. That was why they would not let me become an apprentice. That was why I had been constantly scolded for my recklessness. I was loyal to a fault, and the Masters knew this could hurt me in the long run.

But had it yet? I didn't believe so. My deep-rooted, hidden attachments to Obi-Wan and Anakin had only fueled me to work harder in my studies; they had never become a detriment to my abilities.

And so far, even the Masters hadn't learned of those deep bond-connections.

The last time I saw Keeloh, he had been brave, and strong. He tried to reassure me through the Force, sending me waves of peace and encouragement, up until the point when Anakin's lightsaber had taken his life-breath.

His death had been much more than a ripple in the Force for me. It had been a heart-wrenching, gut-twisting, burning, searing pain that had crippled me. I nearly forgot how to use my legs, until a new emotion beat my head into the present: Fear.

And it told me to run.

Then I was off like a starfighter going into lightspeed, tearing through the corridors of the Jedi Temple, not knowing where my feet were taking me. But I had to get away. Away from the darkness that had fallen over the Temple like a thick blanket, away from my brother's dead body, away from my old friend. Where had he gone? Who was this monster who had stolen his body and taken him away from me, and with him, my own brother?

My only small consolation in that moment had been that Kasen had left with Master Kit earlier that day, to do some scouting in the outskirts of Coruscant. But it was not enough to stop the tears from flowing.

Suddenly, I heard music. Sorrowful music, the kind associated with mourning and funeral processions. It was a strange sound, one that we young Jedi hadn't heard often. I climbed out of the broken speeder and walked on shaky legs toward the sound. It's as if the feeling of the music matched my very soul, and it was drawing me towards it. Suddenly, I saw a crowd full of thousands of Coruscanti citizens, tears in their eyes and rushing down their faces. I wondered what had happened, and pushed my way through the mourners to witness it for myself.

What I saw broke my heart all over again.

A beautiful woman with delicate flowers all in her dark hair was being taken in an open floating-casket, through the parting of people toward the burial ground for those in some sort of power. My heart tightened in my chest as I realized who this striking woman was. I then recognized her as Padmé Amidala, Anakin's close friend (though I had suspected much more than that) and some sort of Senator. I knew how much this would hurt Anakin, to see her so lifeless, but an odd sort of thought struck me.

Had he gotten to her, too?

Suddenly I was frightened to be here, out where everyone could see, so I turned on my heel and pushed my way back through the funeral attendants.

Surely, I must've been dreaming.