In the near future, I believe that I may have some difficulties in getting new chapters of this story up, on a consistent basis. I'll do what I can to try to make that statement false, but what I can may not be enough. My explanation, is a one-word explanation: work.

The Broken Family

The time has come. Today would mark exactly three years since the Battle or Korriban. The Jedi Temple gathered to mourn the loss of the lone Jedi that died that day. While countless Republic soldiers lost their lives that day, the Jedi Order lost only one member. While that was the bright side, the dark side of it was, that one Jedi was the future of that order, one Griffin Walker. Everyone in the Order grew to respect the young man. Many even grew to like him, in their own way. Every year, to mourn his passing, the Jedi in the Temple would stand in silence, as one of the young man's favorite songs would play over the intercom of the Temple. Once this was finished, Revan would leave the temple, and go to visit his apprentice's widow, their son, and his brothers, to see how they were holding up. While Revan visited Cariana more than once a year, this was the only time that he ever saw Griffin's brothers, Darius and Justin. Arriving at the apartment that belonged to Cariana, and that Justin had moved in to, to help his in-law, Revan gently knocked on the front door. Darius answered the door, and he looked like hell. His facial hair was out of control, as was the hair on his head, and the bags on his eyes had bags.

"Hello Revan." Darius said to the Jedi.

"Hi Darius. Are you okay?"

"No, I'm in rehab. I had a terrible alcohol addiction this year, and it got so bad in that amount of time, that I didn't have much choice."

"That's terrible. At least you're in rehab, and getting the proper help."

"Yeah, but it's hard. That among other things."

"I know. It's been hard for me these past three years too."

The two men shook hands, and Revan entered the apartment. Justin stood up and shook hands with the Jedi "Good to see you, Justin."

"You too, Revan. Thanks for coming. Cariana is in her room."

"What about Jeff."

"He's in taking a nap. He had an exhausting day, yesterday."

"Fair enough. Let me start with the two of you. I know about some of what you went through this past year, Darius. How about you Justin?"

"I never was one for drinking. But sometimes, when I have my worst nights, with my thoughts, I go to bar, real run down ones, and I have a night of drinking. It's not out of control, but sometimes, I don't know how else to cope."

"If you're looking for another way, and you want some advice, don't be afraid to contact me, and I'll see if I can help. That goes for you too, Darius. A night of drinking isn't the best way to cope."

"Thank you." Darius said.

"There is something else. I feel guilty. Especially since I was right there. I keep on wishing it was me." Justin started to tear up, but was clenching his fist very tightly, to keep from letting those tears fall. "I don't have a wife, or a kid, to look after. And now Griffin can't because he's... He's dead."

Revan put his hand on the soldier's shoulder. "I have the same feelings sometimes. My thoughts are different, but I do still feel guilty about the whole thing, sometimes."

"Hearing you say that helps a little." Justin put his arms around the Jedi, as a show of thanks, respect, and friendship. Returning the hug, Revan spoke. "It's gonna take time, but humans are stronger than many other species give us credit for. It doesn't matter if their Jedi, or not."

"Thank you, Revan." Justin said.

"No problem. Now I should probably speak to Cariana. Unless either of you have something else you want to tell me."

"I don't." Darius said.

"Neither do I. Go speak to her."

"I'll be out shortly."

Revan gently opened the door, to Cariana's bedroom. She sat on the bed, with her arms wrapped around her knees, crying. Revan walked up, and sat down next to her. "Hey Cariana. How are you holding up?"

"Terribly." She said. "No matter how much time goes by, I just keep thinking this is a bad dream, and I'm going to wake up, any second, in his arms."

"I felt something similar, during the Jedi Civil War."

"What do you mean?"

"Surely you heard about how I was once Darth Revan?"

She nodded her head.

"Half-way through the War, I was captured by the Jedi, after being betrayed by Darth Malak. I was brought before the Jedi Council. My mind had been so badly damaged by the betrayal, that they were able to give me a new identity. I was a Padawan all over again, and then they sent me on a mission to stop Malak. Somewhere down the road, I fought Malak, and he revealed who I really was. After that, I just kept wishing that it wasn't real. I kept wishing that I was going to wake up any second, and still be known as Darrel Avren, rather than Revan. But that never happened. In truth, sometimes I still do wish that. That way the past that I had as Darth Revan, wouldn't actually be mine."

"How do you cope?"

"I have the right people in my life, and they remind me that no matter what has happened, all that matters is that I am alive, and living a life worth living."

"Thank you, Revan."

"Yeah." Cariana hugged Revan. Revan would stay with the family for an hour, and then would leave, to return to his own. He spent the rest of the day, with his wife, and son. The Walker family would be visited by Griffin's best friends, who would stay with the family, and continue to mourn. They wouldn't leave, until the next morning.

Later that night...

Lying in bed, fast asleep, Cariana would dream a horrible nightmare. She would see a hideously deformed monster, making men suffer, before enjoying the slow manner in which he murdered men. She would hear the screams of the dying, and hear the begging of a voice, saying "Please, Lord Terecept, mercy!" Then monster would stand before the frightened man, wielding a blood-red lightsaber, and say to him, "A Sith never shows mercy!" The monster would then decapitate the man. Then, sitting on a throne, a red-skinned being would laugh a terrifyingly evil laugh, and would yell, "Griffin Walker is truly dead!" He would then start to disappear, with his laugh slowly fading as well. Then, the monster would sit in some sort of chamber. And the helmet would start to retract, revealing a face.

Though she could barely recognize him at first, with his eyes yellow, and skin extremely pale, Cariana was shocked when she realized that the face was that of her deceased husband, Griffin Walker. He was crying, and he spoke quietly, saying "I'm so sorry, Cariana."

Hearing this sentence, in an all to familiar voice, Cariana shot awake, tears in her own eyes, as she spoke, "Griffin, are you still alive?"