The sun set over the plains of Dantooine that sent almost a gentle humming noise across the land. It was just as the planet had always been, calm and peaceful. As the students of the new Jedi enclave made their way back from the courtyard after a long day of training in the fields. All was at peace, except for the heart of one Jedi master. Bastila looked out over the plains of Dantooine and could only think of the last time she had been on Dantooine before she returned to teach the new generation of Jedi. She had been here, years ago, searching through the ancient runes with him. Bastila paused and looked out over the plains for one last moment, then turned back to the Jedi Enclave. All the students were making their way through the newly built enclave towards their rooms, bowing slightly to Bastila as she passed. No one could see the pain she was fighting deep down inside of her.

It had been years since she last heard from her companion; for that was all he could be to her. Despite the feelings deep down in her heart that wanted so much more out of him, she considered him only a friend. In the quiet of her own room and the trapped feeling that was building up inside her, Bastila set down her light saber in its place on her table. The cold metal left her hands feeling icy as she made her way to the large window that overlooked the planet. The sun had set and the stars were shining brilliantly; they were a reminder of her time on the Ebon Hawk, when the stars were so close she could touch them. Those days were long behind her now, if that was for the best, she did not yet know. There were still unanswered questions lingering in her heart.

She knew that the best thing for her was to be away from the temptation of the dark side, but his words were still being whispered in her ear every time the wind blew. No matter how hard she tried to fight, her Jedi training would never be strong enough to deny her heart what she wanted; to hear his voice again.

"Something is coming.." His eyes looked across the same plains of Dantooine, but they seemed to be looking out even further than she could see. They were close to one another, but their bodies did not touch. There was always a feeling of warmth when she got close enough to him; that was all she needed. They knew the love they had for one another, but fear kept them from acting upon it. Fear of falling.

"What do you mean?" Bastila looked around nervously, almost expecting to see a dark Jedi in the distance, but saw nothing. His eyes never moved from their place in the distance. His eyebrows were pushed together, thoughtfully.

"Something is coming soon; from out of the darkness." His eyes turned away from their target in the distance and he looked back to Bastila with a worried expression. She made a motion to speak but he shook his head, as if he already knew what she would ask. "I know what I have to do.. I have to go out there and fight it."

"Then we'll go together, Revan." She gently placed her hand on top of his and she could feel the cold on his body. His touch had never been the same since his battle against Malak, even when the sun hit him as it did now, he was always cold. Bastila smiled weakly until his hand moved from beneath her and grasped hers tightly.

"No. That can't happen." Revan's eyes looked so tormented at they started back into Bastila's, but in an instant, they were empty again, concentrating. She knew that he was using all his discipline to remain as calm as he was, but he was failing. "I have to go alone; there is something else you need to do." Bastila stepped back, fighting the anger in the pit of her stomach.

"Why can't I come with you? Do you not trust me enough?" The words came out far more upset that Bastila had intended, but the pain pouring out of her body was beginning to overpower her. She took a step back to examine Revan. Though his face was calm, his body was tense; she knew this was painful for him.

"There are many reasons why you cannot come with me." Revan lifted his body higher over Bastila's body, to prevent her from reaching out to touch his face. He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. "For one, you need to stay here and help to rebuild the enclave, teach the next generation of Jedi." Bastila knew that there was another reason lingering behind that answer. She could feel it in her heart, she knew it was coming. "I also don't want anything to happen to you." His eyes held something back from her, some other part of the story.

"I've had the same training as you. I can handle a fight, Revan. You know that." Revan took Bastila's hand tightly in his own; then massaged it gently with his thumb. It was as if he was terrified to let go of her. "Is it something else?" Her heart clenched in fear of what he would say, she still hadn't mastered the ability to control her emotions, but she now knew she would not fall.

"Bastila, you have fallen to the dark side before; there is no way to deny it. Where I am going, there will be too much temptation, for you and myself; especially if we are together. We cannot allow one of us to fall; one of us needs to stay." Bastila went to argue but Revan put his fingertip to her lips and pressed it closer to keep her silent. "I'm the one that is going, because I know there is something out there; I'm not sure what is it, but I know it is out there. Something from my lost memories is compelling me to go and I know I have to go alone. I promise to come back to you" Something inside Bastila's heart knew that what he was saying was true; even if she wanted to she had no time. Before she could open her mouth, Revan had turned and was walking away in the plains. Deep in her heart she knew she shouldn't call out to him, though she had lost her voice, she attempted to speak but no words came out. And then, he was gone

Bastila stood in the center of her room thinking of the past and could feel a swell of emotions rise in her chest. She felt anger, betrayal, and sadness; the emotions were too strong for her to ignore so she sat in the floor and attempted to meditate, but tears began to fall down her cheeks. So for once since her fall, she allowed the emotions to run rampant.