Leia took her brother's hand as they were ushered into the Council chamber. Anakin remained standing beside them, but Obi-Wan crossed the room and took the empty council seat.
"What are your names, Padawans, and who are your masters?" The dark-skinned human asked, getting straight to the point.
"Luke and Leia Lars, sir. We have no masters. We aren't—what do you call it?—Padawans."
"Hmmm," the little green master hummed. "Twins, you are, are you not?" He closed his eyes. "Raised apart, were you?"
Luke released her hand and stepped forward slightly, putting himself between his sister and the Jedi. "Yes, sir."
"Your path is clouded," the dark-skinned human Jedi observed.
"From the future, are you not?" The green master asked this time, drawing sharp stares from the other masters in the room.
"Master Yoda," one of the masters gasped. "That's not possible! Time travel hasn't been achieved yet!"
Anakin looked on as Luke took a sharp step backwards, fear flaring behind his impeccable shields. In his place, Leia stepped forward, head held high, although her face was slightly pale. "Ask us no more, Masters. We cannot answer." Her tone was that of someone used to being obeyed.
Yoda hummed, "In a dark future, have you grown up, younglings. Trained to hide your Presence, hidden from something I cannot see were you. Children of the Light, hidden in the Darkness. Too strong, you are, to be kept together. A beacon in the Force, would you have been, to those seeking to destroy the Light."
At the master's proclamation, Luke and Leia both swallowed hard, struggling to contain their fear.
Luke shook his head in disbelief. "The Force can tell you all that, Master?" He asked in a small voice.
The other masters looked startled. "You're saying he's right?" One of the masters exclaimed.
Luke closed his eyes. "Yes, masters."
"Luke!" Leia hissed. "He told us to stay silent."
Luke nodded at Yoda. "He already knows, Princess. Not everything, but enough." Reluctantly, his sister nodded.
"Why is this Emperor after you? How did the Order fall? Who trained you?" Anakin demanded.
Luke squared his small shoulders and looked at Anakin. "You may not like the answer," he warned.
"Tell us, young Lars," Mace prompted the boy.
"We know very little of our parentage. My aunt and uncle told me that my father was a pilot on a spice freighter. No one mentioned my mother."
Leia spoke up. "My father always said that it was too dangerous to reveal anything about my true parentage, but he once told me that I was just like my mother and that she would be proud of me." Leia choked slightly. "I was the youngest senator to ever gain office in the Galactic Senate. I was on my way to Imperial Center to be sworn in when my ship was attacked."
"A senator, you believe your mother was. And something you know of your father."
Leia swallowed. "I don't think I should say that, Master Yoda. It could change far too much about the galaxy."
Luke cut in. "I think we're here to learn, so that our training isn't completely lacking."
Mace scoffed. "You can't train! You're far too old."
"Test them, we will. Know the extent of their current training, we do not."
"Before you test us, Masters," Leia said softly, "Might my brother be taken to a med bay? He's in quite a bit of pain."
Mace scowled. "I don't sense anything," he said loftily.
Leia glared at the man, a look which reminded Obi-Wan eerily of Anakin, and snapped icily, "Do you honestly believe that we wouldn't be able the shield ourselves? We've been in hiding since our birth. If a Sith Lord can't find us, what makes you think you'd be able to sense anything about us."
Anakin couldn't help himself. Listening to a girl hardly older than an initiate dress down a member of the Jedi Council sent him over the edge, and he burst into laughter.