A/n: last chapter, please review! I will start a sequel. Not for a while, you know, maybe Christmas-ish if I feel like it. And I have decided the first chapter will include character descriptions and descriptions of things people might have a hard time understanding if they haven't read the other stories.
Chapter 20
When Edana was three turns old, she was put in a newly developed, top secret Jedi School. When she was eight turns, it was discovered that she was a nature mage, just like Moreta, but including dance magery.
Edana made several friends through the school. However, these were only the people she could harshly convince not to take pity on her. They were the only ones who could truly understand her, anyway.
On her seventeenth birthday, Edana was sitting in her mother's old room at Benden Weyr, slipping one of her fire-lizard's thinnest scales into a smooth, thin piece of wood. Without warning, a body appeared, falling from the ceiling. She quickly threw her makeshift wand to the floor, reached out her arms and called the winds to help her. The body floated gently to her straw bed.
Edana patiently searched for a pulse. She heard it, very faintly. She found his quickly retreating line of magic. She had never seen that kind of magic before, except in herself. Edana threw herself into that vein of magic, anchoring her magic into the surrounding rock and running along his magic line, trying to find the owner of the weak body.
When she found his soul, he told her to go back. But she refused, pointing to something on her hand and saying that "They need you, you cannot give up now". He pondered for a minute, looking around his own paradise, than slowly nodded. He followed Edana back from his paradise.
Edana withdrew from his magic and went back into her body. She cared for him for weeks, sometimes even neglecting Roxy, her fire-lizard, (though not for long). She waited a month before he could even tell her his name.
His voice was raspy from lack of use, and he thanked her profusely, his excessively tattooed hand gripping hers and feeling her ring.
"That's all right Sirius" she smiled at him, quite serenely for one so young. "Once you can stand up again, we shall work on getting you home."
"Thank you," he replied. "But I do not even know your name. You remind me so much of Moreta." When she looked shocked and played with her ring, he explained. "I knew her…many years ago now, about say, seventeen years, maybe eighteen. We went to school together. We were even good friends until she-"
"Left." Edana said sullenly.
Sirius Black squinted up at his savior. "How did you know?"
Edana swallowed. "Because Moreta is—was my mother."
"Was?"
"She died when I was an infant."
"Oh you poor child."
"Don't say that." Edana snapped at him for the first time. "I'm sick of pity, sir. I cannot stand it any longer."
"Fair enough."
When he woke up a few hours later, she asked him, "So you're a wizard?"
"Yes."
She grinned. "I'm a witch. Teach me, master."
A/n: please reviewBTW, Edana means ardent & fiery