Once, I snuck into Jenna's bunk. I looked in one of her drawers, finding a photo album and a notebook. I opened the album and saw lots of photos, from Jenna and Obi-Wan's childhood to the present. I laughed at some of the moments Jenna captured, then wondered how she found the time. Then, I opened that blue notebook. The first page was a warning.

'Warning:

Those who go any further risk scolding, maim, torture, death, being erased from time, and frostbite over sunburn. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND GUT YOU LIKE A FISH!'

"I regret nothing." I smirked, opening the book. What I saw was... Drawings, poetry, and song lyrics. Parodies and short stories. I saw the only way Jenna remained sane in that Godforsaken war. Then I saw some of her parodies from an Earthen song called 'Let it Go.' Jenna had let me listen to the song, and I occasionally heard Anakin humming it as he worked on his ship. "Jenna wrote these?"

'The lights glow bright

On Coruscant tonight,

Not a Jedi to be seen...

A kingdom of desolation,

And it looks like I'm the queen...

The snow is swirling like the Force trapped deep inside...

Couldn't hide the truth,

Heaven knows I tried...

Don't let them in, don't let them see!

Be the good Knight you always have to be!

Conceal, don't feel!

Don't let them know...

My friends must know!

Let it go!

Let it go!

Can't cling to pride anymore!

Let it go!

Let it go!

Never more lock the door!

I don't care if they think I'm weak!

Let the Force rage on...

At least it will always protect me.

It funny how telling the truth makes my worries seem so small.

And the woman who made me a monster can't get to me at all!

It's time to see what I can do

To let my powers truly show through!

No right, no wrong,

They can't judge me...

I'm free!

Let it go!

Let it go!

I control the wind and sky!

Let it go!

Let it go!

They'll never see me cry!

Here I stand, and here I'm free!

Let the Force rage on...

My powers caused much pain, so I chose to forget...

I thought they were to blame, but now the past relive...

The Silence wish to shatter me like glass...

I'm never going back,

My good-girl days are past...

Let it go!

Let it go!

My powers heal my pain!

Let it go!

Let it go!

The Snow Queen's begun her reign!

I'm Heaven Song, I am not weak!

Let the Force rage on!

At least it will always protect me.'

The writing was slightly different Jenna's right now. My guess... She wrote this just after the First Battle of Geonosis. After she learned who she was. All of her powers. I didn't understand some of the words... Weak? Never see her cry? Monster? What was going on? What was Jenna hiding? I took Jenna's journal and flipped to the day of the Battle of Geonosis, the day when all of the Jedi learned of her powers. The entry was in blue ink...

I understand now... Why I forgot my powers and my past... Why I have no friends... It's all because I'm a freak. When I learned who I was... I am Project Ice, a Silence experiment that escaped. That's why I'm different, and surrounded by pity. Because Madame Kavarian took a little girl and destroyed all that was good in her, and the Jedi always knew it. The torment will begin again. It's all so clear now. It happened before. When I was small, I was often ridiculed and beaten by other Younglings for being different, what with my powers, my species, and my strength with the Force. Obi, Master Qui-Gon, and the Council were the only ones who accepted me, but now I see, only out of pity. Obi was my only friend, he didn't know about my past. He accepted me without question... Unlike others. That's why I'm so hyper. I never had friends, besides Obi, so I'm always excited by meeting new people and social events. I know no one will ever accept me, so I'll keep hiding it. Many Jedi were too busy to notice my reveal, and many Jedi died. So, five know of who I am, and the Council has ordered their silence. Only I have the right to tell anyone who I am... But I won't unless I have to. Questions will come up, though. By the time I'm forty, people will begin wondering how I look sixteen. I'm so scared of being found out, but Obi and Ani will always be there when I need them, and I can always talk to people like Padmè, Master Yoda, and Master Plo. Speaking of them... Obi and I are planning something evil and diabolical. We've placed in a request for Ani to get a Padawan! Stupid, right, letting him corrupt a kid? But Master Plo says this Ahsoka kid, whoever she is, is cool. I hope so. If she doesn't have a sense of humor, I rage quit.

The door opened, and I hid in the closet. Jenna walked in and sat on her bed, scribbling something in the notebook. Jenna laid down and shut her eyes, the opened them and sighed, sitting up.

"Sleep is for the weak, anyway." Jenna muttered. "I'll sleep when I'm dead." Jenna departed, and as I left, I wondered... When did Jenna sleep last? I looked at the back section of the notebook. A tab was labeled 'Memories?', and there were strange pictures of needles, men with no mouths, and a woman with an eyepatch. Then, there was a tab labeled 'Memories', and it had amazingly detailed drawings of Jenna, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Jenna, and battles. There were pictures of Jenna's family. River Song, the Doctor, and a young girl. There was a picture of a flower, and pictures of scenes from our occasional shore leaves.

"Wow."

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