The great hall of the jedi temple on N'aanwaria was decked out in shimmering banners of pearl and silver. The inside, which had been gutted by fire, was now restored to its previous splendor. As Brodey entered through an archway in the front he felt literally a thousand sets of eyes all gazing at him. The room was packed and he was the center of attention.

He looked at the front of the congregation, immediately catching a glimpse of Kyp Durron. The jedi master beamed proudly back at him and Brodey couldn't help but be confused.

'What is he smiling about?' Brodey wondered. 'Am I the only one here that doesn't know what's going on?'

Next to Kyp sat Jagged Fel. The colonel wore a similar expression to Kyp's causing Brodey to do a double take. Was this the same Jag he was seeing?

Thoroughly confused, Brodey continued to have a look around. He saw many old friends from his childhood and even some relatives. His grandfathers were there, arguing with each other as always.

'Some things never change,' Brodey thought, smiling slightly.

Brodey's heart leapt into his throat as his eyes came to rest upon his mother's face. She wore her finest silver dress and was still every bit as stunning as he remembered her. He noted that she looked a bit older than he remembered her, and that her hair was cut almost boyishly short. However, she still looked at him with the same love-filled eyes that she always had when he was growing up. He mouthed the words "I love you" at her and she responded by dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief and saying "I love you too".

A procession began and Brodey turned to see a teenaged girl who looked strikingly like his sister walk up the aisle carrying a bouquet. Then it finally dawned on him. This was a wedding, and not just any wedding. It was his wedding.

Brodey glanced to his side, totally in shock, and he thought he was about ready to have a heart attack when he saw his father standing there. He was dead. Brodey knew that because he'd seen him die.

'Did you really?' Brodey asked himself. 'You thought you felt all the others die as well, yet they're all here. Your mother's here, your brothers and sister, and your grandparents. All are present.'

The revelation filled Brodey with shock and utter jubilation. Could his parents and siblings possibly all be alive? He continued to look over to his father as Noaa'lan Narundi turned his blue-eyed gaze on his son.

'Not having second thoughts, are you?' Noaa'lan asked.

'No, I don't think so," Brodey replied, not at all sure who he was marrying or what he was getting himself into.

'Good, because she's right here, ready to take your hand.'

Brodey turned back to his bride, who was covered from head to toe in pure ivory and pearl fabric. Her gown was simply breathtaking, and he hoped upon hope that so was she. He stared at her, trying to see her face through the veil as he felt her small hand reach out and clasp his.

"Before we begin the ceremony, why don't you check and see if this is truly the bride you wish to take as your own," The master of ceremonies stated.

Brodey reached out to lift up the veil. He had almost revealed her face when he felt a sharp pain explode in his side.

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