To my daughter...

Chapter Two:

A/N: Well, This was supposed to be a one shot story, but I've decided to continue it, thanks to the fact that I actually got reviews. *Yay!* Last chapter, I forgot to put a disclaimer on the song, Prayer, by Celine Dion. So now I'm saying I don't own it, even though it is one of my favorites. For my first Chapter, I got three reviews, if I get Five for this chapter I'll update again, if not, it could be a while. Now on to the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I Do Not own Star Wars, or Mara Jade. Nor do I own any of the songs I use. I'll try to remember to put the name of the songs and who sings them at the end of the chapter. I do own Kyna Aileen Katja (Wise, light-bearer, pure, or wise and pure light bearer.) So if you'd like to use her, please ask.

"Hullo Little One, Little Mara Jade." The girl said, lifting the child out of her cradle, and holding her close. "I am sorry, Little One, that I've caused you pain, but I won't hurt you again, not ever again." She smiled as the infant gave a sweet little yawn, and fell asleep.

"We can go now, our work here is done." She said, turning, no one seeing the sorrow hidden in her eyes.

"Yes, Ma'am." The leader of the men in white armor said, turning, and leading his men, and the girl holding the child, out of the room, and into the waiting ship.

"Well, Mara, I guess I'm taking care of you now, so, what are you going to call me when you get bigger, huh? Not Mama, don't want to take her place. Um, Ailee?"

Mara yawned.

"Guess that's a no. How 'bout Ky'Ai, that's what my little sister called me." The baby smiled.

The girl grinned, "Ok, Ky'Ai it is. So, little one, how about some lunch, and then a nap."

Kyna Aileen Katja, care taker to Mara Elysia Jade, walked into the kitchen, to warm up her charge's first bottle. "So, how about we sing while this warms? What should I sing? Wise old King?"

"There was a wise old king, who had ten thousand men, he marched them up a hill, and he marched them down again. When you're up, you're up, when you're down, you're down, and when you're only halfway up, you're neither up nor down." She sang, while walking and bouncing the baby. When she stopped singing, the baby started crying.

" All night, all day, Angels watching over me, my lord, all night, all day, angels watching over me." She sang, trying an oldy, but goody. The baby hushed, until Aileen stopped singing.

"Um... here we go.

Fly, fly little wing

Fly beyond imagining

The softest cloud, the whitest dove

Upon the wind of heaven's love

Past the planets and the stars

Leave this lonely world of ours"The bottle was warm now, and Aileen fed Mara, while gently rocking her and singing.

"Escape the sorrow and the pain

And fly again

Fly, fly precious one

Your endless journey has begun

Take your gentle happiness

Far too beautiful for this

Cross over to the other shore

There is peace forevermore

But hold this mem'ry bittersweet

Until we meet"

Mara finished her bottle, and Aileen lifted her to her shoulder, and patted her back until she burped and began rocking her.

Fly, fly do not fear

Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear

Your heart is pure, your soul is free

Be on your way, don't wait for me

Above the universe you'll climb

On beyond the hands of time

The moon will rise, the sun will set

But I won't forget

Fly, fly little wing

Fly where only angels sing

Fly away, the time is right

Go now, find the light" The girl, finished now, smiled down at the baby in her arms. She headed toward the cabin she shared with Mara, and laid the little one down in her crib. "Sleep well, Little One, tomorrow will shatter this peace." Tomorrow the innocent child would meet pure evil.

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Aileen, the light-bearer, was going to face her toughest challenge yet, getting the Emperor, as he was called now, to allow her to raise Mara. The girl had dressed in tight black pants, light boots, a purple halter top, and her long black Jedi/sith robe. She had allowed her waist length blond hair to stay down, and had taken off her lightsaber, for once. Approaching the sith lord with a weapon was not a good idea, you could be killed with your own weapon.

"Hey, baby, you ready to go?" She asked Mara, whom she had dressed in a little white gown, as if she were going to a christening. The baby gurgled.

Song is Fly, by Celine Dion