Disclaimer: I only own Lian, Ruan, and Telmir. I also only own Luna, Artemis, their family and The Alinah Order. George Lucas owns everything else in the galaxy.
"The Force is strong in her"
Queen Luna of Lian smiled across two cradles at her husband. Her foot gently tapped the rocker, lulling the twins to sleep. Ah, her children. In the four years since the massacre of her family, and her ascension to the throne, her husband Rowan and her children had been all that has kept her sane. The last words her teacher, her Master, had uttered to her were etched on her mind still.
"The Force does not always a Jedi make."
She knew, deep down in her heart of hearts, that she would never have made a Jedi. She wore her heart and emotions on her sleeve. Steadily, she continued to rock her infants, listning as the people of Lian threatned to rise yet again.
"Lia, I fear for their safety." Lia, her dark Jedi friend, turned from the window, and crossed the room to look at the children.
Artemis looked like her father, already black hair began to patch about on her wrinkled head, and when her eyes opened, it was colored with a deep intense green.
Apollo looked like his mother. There was no hair yet on his head, but his own eyes were icy-blue, and it was expected that he would follow both in temprament and in calling. He would rule Lian.
Lia smiled, and extended a finger to Artemis, who was more active by far. The baby caught it, and Lia chuckled at the little baby's daring grip. Her face sobered as she looked at her old friend.
"And well you should fear, Luna. I recommend that you foster the children out for now. Perhaps if you sent Apollo to train in Ruan, it might help the world's relations, and keep him safe." Ruan and Lian were twin planets. Ruan revolved Lian, whilst Lian revolved the Star. The relations between the two worlds were rocky at best, and it was assumed that Ruan stirred all trouble on Lian.
Luna looked as if she would turn down her friend's suggestion immediately, but then paused.
"Only if the king was the only one to know who Apollo was….it just might work." Her tender gaze drifted over her daughter.
"But what of Artemis?" Lia Lightfire grinned at the child that still clutched her finger.
"She can become my ward. I can take her to the Temple. After all, the Force is strong in her."
Luna sighed, plucking tentatively at her lip.
"Would you, Lia?" Lia smiled, then lifted Artemis from her bassinet.
"Yes, Luna. I would do that for you." She began to walk to the door, her lightsaber thumping against her thigh. She opened the door, and walked through it. She never once looked back. She supposed she was doing the right thing, taking a Force-strong child to the Temple. But was it really? She couldn't shake her prophetic dreams, and she wondered if she were really offering a future apprentice a way out. She hoped against all else that what she was doing was right, but one never really knew. Was she really taking the child from her hidden longing for a baby of her own? One to carry the Lightfire name? Preposterous!
But really, what else could be done with Artemis? The Force is strong in her.