It's not my fault! Blame George Lucas! He made this universe!

Alnor groggily opened his eyes, and snapped them shut as light blinded him. Slowly, he opened them again, allowing his eyes to focus. He was in his room, but a new bed had replaced his old one. Everywhere he looked, long gouges and burns covered the stone walls. Carefully, Alnor tried to sit up. He abandoned that idea immediately. Just thinking about moving was painful.

Footsteps turned his attention to the door… Or at least the gaping hole where the door had been. Master Skywalker picked his way carefully around the debris and sat on a stool beside Alnor's bed.

"It's good to see you awake," Master Skywalker said. "You gave the medical droids a rather difficult time."

"I don't know what happened," Alnor said. "I lost control."

Luke's face turned grim. "What happened wasn't your fault," he said. "Someone outside the Temple used the Force to instill fear in you in such a subtle way you thought it was your own. As your fear grew, they were capable of even greater control."

"How is that possible?" Alnor asked. "It couldn't have been a mind trick. You need to talk to someone to use it, and I was alone. And besides, my mind is too strong for that. "

"Alnor, this was something much more than a simple mind trick," Master Skywalker said. "Whoever did this was doing it from a great distance off, and had an incredible mastery over the Force. It was so powerful that every student in the Temple felt it."

"So what can I do? What if they try this again?" Alnor asked.

"Alnor, the only way someone could have done this is if they had spent enough time around you that they could feel your presence anywhere, and I think the only possibility is your family. You are a danger to yourself and others as long as your family is able to control you like this, but going after them could be even more disastrous. Either way, there is the danger of the Dark Side."

Alnor thought for a moment. "The way I see it, I can hide until the next time they reach out to me and I either burn myself up or fall to the Dark Side, or I can run after them and risk exactly the same thing," Alnor said.

"My vision is clouded," Luke said. "I can see nothing. The choice must be yours."

Alnor closed his eyes. Somewhere, coming from far off, he could feel a tremor. And yet, there was something closer, too. They both beckoned, but the closer one demanded more immediate attention.

"I can't hide from them," Alnor said at last. "I'd rather fight an uncertainty than hide from the inevitable." Something about that tremor nearby tugged at him.

"Alright," Master Skywalker said. "However, I'm going to ask that you take Kala along with you."

"No," Alnor refused. "She's too inexperienced to come on something this dangerous."

Luke shook his head. "Kala has more skill than you think. She may seem unfocused, but you can rely on her when you need her. You can't do this alone, Alnor. Someone has to be ready to intervene if your family should attempt to take control again."

Alnor opened his mouth to protest, but closed it again. Master Skywalker was right. He did need someone to keep an eye on him. "Yes, Master Skywalker."

"Good," Luke replied. He got up to leave, then paused. "Oh yes," he said. "I believe this belongs to you." From a clip on his belt, he produced Alnor's lightsaber. "I have to say, it's incredibly well crafted."

Alnor gathered his strength and managed to sit up. Taking the small metal tube from Luke, he studied it. The lightning had left jagged burns up the entire hilt. Alnor ran a finger up one of the zigzagging lines. An excellent reminder of the pain the Dark Side brought.

"Thank you, Master Skywalker," Alnor said.

"Get some rest," Luke said, getting up. "You'll need to regain your strength before you set out."

Alnor nodded and lay back on his pillow as Luke quietly left the room. Placing his lightsaber on the stool beside his bed, he closed his eyes. Sleep came quickly, with that tremor still tugging at him…