Hey there! Here's the next chapter to the story. I think that later on I'll rewrite it, though. As my Creative Writing teacher says, Plot Happens, and this is one of those instances where my characters aren't meshing well with the plot. Anyway, Many Thanks to Mantharie for the review! I am so glad you think it's a good idea! And I promise I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible. I hope a few more of you post reviews, too. I'm hoping for a little feedback. Thanks, and Keep Reading!

The world spun. Images flashed through her mind. The lower levels of Coruscant. Bright lights flashed as the people gathered laughed and cheered on the spinning wheel, urging it to land on their numbers. The world disappeared again. This time they are deeper, under the beginning levels. Pale lights reveal they are in a bar, with the occupants hunched over their drinks. Her vision blurs, and they are in an aerial chamber, watching the firefight taking place in the sky. The stars begin to spin wildly. She felt herself become one with the force once more.

Obi-Wan and Yoda walked to the records room. As they entered, they felt the Force begin to flux, and a disturbance begin to grow. The room filled with power. The walls seemed to bend and curve. Obi-Wan and Yoda looked at each other as they prepared to draw their lightsabers. It was like nothing they had ever felt before.

Two figures began to appear, a foot above the floor. Yoda felt the light side of the Force flowing from them. He held out his hand and concentrated on focusing the Force. The disturbance slowly grew smaller, bringing the figures into sharp relief. Then the disturbance dissipated and the figures dropped to the floor.

"Padawans?" Obi-Wan gasped, shocked. He knelt by Kiva's side to feel for her pulse as Yoda checked the boy.

"Alive but weak, they are. Medical attention, they need." He leaned on his cane. A look of sorrow swept across his wizened face. "The only survivors, they are, of this attack."

"But how did they survive?" Obi-Wan asked.

The question went unanswered.

He looked back down at the Padawans. The boy's eyes fluttered open. "Wha-?" His eyes focused and his sight sharpened. He sat up quickly, searching the room for enemies as he drew his lightsaber. "Where are they! Master Yoda, we need to…to…"

Obi-Wan had placed his hand on the boy's shoulder as his words faltered.

There was a long pause. "Did we win?" The boy's voice was neutral, but a sparkle of hope was hidden deep within his eyes.

Yoda's lead lowered and his ears drooped. Obi-Wan looked away briefly, unsure of what to say. When he turned back, the boy had a stricken expression. "They are all… dead?" he whispered.

"I am sorry. Only you two survived."

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Kiva felt the cool floor pressing on her back. Even though her eyes were closed, dizziness overtook her as she was lifted into a pair of strong arms. She struggled, trying to escape. Brief memories of Anakin flashed through her mind. "Do not worry, little one. You are safe now."

She grunted.

"Merely a youngling, she is. See such things, they should not have had to. Come. Waiting for us, the senator is."

Kiva relaxed at the sound of Master Yoda's voice. As her carrier started walking, though, she began to feel sick to her stomach. She gripped her carrier's arm and buried her head in the shoulder she was cradled against.

"She's gone pale, Master Obi-Wan. I do not believe she feels too well."

A hand gently touched Kiva's forehead. She could feel the Force calm her stomach and an odd ache that was beginning to settle in her bones.

"Sleep, youngling. You will need to save your strength for later."