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Chapter 2: The Beginning of a Broken Path

She paced nervously in front of him, her brown hair bobbing up and down. He stood his ground, not flinching or moving. This made her even more nervous. Sometimes she wished that he would show some anger. She had just told him that she is leaving to go on a dangerous mission...and he does nothing but stand there. The former exile couldn't take it anymore.

"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?" Amira asked, frustrated.

His eyes didn't follow her pacing, they merely looked straight ahead. A sign that he was deep in thought. "What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know...I just," she sighed angrily. "Do you have to be so damn reasonable? Aren't you a tiny bit upset?"

"Yes. I am displeased but..." He cleared his throat, "I don't understand why you're going. No one has asked this of you...certainly not I."

So he was upset! She knew Mical well enough now that she could tell when he was angry. Whenever he said the word 'displeased' that was the equivalent of extremely upset. He had said it a couple of times, but it was never directed at her. Now he was displeased with her. Suddenly, she felt a great sense of guilt. Why was she leaving him in the first place?

"Carth asked me," Mical opened his mouth to say something but she quickly cut him off, "Well, not exactly. But with his eyes."

"You're leaving based on what you read in his eyes?" Mical collapsed into a nearby seat. "I don't get it, Ami."

Mical's eyes were filled with concern. "You remember that conversation I had with him back on Telos? He talked about his relationship with Revan. The whole time his eyes were sad, dead. It was like he wasn't completely there. The only time he smiled was when he was telling me about the good things she had done. I knew Revan, Mical. Maybe I'm doing this for Carth, maybe for Revan...but I sure as hell have to do this for myself."

"I see. So you are willing to forsake all you have here because of your sense of loyalty to Revan?" Mical said solemnly.

"Revan saved my life numerous times during the war; I never once paid her back for those times. You owe her too, Mical. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here," She sat down beside him and curled up closer to him, "With you."

Mical shook his head. "I don't want you doing this, Ami. You leave and I don't know if I'll be able to protect you out there. If you get hurt out there..."

"I won't, I promise." Amira said strongly. Mical did not look convinced.

"You are a strong woman, but whatever Revan went out to fight was obviously a powerful and deadly force to be reckoned with." Mical grabbed her hands gently. She pulled them away and stood up defiantly.

"You think I can't handle myself? Is that it? Let me remind you that it was I who-" she began angrily.

"I am afraid of losing you, Amira." Mical said softly as he stood up and faced her. "I love you. I'm asking you this because I am afraid. I don't want you to go. Please...stay."

Amira was touched by his show of affection. She knew that he didn't want her leaving but she had to do this. There was no other way around it. "I can't."

Mical put his hands around hers. "I understand, I don't think that this is a wise choice, but it is your choice."

"You can't come with me." Mical's eyes once again were clouded with worry and concern.

"What?" Mical whispered.

Amira swallowed. "You can't come with me, Di. You just can't. It would put you at too much risk-"

"So let me get this straight: it is alright to put yourself in danger but it isn't alright for me to protect the woman I love? Is that it, Amira?" Mical said, his voice escalating in volume. She knew he wouldn't be happy with this decision, she didn't know how angry he would be.

"That isn't the case at all..." She mumbled. His words did make sense to her, though. What he had said was true. Dammit, he was too right for his own good.

"Than explain to me why I can't accompany you. Are you bringing anyone at all?" He questioned.

"No." Mical opened his mouth to protest but she put her finger on it. "I am going alone. I promise you that I'll be ok."

Mical shook his head again. "No, Amira, no! This is too dangerous. Please, don't do this."

"I'm sorry, Mical." He turned away. She could sense the conflicting emotions inside her husband. Not all of them were pleasant either. She placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Go." He simply said. She knew this was hard for him, so she quietly left, praying that he would forgive her for her rash actions.

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"Is something wrong? You seem troubled this morning." Visas' gentle voice broke her out of her thoughts. She looked at the miraluka respectfully.

"It's nothing."

"You are lying, Amira. What is wrong?"

Amira smiled, although her heart was still crying. "I had another dream."

"About Mical?" Visas asked although she already knew the answer. Amira nodded her head. "I know you are finding this a difficult time but you must let go of your grief and anger. Both are paths to the darkside, you know this."

"I know. I can't." She could see the condescending look that Visas was no doubt giving her. The miraluka was brave, intelligent, and wise but she knew nothing about love. Especially the love Mical and her had shared.

"I know you two were close, but he is in a better place now. He had accomplished what he had set out to do. He had helped rebuild the Order." Visas said, trying to comfort her companion.

"You are right. I just need...time." Her hand reached up and covered her mouth to silence a cry that would have escaped. Time wouldn't heal what has happened, time wouldn't soothe her throbbing wounds, and most importantly...time would not bring back Mical.

"Perhaps you should speak with another Jedi about your dreams. Perhaps they can explain to you what I cannot." Visas suggested.

They all think I'm overreacting. They don't know anything about me...they have no clue how in love we were. They don't know about the wedding, either. They know nothing. She thought bitterly to herself.

"I will see you later, and I will consider what you've said." Amira headed down the hallway towards the courtyard entrance. Near the entrance was the speeder garage. She carefully took the speeder to the courtyard and sped off into the distance.

Several minutes later she arrived at her destination, the grove's ancient ruins. Turning off the speeder, she got off and walked into the center of the broken ruins. She knelt down and took a couple of cleansing breaths. Closing her eyes, she began to meditate. This was the only place now that she could find a small amount of peace. The Force flowed strong here and she immersed herself in it, trying to drown her memories and pain.

"I see you have found my grove." An accented voice called out to her.

"Master Juhani, it is a pleasure seeing you again." Amira said cheerfully. If Amira had learned one thing from the Jedi, it was how to put up a false facade.

"As is seeing you again, Master Darrah. How are you doing this morning?" Juhani asked as she took a kneeling position adjacent to Amira.

Ironic, the one time I want to be alone and someone wants to bother me with trifle matters. "I am doing well. And you?"

"Same as always. I heard about-"

"Yes, I know. We all feel his loss and we will miss him." Amira said it the way she had when she practiced in front of the mirror.

"We are away from the Council's eyes. You can tell me how you really feel. I know that you are upset...I know not why you are more upset than the others. My theory is that you felt more for him than anyone knew." Amira opened her mouth to protest but simply shut it again. She was sick of lying to everyone. "I am right, there is no need to deny it nor confess it. We shall keep this conversation between us." Juhani rose and left.

Amira never understood that Cathar woman, but it would seem that she had underestimated her and her connection to the Force. She had read her like an open holonovel. But it was no matter, everyone would eventually find out. They always did. Her heart ached and she felt as if there was something that she could do to heal it...but she knew not what...

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