It was grey again. Athena was getting sick of this color. This feeling.

Yeah, grey was soothing and comforting - but it got boring. It was numbing. It wasn't like the cold-numbness you'd get from the dark nor the warming-numbness you'd get from light.

It was groggy. It was static. It was unmoving.

Everything was engulfed in it. Head to toe, she was insensate. Nothing to touch, nothing to hear, nothing to see, and nothing to feel.

Is this death? she wondered.

"Wake, child. It's time to begin."

"Shut up…" Athena groggily mumbled, barely able to muster the words out of her mouth. It was like she had no body. No flesh nor bone. Just...her.

She was so tired. She just wanted to sink into something soft. She wanted to rest.

"Get up!" a harsher voice snapped. This was not the same voice as before. This voice was meaner. More sinister.

"Rise," a soft female voice soothed. "It is time."

"Time for what?" Athena groaned.

She had eyelids. She could feel the weight of them. The aching feeling of them wanting to stay shut. With an internal sigh, she listened to the three voices and pried them open.

Above her were three massive semi-humanoid figures. To her right was a woman with a massive amount of pastel green hair and skin that was a soft white - her skin glowed a light gold and white she was so pale. To her left was what looked to be a nightmare of a man - white skin with blood-red markings across his face and glowing red eyes. Standing just beyond the top of her head was an old man, his beard long and his skin grey - his eyes were black with bright blue circles inside.

"Am I dead?" she sighed, looking up at the strange people.

"No," the grey man answered. "But you will be if you do not rise here soon."

"Kill me, man. Like I care," the girl groaned. This had to be another dream. It had to be. She was on Earth…

"Get up, now!" the man with red eyes snapped.

Athena was startled. She blinked a couple of times and sat up, looking around to see herself sitting in the middle of what seemed to be a grey stone arena.

"She is a child, brother. No need to be so harsh," the woman with green hair and eyes warned the man who had just yelled.

"Who are you people?" Athena eyed the strange group, sitting on the ground still. It was neither cold nor warm. The "sun" above them was sorta bright, but not to the point to where it felt real. It was hazy.

The man behind her with grey skin and a long beard cleared his throat before he began. "Let me properly introduce myself. I am Father, these are my children. Daughter and Son."

"What am I here for?" Athena questioned turning to the grey man. She now saw that he wore long, grey robes with a tall, pointed hat. His wrinkles made him look ancient. Though Athena couldn't understand it yet, she could feel an immense amount of power from them all.

"For training," the 'Father' said. "You are the Earthling, correct? Syla Dume? The one who calls herself Athena Jarrus?"

"I...who exactly are you guys?" she was getting creeped out. This wasn't sitting right with her.

"We are the Ones, also known as the Gods of Mortis to many," the grey man said.

It suddenly came crashing down for Athena. She remembered the quick Jedi lesson Kanan had taught her while being kidnapped by Jalo:

"I haven't heard of them in a long time. The One's, also known as the Gods of Mortis, were basically deities that represented the Living Force. The Son was the embodiment of the dark side, the Daughter as the light, and the Father as the middle."

"The Gods of Mortis…" Athena mumbled, looking at the three with wide-eyes. "You guys are gods?"

"In a sense."

It took her a moment to gather her thoughts, so many were racing around in her head. One thought came to her mind the most.

"Then you know of Abeloth."

The man with red eyes seemed amused. "Huh, I guess this human isn't as pathetic as I thought she was."

"She was chosen by Father for a reason, brother," the woman spoke before looking at the girl. "She is our only hope."

"For what?" she was confused.

"For Abeloth, you insolent human!" the Son snapped.

"Okay, damn. Sorry," Athena threw her hands up.

"She is less powerful than I had hoped she'd be by now," Father sighed, looking down at the girl. "Then again, she is still young for a human."

"We have no time left, Father. Abeloth's prison is wearing away as we speak," Daughter said. "She is the only one left on the Living plane who has a chance of keeping Her at bay."

"I still don't understand how we could possibly have faith within a human child to do such a task," the Son scoffed.

"We have no other choice," Father stated. "She will need to commence training immediately."

"Ayo, what's going on?" the girl questioned, still sitting on the ground - too scared to stand up. "What am I doing?"

"She has the blood of Jedi Knight Dume flowing through her veins," Daughter spoke. "She has much potential."

"Along with her altered midichlorians allowing her to manipulate a much larger amount of her surroundings, she is the best possible candidate," Father said.

"She can barely handle the meager training of the misfit Jedi!" Son argued. "She would be demolished by Abeloth in seconds!"

"I have no idea what's going on," Athena said, but no one listened.

"Enough of this bickering, Son!" Father warned. "May I remind you that you are the reason we are no longer within reach of the Living plane? If not for your insolence, we would have no need to send this child to defeat Abeloth!"

The man with white skin and red markings crossed his arms and glared at the old man with an amount of hatred Athena couldn't even begin to comprehend.

"It is decided. We will begin this child's training immediately," Father stated.

"What do you mean? I'm confused," Athena stated, looking up to the old man.

He met her eyes. "Beginning immediately after your next slumber, every time you close your eyes to sleep, we will bring your soul into this realm in order to train you. Without this training, Abeloth will escape and destroy the universe as you know it. This way you may learn these concepts in this realm and practice them in your own."

"Wait, so-"

It was grey again.

Athena let out a groan of misery as she opened her eyes again. She was laying on something slightly cushioned.

"Dammit…" she groaned, looking up to the flat grey tone above her head.

"Athena!"

It wasn't all grey.

Athena turned her head and saw Ahsoka and Kanan standing there, just beyond whatever she was laying on. She figured this was one of the crew's cabin.

Kanan knelt down next to her bunk and put a hand on her shoulder, a smile on his face. "You're okay."

"What...what happened?"

"You fell unconscious on Earth. We're with the fleet now," Ahsoka assured. "Everything okay?"

"I...I don't know," she admitted. "I don't feel well."

"Do you want us to get you anything?" Kanan asked.

"Mmm...uh-uh," she shook her head. "I...I just want to...I don't know."

Ahsoka could sense something wasn't right. The girl was very dazed. It was as if she had seen a ghost.

"The Gods of Mortis...they're real?" Athena looked to Kanan. "They exist?"

"What?" Kanan was baffled by that question.

"They...I saw them. They talked to me," Athena muttered.

"What did they say?" Ahsoka was all ears now. The Mortis Gods were killed years ago, yet this girl had created an eerily similar vibe.

She paused, disoriented by the whole thing. It was like her soul had been ripped out and thrown back in the wrong way. "They said I have to defeat Abeloth…"

"Jalo was right then…" Kanan had a small frown on his face. "I- I just don't get-"

"I think our mom was a Jedi," Athena spat out. "Daughter said I was related to 'Jedi Knight Dume'. Jalo is a Hikra. Mom's last name was Dume."

Ahsoka and Kanan froze for a moment. How could a Jedi Knight be their mother? Kanan was born years before the Clone Wars and Jedi were forbidden to ever have such a thing as a child.

"I think Jalo was telling us the truth all along," Athena sighed.

"Did the Gods of Mortis say anything about how you'd defeat Abeloth?" Ahsoka questioned. "She is as powerful as the Gods of Mortis and I've only seen one person come near their power…" she thought back to her time on Mortis, her Master, Anakin Skywalker, just barely able to dominate both the Son and Daughter.

Athena was a child. She wasn't nearly as powerful as Anakin. After all, he was a full-fledged Knight on top of being the Chosen One. Athena was just a kid.

"They're gonna train me at night in my dreams," Athena said, still laying on the bunk. "That's what they said, at least."

Kanan looked back to Ahsoka. Neither were really sure as to what to say for this situation. It was something they'd never dealt with.

"Do you want anything to drink? Maybe water?" Kanan offered. He knew they had little hope of grasping the full scale of this situation at the moment and Athena was in poor health. The best thing to do was to get her to rest properly.

She gave a weak nod.

This was something that she couldn't run away from.