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A/N Thanks to all those who reviewed. I'm sorry for hanging it over your head (I think that's what someone said), but I got a reallylousy response to the first chapter. Again, sorry for that. Here's the next chapter.

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"Parry and lunge and parry and block!" Anakin instructed. The last word was a yell as his lightsaber nearly cut through Karys's shoulder, an occurrence which was only prevented by Anakin deactivating it just in time.

"Sorry… Master…" Karys gasped. They had been working non-stop all morning on lightsaber techniques and she was very tired. Her Master noticed her exhaustion.

"C'mon. That's enough for one day. Go and get changed and meet me in the Hall of a Thousand Fountains," Karys nodded as he left. Then she staggered over to the changing rooms. She had been Anakin's Padawan for almost a month now, and had quickly learnt how demanding he was when it came to lightsaber skills. Especially when compared to his attitude on other things, which was pretty relaxed. He really wasn't like most Jedi masters.

Made him even better, then.

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Karys's eyes blinked open. It was an annoying thing that had happened to her every night since that horrible day when she was five. The nightmares had stopped, with the aid of her masters, but this additional repercussion of those fateful events had never left her. Every night, around midnight, she'd wake up. The only thing to do when it happened was to lie there and wait for sleep to return. Sometimes it did, sometimes it didn't.

An odd sound came to her ears. She strained her ears, listening. "No! Padme! NO!" She sat up. Sliding out of bed, she walked over to her door and into the hallway outside. The yells were coming from her Master's room. Curious, and a little apprehensive, she softly opened the door.

Anakin was thrashing about on the bed. Suddenly he sat bolt upright, breathing hard. He looked round and his eyes fell on Karys, who was still standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded. He looked angry, and a little surprised. Well, that was to be expected. Anyone would have those emotions if they wake to find someone watching them, especially if they've only known that someone for a month.

"I couldn't sleep, Master. I heard you yelling, so I came to see what the problem was."

"It's nothing."

"Nothing doesn't get the Chosen One yelling blue murder in the middle of the night."

"It's NOTHING!" Anakin shouted. Karys jumped back a little, startled by this new side of her Master. He'd been a bit shifty around her sometimes, but he'd never raised his voice at her unless she, with her typical clumsiness, nearly got impaled during lightsaber practice and the angry outburst she had just recieved scared her.

"S-sorry." she whispered, backing away. When she was out of the room, she closed the door and slowly headed back to bed. Despite her Master's outburst, she was pretty sure it wasn't just nothing. As she slipped under the covers, she made a mental note to find out who Padme was.

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By the time Karys woke up, Anakin had gone. It didn't make much difference to her- in fact, it helped. She'd been racking her brains for an excuse to visit Anakin's old Master, in the hope that he'd be able to help her understand some of what had happened the previous night. She didn't really know the way, but someone had to. She just needed to ask. She pulled on her cloak and boots and quickly went outside.

After a bit of asking around she had managed to find out where Kenobi's quarters were. The Council, as far as she knew, wasn't in session today, so he should be free. She walked up to his door and knocked. After a while, Kenobi answered.

"Why, hello Karys. How is Anakin?"

"Well, Anakin's kinda the one I'm here to talk about." Kenobi nodded.

"Come on in." he said, leading the way into a set of rooms that were sparsly furnished. Although there were a couple of ornaments dotted around, Karys definitely preferred Anakin's rooms to the general blandness of this area. Obi-Wan motioned for her to sit down.

"Now, what's the matter?" he asked, getting straight to the point.

"Well, I was just wondering. Did Anakin ever have any nightmares while he was your Padawan?"

"Yes. They were about his mother- in pain and dying. Eventually, Anakin went to find her, but he was too late. But since then, he's been pretty peaceful in his sleep, as far as I know. Why do you ask?"

"Well, last night I couldn't sleep. I heard him yelling and when I went to his room, he was tossing and turning. He was saying something about Padme. D'you know who he's talking about, 'cos it's not a name I'm familiar with." Obi-Wan frowned.

"Are you sure it was Padme?"

"Yes." Obi-Wan furrowed his brow in thought. Karys sat in silence, she'd seen plenty of adults do this and had quickly learnt not to say anything when it happened.

"Karys, let me tell you about some events that happened a few years ago..."

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A/N The conversation was a bit weird. I wasn't planning for this chapter to happen like that, but it did. Please review and I won't hang it over your heads this time!