Leila began to grow nervous, the enemies that tried to hunt her would find her eventually. These people, these…Jedi as they called themselves promised her that she would learn great powers that she could use for knowledge and defense. Whatever those were, if she could use them to defend herself, she would learn them, and learn them quickly.

She didn't remember her parents, but she sure remembered her uncle, whom she'd been living with for as long as she could remember. Her hands were already callused from all the hard work that she had gone through in her short life living on the farm.

She was already skilled in fixing things, as soon as she knew how they were put together. She had done just that for the last 6 months of her life. Before "they" came.

They had come with their ships, flying over their homes, and with their blasters, raining a fire from the sky, burning the homes of everybody, including hers. The man that had saved her brought her here, with promises that she would be able to defend herself from the people that had destroyed her home. Despite that he'd saved her, she didn't trust him, and she didn't say a word to anybody for three days. Not until she met Live.

She couldn't explain it, but she actually trusted him. She didn't know why. He was only a little older than she was, but she just didn't trust people that were older than her. She supposed she was going to have to trust her master, however grudgingly. She didn't have to say anything to him. This master wouldn't get anything out of her. She wanted to say something, but couldn't think of anything. So she just grabbed Live's hand.

He jumped as she made contact, but she knew that he would grow comfortable enough eventually. She wasn't sure if there was anything left to do but wait.

They continued to wait, and Live became nervous. His hands were starting to shake a little bit. Leila never stopped scanning the room, looking for a possible attack. They could come from anywhere, the window, the closets or …

"The door," Live began, "is opening.

Leila looked over her shoulder, and she saw that he was right, the door was opening. Standing up as straight as she could, she faced a cloaked figure, with a face in shadows, shadowed against the bright opening in the side of the room. Leila made a motion to move the hair out of her face, and took a glance at the cloaked figures hand. When the hood lowered, Leila was unsurprised to see the dark curls flowing down to the shoulder, the entire cloak was removed to show clothing that revealed a much more feminine form. Her face was smooth, and young, she didn't look old enough to be a Jedi master. All the other Jedi masters Leila had seen until now were old men. How old was she? Leila was so transfixed in observing the woman that she was startled when she spoke.

"So you are Live and Leila? Younger than I was when I started, you are to be my first apprentices." She paused and smiled a kind soothing grace of a mother, "You are very young Leila. Four at most I believe?"

Leila said nothing, only nodded.

"I thought so. You are still afraid to talk? Under normal circumstances I'd let you go, and not be trained until you are ready, but you are to be started right away. You have too much power to waste any possible time you can be training, doing nothing." She walked closer to Live and her, and Leila ducked behind Live. "Please don't hide Leila, you'll only make things worse for yourself. Please talk to me."

Leila looked at her from over Live's protective shoulder, and simply stared, she just wasn't sure what to do. But the power… the power the woman offered Leila could be used to protect herself. She just needed this woman to teach her. Leila knew she had to speak to her master, Yalmara. But what to say? Could she really trust this woman? What if she was working for them? For the people that destroyed her home, and were now looking for her. Did she really have a choice in the matter? She could say nothing, and keep safe, or was it not really helping her at all?

"Leila," She said suddenly, "If you want to get help, you'll need to talk to me, and tell me how the force effects you, until I know by what you say that you've held the force properly, you cannot learn the force."

Leila felt the battle with herself. Her fears and doubts winning over her will to learn the force . Master Yalmara spoke yet again. This time, she got so close to Leila's face she could see individual eyelashes.

"You have more potential talent that any of the Jedi seen since the Clone Wars. You have much more ability born in you that half put together. You are the next Jedi, destined to bring universal peace, as the prophecy foretold. The galaxy will see peace again. You are the key, and you wont be able to hide it any more. I. Will. Teach. You. And. You. Will. Bring. Back. Peace. Just. Speak. To. Me. Please." Leila could feel the warmth radiating off the woman's body. The black curls circled her eyes, and Leila looked at her eyes, the deep watery blue, like Live's. She realized that she could trust the woman. "Please." She pleaded.

"I'm Leila Farnum. I'm four years old, and I live in the Kessarian System, on the 5th moon of Gallia. I was a moisture farmer, I helped my uncle fix things." She said softly.

Master Yalmara smiled, her lips curving just so little. There was warmth there, the smile shone in her eyes. "There you go Leila, it's not that hard to speak now is it?" She laughed softly at nothing "You may release Live he is becoming quite uneasy." Leila looked at him, and realized that she was right. She released. "Very good, now… I think it's best that we get started on the right foot now, and get some work done. The first thing I want you to know is my name. Do you know my name?"

"You are Master Yalmara?" Live quickly put in.

"No. That is what you'll call me in a formal situation. Meaning only in front of the Jedi Counsel. Any other time, just call me Sara. The name is easier to remember, and to pronounce. Is that clear?" Even though the tone was that of an order, she gave them both a sincere smile. "I just want you to talk to me today, and we can get to know each other a little better. After I get to know you a little more, we'll see if we can touch the force today, I want to get started as soon as possible. Let's have a seat here on the floor, and we can talk."

It was there, sitting on the floor of the Jedi's chambers talking to this woman, Sara; that she realized that she had for the first time in her life, a mother, and sitting right next to her was her brother.