I had been quite shocked to see Obi-Wan come to my rescue but there he was. He used a mind trick to get the man to let go of me and I quickly backed away from him and headed towards Obi. It was weird to see someone in flesh when I had only seen him in my mind for years. His auburn hair and blue-grey eyes were the exactly as I had pictured them but he was taller than I expected. He was in his traditional Jedi apparel except without the robe. He was quite tall and a little lanky but I could tell he was filling out.
His hand was hovering over the spot on his tool belt his lightsaber should have been and a stab of guilt hit me. Suddenly a blinding headache hit me and I fell to my knees as I saw what was about to unfold. I gasped in pain as I saw the three droids attacking Obi-Wan and him getting shot in my minds eye. I quickly threw aside the vision to see Obi-Wan smash a droid against the wall and the three men had run away. Obi-Wan was approaching the second droid and didn't see the third one sneaking up in the darkness. I quickly got up from my place on the ground and threw myself in-between the firing droid and Obi-Wan. My side burned as I pushed Obi-Wan's lightsaber into his hand. We crashed to the ground in a heap. I lay on the ground, unable to move, as I tried to catch my breath. I clutched at my burning side. Gentle hands were suddenly there turning me over and blue-grey eyes were borrowing into mine. I had never been shot before and the pain was unimaginable. I felt hot tears pouring out of the sides of my eyes. I become very scared right then that I wasn't going to make it.
"Obi-Wan, I didn't mean to take your saber. I was only wanting a cloak," I wanted him to know, didn't want him to think me a petty thief. He looked up from my wound to my face and a surprised expression on his face. He looked back at the wound and was folding the tunic back to see it better.
"What did you need the cloak for?" his voice was just as I had remembered it to be, soft and authoritative. It terrified me that I might never hear his voice again. I had finally found him and I wasn't about to lose him.
"I was cold," I said dimly. I was determined to live. I closed my eyes and started to put myself into a deep sleep, so I could concentrate on healing. Excellent healing abilities were a gift my species had. My mother was a Miraluka and my father a Firrerreo. I don't remember either of them but my master tells me about them from time to time. Both species were near-humans and I had inherited the best traits from both. I looked mostly human except for my slightly tinted skin, which was usually gold but turned silver when I was frightened or angry. I was adept at healing and the force was very strong in both species and strong in me. My canine teeth were slightly elongated but not nearly as long as pure Firrerreos. I could see in normal vision, ultraviolet and force sight. Sight was my gift, and not just physical. Ever since I was a little girl I could see visions of what was to come. This was apparently what prompted my parents to give me to a witch of Dathomir named Rell. Rell was also gifted with visions by the force. She was a part of the Singing Mountain Clan on the Planet of Dathomir and the clan had adopted me as one of their own. I had some of their traditional tattoos on my face and body. They were small, intricate and black. Rell had trained me in the ways of the Jedi and in the ways of the Witches. She had concentrated on teaching me how to control my visions. They were still rather unpredictable but I was getting better at getting through them with less pain. My visions weren't like most Jedi, they weren't shrouded and mystic, they were clear and bright. Sometimes I didn't know whether I was in reality or vision, the blinding pain in my head was usually the only difference. I was mostly unable to see my future but visions of Obi-Wan and several other Jedi were very common. Visions were tricky, they told you of what may be. Sometimes you can stop the vision and sometimes intervening will create the vision, so i always had to be careful. It was strange that even though I had never met Obi-Wan, I felt as if he were a dear friend.
Obi-Wan was trying to get me to wake up. I was too weak to tell him that this sleep was a good thing and shut my eyes as he was continuing to try to save my life.