A/N: So sorry about my no update problem but I am going in the woods in a few days and I won't have any updates on my stories for a bit but her is chappie four!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. Only Keeshma is mine.

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Keeshma POV

I was running through the colorful forest of Felucia. My lightsabers were ignited. I tripped and fell, getting my knee scraped. I got up. Blood was pouring down my leg as I started to trip on a plant again.

I heard a female voice behind me. "You thought you could run." The woman whispered, a chill went down my spine. "But don't worry. You will see your master again, when you both are dead." She placed a foot on my back and took off one of her lightsabers from her belt. She ignited it and stabbed me. I screamed as my life faded away...

I woke up and looked around. That never happened before. I thought. What was that? A dream perhaps? I looked around the room. I saw my master, sleeping peacefully in her bed. I took off the blanket that covered me. I put on my robe and quietly went out the door. I went to the meditation chamber, only to be greeted by a voice.

"Padawan Walla." The voice said.

I turned to see Master Kenobi inthe doorway. "Master Kenobi." I greeted.

He walked towards me. "If I may, why are you up this late?"

I bit my lip. "Well, I am in the meditation chamber, what else would I have done?" I hesitated.

"Something tells me you're not telling the whole truth. Something called the 'Force'." The man smiled.

"Okay. I had a dream." I started. "It was frightening, full of darkness, hate, anger. I was on my mission, and I assume a Sith started speaking to me and then, they... it... I died." I closed my eyes.

Master Kenobi sighed. "Keeshma, Anakin, he has dreams like those. I try helping him, but he refuses the help I give."

I looked up at him. "Do you know anybody who would help?"

"Master Yoda. You can also talk to Anakin about the dream."

I smiled. "Thank you Master Kenobi. May the Force be with you."

"May the Force be with you too, young padawan." He replied.

Anakin POV

I woke up, hearing a knock at the door. I groaned, pulling the covers over my head. Another knock.

"Anakin, its Keeshma. Open up." Said a Twi'lek from down the hall.

I groaned. "Go away!" I screamed.

She gave an exasperated sigh. "Come on. You know what, the doors slide open."

"There's a passcode." I reminded.

I heard Obi-Wan's voice from his bed. "Anakin, stop being a jerk." He put his datapad down and walked to the door, which slid open. "I am going to leave you both alone and eat some yummy temple food."

Keeshma walked in. "Get up Anakin. It is 0700 hours and I need to talk."

"Talk to yourself." I muttered.

She rolled her eyes. "To you."

"About what?"

"I had a dream. Or a vision even." She muttered.

I poked my head out of the covers. I eyed her. She had dark bags under her eyes which were bloodshot. "It must've been horrible."

She squinted at me. "It was full of the dark side." She icily whispered.

"What happened?"

"I was running through the forest of Felucia on my mission. I kept tripping, I was getting injured worse and worse whenever I tripped. A woman, probably a Sith, started saying that she killed Aayla and she was going to kill me next. Finally, I tripped again, she kept me down and stabbed me." She put her head in her hands.

"Do you have any idea who that was?"

She hesitated. "Ventress, probably." She looked at me. "What should I do?"

"Yoda would be the best choice, most likely."

"What would you do?" Keeshma asked.

"I would go to Yoda." I suggested.

She smiled. "Thanks Anakin." She said. "May the Force be with you."

"May the Force be with you too."

Aayla POV

I was eating really gross Temple soup, talking to Kit Fisto.

"Who do you think was a better Holonet reporter, Calenoshire Fryzonsky or Anwayette Shara?" (A/N: My OC's. Also, this is improv.) Kit asked.

"Anwayette Shara. She had a good personality while Calenoshire Frhzonsky was a prick." I informed.

"That is so rude Aayla! Even if it is true!" She exclaimed.

Obi-Wan Kenobi turned to us. "What's so rude?"

Kit spoke first. "Aayla called the new reporter a prick."

Obi-Wan threw his hand over his mouth. Narrowing his eyes, he said, "why?"

"He is always like,'that was so depressing, but you should be glad to get out alive.' Or,'I think they tried killing you because that outfit is horrible!'" I quoted.

"He's an optimist who is giving out fashion advice while making a joke." Obi-Wan defended. I looked at him. "I was making a joke."

"Then why was it taken so seriously?" Shaak asked.

"Nevermind. Aayla, has Keeshma spoken to you yet?"

"What?"

"She spoke to Anakin and I. She may be going to Yoda." He said.

"She never said anything about it to me? I don't even know what she said!" I said, my voice high.

He frowned. "Are you sure?"

"I'm damn sure she didn't! What was it about?"

"She said things about her death, there was the dark side all around the dream and that was all."

I got up. "I'm going to go see her." Keeshma. I called through the Force. I need to talk to you.

A/N: Ooh. Aayla is mad? Should she be mad?

Choose:

A. Should Aayla get mad?

B. Should she not?

I will update when that ^^ is answered.

For now; read and review, you know what to do. Constructive critisism is okay but flames are NOT. Bye.