Chapter One: Coruscant Arrival

Three years and nine months later…

She was small. She was stubborn. She was determined. She was smart.

And she was lost.

Jane Mago clutched her two prized possessions—a yellow blanket she had had since she was a baby and a piece of paper her mommy had given to her right before she died—closer to her as she looked around the planet-wide city. It was so busy, so active, so…. loud. Her big hazel eyes tried to take in everything, but it was impossible.

Any normal three-year-old girl would have been scared and broke down crying on the spot. But Jane wasn't normal.

She was going to find the Jedi Temple, if it was the last thing she did.

And if might possibly will be, Jane thought as she walked past some rather suspicious looking characters. Her lip curled in disgust as she stepped over the leg of a passed-out being, snoring in the alley near a tavern.

No one cast Jane a second glance. To them, she was just another street rat, an orphan living hidden in the shadows.

Little did they know just how gifted she was.

Jane finally stopped to rest and scowled as she looked up to see yet more and more layers of the world of Coruscant. She frowned; she was going to have to ask for directions.

Jane hated to ask for help, especially from those who treated her like a child. Part of the problem, Jane realized, was that she didn't feel like she was three years old. She felt much older, much wiser, thanks to the knowledge that her mother had given her.

Jane sighed, but relented and asked for directions from a middle-aged woman out doing her weekly shopping.

"But where is your mommy, child?" The kindly woman asked, concerned and looked around for a woman with similar features as the little girl in front of her.

"My Mommy is dead," Jane said softly. "But my godfather lives at the Temple. I'm going to live with him and complete my training to become a Jedi Knight."

"Oh, you poor dear," The woman cooed, looking at Jane with pity. "Sweetheart, I would love to give you directions, but I won't sleep well tonight unless I take you to the Temple myself."

Jane considered the older woman's request for a moment before nodding and the pair set out. Within minutes, they had arrived at the Temple. The woman followed Jane up to the doorway to make sure she was admitted.

Jane tossed her long braid over her shoulder and proudly marched up to the security droids guarding the Temple.

"Excuse me," She said in her best adult voice. "Can you please direct me to where the Jedi Council meet?"

"Name?" The droid demanded.

"Jane Marie Mago," The three-year-old responded proudly.

"Business with the Grand Jedi?"

"My godfather is a Jedi. He needs to complete my training."

"Nonsense. You are a youngling. You have no Padawan braid. Your training cannot have begun."

"The Corellians start young," Jane explained with a shrug. "Please, will you let me enter? I want the Jedi to test me and let me train here, like they let my mother."

Jane could have sworn the droid tried to blink.

"Your surname is Mago?" The droid asked.

"Yes."

"Is your mother Jocelyn Mago?"

"Yes, she was."

The droid requested that Jane not move and paged the Council. Five minutes later, a tall Jedi with dark skin and eyes stepped outside.

"What is it?" He demanded impatiently.

"This girl claims to be Knight Mago's daughter." The droid said, indicating Jane. That was when the Jedi Master noticed her for the first time.

He knelt down in front of the small girl and studied her, both with his eyes and with the Force. His eyes widened.

"She does look like Jocelyn," He whispered to himself in… Disbelief? Awe? Jane couldn't tell. "What is your name, child?"

"Jane," The girl responded, her one hand wringing her blanket, the other clutching the paper to her chest.

"What are you searching for at the Temple, Jane?"

"My godfather, Master Jedi. He is to finish the training my mother started. She died before she could complete my training."

"And who is your godfather?"

Jane never forgot the look of surprise on the Jedi's face as she told him the name of the man her mother had left full custody of on her deathbed.

"Qui-Gon Jinn."