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  THE VISION FELT almost real to Myria. But how could it be? She thought. She had never seen that man in her life, and she wasn't on a battlefield, she was safe in her home. And who was Cal? The name was unfamiliar to her. Visions were common for Myria as a young girl, but they had gone away as she got older. Why now were they returning? What did it all mean?

She rose from her bed, holding her head as she walked onto her balcony. It was all too much — the voices, the visions, the death. Myria stared out at the wilds of Kashyyyk, her heart sinking. She knew she had a life before her new one on the jungle planet, but no matter how hard she tried, it would never come back to her.

She assumed that the visions were of that life and if she was right, she didn't mind that she left it all behind. The air was colder than usual. A chill run up Myria's body as the chilled wind blew past her. She shivered, hugging her torso tightly. Just as she was about to turn around and head back inside, a voice called out to her. It was her mother's.

Myria looked around the ground below for any sight of her, but she was nowhere to be seen. The voice called again — it sounded close yet far at the same time. As her eyes frantically searched the trees, Myria caught sight of billowing smog in the distance. The distressed voice of her mother grew stronger the longer she watched the blackness.

The call for help was too strong, Myria had to go. She ran back to the living room, searching for her blaster. "Where is it!" She groaned, flipping over couch cushions, pushing and pulling furniture until she found it under her mother's chair. She sighed, gripping tightly. It was set to stun. Good, Myria thought, no need to kill anyone else. As Myria ran from her home and towards the smog, her only thought was of her mother, the sound of her voice, how terrified she was. They had to have been ambushed by the Empire, there was no other explanation. She couldn't feel her legs, she just kept running — she kept running until she reached what she could only describe as a blood bath. "No," Myria gasped.

She leapt into action, taking down Stormtrooper after Stormtrooper. Walkers toward over her left and right, but she didn't care, all she cared about was making sure her mother was safe. Myria listened for the sound of Wookiees, but it was almost impossible for her to focus with all the noise. Her head was pounding, everything seemed to get louder, drowning out the Wookiees' whereabouts.

"Look out!" That voice. Clear as day. The world came back into view and Myria had not time to act as a Stormtrooper came bounding for her, but then like magic, was flung like a piece of trash into the lake. Myria's eyes snapped up and there he was — the boy from her vision. "We have to get somewhere safe, come on!"

He motioned for Myria to follow him, and for some unknown reason, she did. Myria told herself it was stupid, to go find her mother, but she trusted him, against her better judgement. They ran into the forest, dodging low-hanging tree branches, jumping over roots, until the sound of blaster fire was like a distant memory. Myria felt her legs give out. She sat ruffly on the dirt, huffing. Her lungs and legs were on fire. She could feel the eyes of the red-head on her, but she ignored him. "Thanks," She finally said after collecting her breath. "I lost focus, didn't even see the bucket-head coming."

When he didn't answer, Myria looked up at him. His eyes were wide, nearly bulging out of his skull. His face was pale like he had seen a ghost — a ghost from his past. Myria raised a brow at him and tilted her head. "H-How," He managed to choke out. "I thought that dream was some kind of cruel joke, but here you are!" His voice raised with his excitement. Myria stared at him quizzically. "I thought you were dead, Myria."

Myria froze. The stranger knew her name. "Do I know you?" She did, sort of. The vision that he was in came to mind — Cal was his name. "I think I would remember a face like yours. There aren't many humans on Kashyyyk," His relieved smiled dropped and was replaced with an overwhelming amount of concern. Myria felt herself becoming increasingly uncomfortable as he continued to stare at her. "Would you stop looking at me like that? It's creepy."

She could tell he tried to stop, but the concerned look did not go away. "Is this a joke? Did you hit you're head? It's Cal, Myria. Your friend." He crouched down to her level, blue eyes piercing her soul.

Myria shook her head. "No. I have no friend named Cal. I think you have me confused with someone else, buddy," She stood shakily, brushing the dirt from her pants. Cal rose as well, now getting a proper look at the girl he had thought he lost in the purge. She looked different, obviously, but not because of her age. No, how she carried herself, how she dressed — the lack of a lightsaber. It was all different. "I told you to stop looking at me like that." Her voice snapped Cal out of his thoughts.

"Sorry," Cal huffed. "This is all very strange," He took a moment to himself, trying to gather his thoughts. Myria watched him curiously. If he knew who she was, that would mean she knew him before her memory loss. Whether that was a good or bad thing, she didn't know. "What were you doing standing in the middle of a battlefield?"

"Like I said," Myria sighed. "I just lost focus. I was trying to find my mother but all the noise was too hard to push away."

Cal paused. "Your mother?"

"Not biological," Myria corrected. "She adopted me when a showed up on Kashyyyk. I was thirteen and had no memory of any life prior."

Cal's heart dropped. He sighed as he came toa realization. "You have amnesia, don't you?" Myria nodded. "And that's why you don't remember me." His head lowered, feeling defeated. Myria watched him sadly. She wished she could console him somehow, make the situation better, but judging by his reaction, she would only make things worse.

"Were we close?" She asked hesitantly. The thought of learning about her past made her sick to her stomach. Cal looked up, shocked at the question.

He nodded slowly. "Some would've said too close," His voice held so much sadness, it made Myria's heart ache for him. "We grew up together as younglings."

"Younglings? As in the Jedi?" Something seemed to click within Myria. Her strange powers, her visions, all of it made sense. "I was a Jedi?"

"Not technically," Cal spoke carefully, seeing the girls' demeanour change at the revelation. "You were a padawan, training under a master to become a Jedi," Myria sat on a rock, holding her forehead as her body began to shake. "Do you know what happened to the Jedi?" She nodded and Cal sighed. He watched her shake, remembering how if she ever panicked like this as a child, he would just have to let her calm down herself. "Why don't I take you back to my ship. There's someone that might be able to help you."

"Help?" Myria's voice cracked as she raised her head to look at him. "Help for what?"

Cal squatted down to her eye level and frowned. "To help you regain your memory? I'm sure she'd be willing to help."

A sudden burst of anger flared in Myria. Cal stumbled back, feeling it shoot through the Force. "What makes you think I want my memories back? Every night in my sleep all I see are fragments of death and war. My life before seemed like hell and do not what that back," Her voice grew louder with every word and every step she took closer to him, Cal would take one backwards. "What I need is to find my mother. She called for me, she's in trouble."

"She called through the Force," Cal clarified. He watched as Myria's shoulders rose and fell with every shallow breath. He sighed, shaking his head. "I can help you find her, but I need a favour in return."

"What?" Myria spat, glaring.

Cal stepped closer to her. "I need you to consider regaining your memory, but I'm on a search for Chief Tarfful and I don't know the terrain very well. Will you accompany me?"

Myria watched him, considering her options. "I can't promise I'll consider the memory thing, but I will help you. Tarfful will know where they took my mother," Cal's face lit up. "But! I have one condition."

"Anything," Cal said. He was ecstatic at the fact she even agreed.

"I get to bring my friends."

  "This is insane, Ria," Sage huffed as she tightened the straps of her backpack. She and Varian walked on either side of Myria as they headed for the rebel docking bay. "He said he knew you? Like before Kashyyyk?" Myria nodded, silent.

"I guess we got some competition, Sage," Varian laughed. He had this bounce in his step that was irritating to Myria. "We'll show him we're better friends."

Myria sighed. "Of course you are, Var," She shook her head. "I don't know him like I know the two of you. You seem to forget I have amnesia." The conversation didn't get to continue as Cal came into view.

"You must be Sage and Varian," He shook both of their hands. "Thank you to agreeing to this." He smiled.

"Wow," Varian whispered to Myria. "This guy's a catch."

It took everything in Myria not to laugh. She elbowed him in the side to keep him quiet. "Did you bring it?" Cal addressed Myria. He was referring to what she was told was a lightsaber. A sword made of energy and light, the one she saw in her vision.

Myria nodded, searching her pockets until she found it. "I forgot I had this," She explained as she handed it to Cal. "When I first got here I refused to let it go. It was the one thing I had with me that was an attachment of my former life."

She watched as Cal examined it carefully. He sighed. "I remember when you made it," The memory brought a smile to his face. "You took two months until Master Kenobi told you to stop. You only listened to your master," Myria didn't know what to feel. He spoke of her with such fondness, a fondness she couldn't return. "If I remember correctly, the blade was-" From the hilt of the saber shot a green blade. Myria jumped back into the arms of Varian. "Green." Cal finished with a smile.

"What is that?" Sage asked curiously.

"A lightsaber," Cal answered. "The weapon of a Jedi. It can cut through almost anything."

"Almost?" Varian was now curious. "What can't it cut?"

"You don't happen to have any beskar on you?" Cal chuckled. Varian shook his head. Sliding smoothly back into the hilt, the blade was gone. Cal turned to Myria. "Cere wants to see you before we go. Do you two mind waiting here?" He asked Sage and Varian. They both shook their heads. "Then let's not waste time," He motioned for Myria to follow him. Nervously, she did so. "She's just in the Mantis. This way."

AUTHORS NOTE
my babies have met <3