"She's over here!" Evander yelled across the snowy landscape to Flint and Alda. They were scattered around different points of the river looking for Jolie.

One by one, they dropped to their knees in the cold snow beside Jolie. She was clearly unconscious, laying perfectly idle beside the frozen river. Yet, oddly enough, she was dry.

"We need to get her back," Flint said, tapping her shoulder and getting no response.

Alda picked her up like she did back at the Temple and the three of them booked it back to the ship.

        What just happened?
What was all that?
Was it all fake?
Maybe that's why the figure has been saying the word "fake" over and over... But then why would this even be necessary? I need to wake up and make sense of this.

"Jolie?"

She woke up to see the three of them sitting in the small med bay. She was laying down on the cot, a machine monitoring her vitals.

"What happened?" She asked, sounding completely normal. As if she hadn't just magically washed up beside a frozen river.

They exchanged a worried look and Evander spoke first. "You jumped down a waterfall into frigid waters. Do you remember any of that?"

"Yeah. But how did I end up on land?" Jolie asked, sitting up.

"We don't know. Evander just found you laying there. Weird thing is, you were dry," Alda explained.

"I need to go to my room. We should probably start heading back to Corascaunt." Jolie took the monitors off her arm, stood, and rushed inside her room down the hall.

"Does she realize what just happened? She could have hypothermia!" Flint exclaimed, clearly shocked at her lackluster reaction.

Evander, at a loss for words, got up and headed for the cockpit. "I've had enough crazy for today."

Alda got up too and patted Flint's shoulder. "She seems medically fine to me. Someone should check on her later though."

Flint nodded in agreement stayed in the med bay for a while to think.

         Jolie's eyes closed and she held out the cubic object in front of her. She focused her mind in the inter workings of the crystalline relic. The knowledge and power it held. Hopefully it had answers too.

The holocron began to float and she opened it with ease, to her relief.

She opened her eyes and saw the individual, metallic pieces separating, floating in perfect harmony in front of her very eyes. She stared in awe at the object, having never seen one in person before.

Where are you Force tree?

She'd seen them hundreds of times at the Temple in the garden, but never thought to ask about them.

She remembered what it looked and felt like in her strange vision sequence. Her mind began to sift through the information being held in the device until an image appeared. A Force Tree, like the one she saw, revealed itself in shades of holographic blue. Then below it; everything she could ever need to know about one.

Force Trees are mystical trees made up of condensed energy from the Force. They are very rare and sacred.

The descriptions went on about healing properties, look, possible locations, etc. Then Jolie found what she came for.

These trees are also believed to indefinitely augment an individual's Force sensitivity if exposed to one for long periods of time.

She couldn't believe it. She wanted to find out that these trees meant nothing and only looked important, but if she was right, she'd been lied to her entire life. And it all traced back to a damned tree.

The Holocron closed and Jolie's spirit dropped. Her gut was telling her things she didn't want to believe. Things she was afraid to believe. She sat down on her bed and stared out the window. A mild headache gradually made its way to her, but she was used to it. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." I just want everyone to go away, she thought to herself. She'd never had doubts like these before.

As she expected, Flint carefully walked in, as if he'd step on a creaky floorboard and wake a child. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," she sighed and chuckled slightly,"Oh who am I kidding. I'm most definitely not."

He walked to the edge of her bed and sat down, one leg hanging off and the other tucked under it. "What happened?"

"You're not gonna believe me, and I don't even know if it actually happened, but it was like this sequence of visions." She went on to explain each scene in as much detail as she could remember. "It was like I was seeing my life from different perspectives. From when they brought me to the Temple to just a few days ago. It made everything make more sense, but all the more depressing," she looked down at her grey bed sheets,"Explains why I was isolated for so long as a kid."

"Maybe whatever you saw wasn't the truth," Flint said, hope in his spirit,"It could have just been some strange illusion." He paused and hesitated before reaching forward and taking her hand gently,"And if it was real and it changes everything for you drastically, we're here for you. Alda, Evander, me. All of us."

She looked up into his light green, kind eyes and smiled for a moment. "Thank you."

Everything will be fine, she kept telling herself. You'll be okay. And that was straight from her gut, which was never wrong.

Alda and Evander both looked at Flint expectantly when he entered the cockpit.

"So?" Evander asked impatiently.

Flint sighed a little and sat down. "I can tell she has a headache, first of all," a serious tone set in the cockpit,"Something unbelievable happened to her." Flint recalled what Jolie had told him in complete detail. The three of them were all fascinated. It seemed like a fairytale they were told as younglings.

"The Force at large definitely had a lot to do with this," Evander concluded.

"As soon as she hit the water that "darkness" that Yoda was telling her to investigate just vanished. We all stopped feeling it," Alda added.

"What I don't understand is what in the Galaxy a Force Tree has to do with this," Evander said.

Flint reached into his jacket and pulled out his Holocron. As if it was second nature, he opened it and pulled up the information about Force Trees in a matter is seconds.

"I believe a Force Tree has something to do with her power. I don't know why or how, but I really think that's part of it," Flint said.

The other two thought about it for a moment before wrapping their heads around it. "Maybe that's why she has those pains whenever she used the Force a lot," Alda suggested.

Evander modded and leaned forward in his chair, clearly excited to try and solve the puzzle. "Could The Force itself be angry that she's more powerful then she should be? Think about it, Yoda has never gotten pains like that and he's the Grand Master of The Order!"

"Could be for sure. Although, there's more personal levels to this that we can't begin to understand," Flint pointed out, now staring at the hyperspace lanes whiz past,"We'll probably know more in a day or two. After we get home."

        They had finally reached the Temple back on Corascaunt. Alda, Jolie, and Flint were eating a quick breakfast while Evander flew the ship, probably eating while he did so.

"Flint, you have the official reports ready?" Alda asked between bites of her toast.

Flint nodded,"They're completed and ready to go."

Next Alda looked over to Jolie. "Do you wanna come with us when we report to the Council? Yoda did specifically want you on the mission."

"Yeah, definitely," there was a stern, almost aggressive tone to her voice. "I just need to do a few things first."

Alda and Flint exchanged a worried look. "Okay, we can all report to them later then," Alda said.

"Alright gang, t-minus a few minutes before we hit the ground!" Evander called back from the cockpit.

"That's our cue," Alda said as she got up and put her dishes away. Jolie and Flint did the same, but Jolie went off to her room after. The others didn't.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" Alda quietly asked Flint.

"Why are you assuming I know?" Flint shot back defensively.

Alda put her hands in the air as if she was showing she had no guns in them,"Woah woah woah, calm down!" She laughed,"We've seen the way you look at her." She smirked and crossed her arms.

Flint's pale skin flushed a deep red and his eyes darted around the room, avoiding her stare. "Don't be ridiculous. That's crazy."

She patted his shoulder and went on her way to the ramp,"Spoken like a terrible liar."

Flint held back a tiny, humorous smile until she was out of sight. I should check on her though. She had that look in her eyes again, he thought to himself.

        As he began to knock on the door, Jolie swung it open.

"Oh, uh- sorry," Flint stammered awkwardly.

She chuckled,"Looking for me?"

He laughed nervously,"Uhh yeah, you just seem a little bit... I don't know- off? Are you gonna be alright today?" He looked behind her and noticed a packed bag next to her bed. "Why do you have a packed bag?"

She looked back at the bag and sighed. "I've been piecing together the weird vision sequence and I think something is up," she turned and walked back into her room. Flint followed and stood in front of her. "It's a long, complicated explanation, but my gut is telling me I can't trust the council anymore. Or the Jedi as a whole," she rubbed her arm and her gaze drifted to the floor. "I know it's crazy but-"

"It's not crazy. I'd trust your gut more then anything. You've never been wrong." Flint smiled as reassuringly as he could, despite his awkward disposition. "You don't need to go talk to them if you don't want to."

"No, I need to talk to them. But I need to talk to my Master first. I know I can trust him." Her voice was confident and sure.

He smiled. Hearing her sound so strong gave him a sense of hope. But still, he couldn't help but pray she'd stay. If something happens.

The ship shook for a minute as it left hyperspace and entered a system. "We must be here," Jolie remarked as she slipped past Flint and to the common area. Flint followed right behind.

"Alright guys, remember not to leave anything out. This whole situation is bigger than us," Alda reminded them as they walked down the ramp.

"Right," Evander said with a thumbs up. Flint nodded and Jolie was silent. The four of them then made their way down the ramp, their feet clanking against the metal until they reached the stone path to the Temple.

This is so strange, Jolie thought to herself. I was just here not too long ago. But it already feels foreign to me.

She walked through the regal halls and lush gardens of the Temple. Politely greeting the other Jedi walking by her. Being with the crew she felt like she wasn't dressed quite right, with her Jedi robes. But here, she knew she was dressed exactly right. Although, for the first time, something felt wrong.

She finally reached her room. 123: Palawan Quarters.

Taking a deep breath, she walked inside. After the vision sequence, the room seemed darker. More mysterious.

She swiped her hand over her old table, the walls, even looked outside the window at the bustling, yet somehow orderly streets of Corascaunt. Chuckling to herself she thought, I'll never understand how people can fly without crashing. 

After coming back to her senses a bit, she felt ready to see if what she saw was true. 

As if in a dramatic, slow motion movie, she walked to her bed. Heart pounding, her pulse raising, and a nervous sweat across her forehead.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breathe. As she knelt down beside the bed, she opened them. Tucking the sheets under her mattress, she pushed it out of the way. Before she opened her eyes, she relished one final moment of not knowing the truth. A moment filled with hope that things will be normal. That things always had been normal. But deep down, she knew that in some aspect, things never were.

Everything will be okay, she reminded herself. She looked to where the bed used to be and her eyes met a large trap door.

Her heart sunk.

A faint, blue glow seeped through the edges of the door as she pulled it open.

Leaning over the large gap in the wooden floor, she saw the tree was very small.

With tears budding in her eyes, she reached in and pulled out a spacious flower pot, taking the tree with it. It was only a few feet tall, but it's power was unimaginable.

As she closed her eyes and sat with the tree, accepting this reality she'd come to piece together, she sensed someone walk in behind her.

"Please let me explain, kiddo."

The regretful voice came from her Master.

Dan Rursi.