After the vision had disappeared I fell back to sleep, and in the morning I decided to move on.

A slight breeze whipped through the air as I continued to travel in the opposite direction, but this time I walked, still tired from my day of running.

For the first time I hoped Anakin wouldn't come to get me. Last time the son dragged us both to the dark side, by force, and it didn't end well for me. I can't remember anything from then, but judging by what happened to Anakin, it wasn't good. The next thing I'd known, was finding myself on the floor, with a throbbing headache, and Anakin kneeling beside me.

It was not an event I would like to repeat.

Thinking back to my vision, I still wonder what my future self was trying to tell me. Who sent her? The force? The son? Or something else entirely.

It was extremely confusing, and I'm starting to doubt everything. I'm even starting to doubt whether or not Barriss was guilty, which is saying something.

One of the things I hate most about this place is the silence. Mortis has a silence that gives constant uneasiness, and I can never relax. There are no animals anywhere, and I haven't even been able to hear running water or trees rustling.

Strange coincidence or not, I suddenly hear an ear splitting shriek above me and I look up to see the all too familiar form of the son as a flying beast. There are no trees to hide under, no caves to hide in. The landscape here is green, and very flat, and the nearest trees are a good mile away.

So I break into a run, wishing I had my lightsabers with me to defend myself. But I don't, and I will have to do without. At the same time, I know it's pointless, trying to outrun a great flying beast, but I hang on to a piece of hope, or maybe just desperation.

The Son closes in on me, circling lower and lower, as my panic rises. There is nothing I can do to save myself, and we both know it.

Then, before I can gather my thoughts, I'm suddenly flying through the air, vicious claws digging into my shoulders.