Anakin stepped into the main corridor of the Temple, amazed at the quiet bustle of energy the building seemed to contain. He looked around, his feelings an odd contrast between happiness and melancholy. Worry warred with joy over Sannah - joy that he was able to find her the previous evening and worry over the demons that drove her to throw Ikrit from the bridge in the first place.
He took a few more steps into the room and then saw Tenel Ka as she drifted past him, dressed in the customary robes of the Jedi trainees, heading down one of the side corridors.
"Tenel Ka!" He called out, rushing after her.
She stopped and turned to look at him, her face as emotionless as ever.
"Yes?" She inquired.
"I just wanted to thank you. Sannah, the girl I came to talk to you about last night, was up at the Temple of the Blueleaf Cluster, just like you said."
She nodded her head once, and then turned back around, starting to walk down the hallway again.
Anakin fell into step beside her. "Do you know anything about her?"
Tenel Ka shook her head. "No."
"How did you know where she would be?"
Tenel Ka sighed. "Like I said, it was just a feeling."
He frowned, and looked hard at her. "She can't remember anything you know. So if you know something about her, then you should tell me."
"I do not," she replied, a firmness entering her voice.
"But you knew where she would be."
Tenel Ka shook her head. "It was just a feeling. We are Jedi, we are supposed to trust them, remember?"
Anakin growled slightly, frustrated with how the conversation was going. Then one of the older students stepped out of a classroom. Anakin identified him as Ganner Rhysode, one of Jaina's teammates. Ganner walked past them, ignoring them, with a dark expression covering his face. After he passed, Tenel Ka stopped.
She lowered her head slightly. "I do not know anything. But if it was him..."
Her voice trailed off as Anakin turned and watched Ganner disappear down a hallway.
"But... what does that mean?" Anakin asked as he turned back around to Tenel Ka. He frowned as he noticed that she was gone as well. Sighing, Anakin went to his class.
The rest of Anakin's day was a blur. He sat through lessons without truly paying attention. He had lunch with Tenel Ka and Eyrl without really tasting the food. Everything seemed dull and lackluster due to his confusion and concern over Sannah.
Before long, the musical tone which signaled the end of the day sounded out, echoing through the halls of the Temple.
Anakin stood and gathered his things, not really paying attention as Jaina, Kiori and Raynar tried to get his attention.
He left the room, his focus somewhere near his feet, allowing his Jedi senses to guide him through the halls.
He reached the set of stairs that would take him to the main entrance and began walking down them. The steady clomp of his boots, an oddly unsettling noise amidst the bustle of the other trainees as they rushed about to either extracurricular activities or to their homes. He arrived at the landing halfway between floors, and glanced out the window for a moment as he turned to continue to the ground floor. Though his gaze flickered out across the landscape that the window displayed, something out there, near the main gate of the Temple, caught his eye. He stopped and turned back to the window, looking out it. Trying to find what his subconscious had noticed.
Then he figured out what it was. Sannah. She stood by the gate, watching the Jedi trainees as they left the grounds.
"What's she doing?" He wondered aloud.
From behind him, he heard a deep, masculine voice. "She's waiting for you."
Anakin glanced over his shoulder and saw Ganner standing there; his face a mask of calm. He stepped up beside Anakin, looking out the window as well. "She knows you, doesn't she?"
He nodded his head in reply.
"She looks like a good kid," Ganner continued.
"Well," Anakin started. "She can be clumsy and she's not that great with people."
Ganner then asked, "What's her name?"
"Sannah. She's a Melodie," he replied without really thinking about it.
Then he realized what he had done. He had thought of something about Sannah's past without realizing it. As he thought it over, a memory flashed through his mind. He stood in front of an adult: one wearing the flowing robes of a Jedi. The only feature of the Master he could remember though, were bright, shining, non-human eyes. A sharp, lancing pain ran down his arm, and he looked down to find a jagged scratch through the orange of his jumpsuit. He then looked over to his left, where Sannah stood beside him, nervously chewing on a knuckle. Anakin felt himself gesture towards her. "Master, this is Sannah, and she wants to come to Yavin IV for training!"
And just as quickly as the memory appeared it faded. Anakin took a step back; edging away from the window and blinking his eyes a couple times. He glanced around, looking for Ganner but he did not see him anywhere.
He considered the memory. I'm the one who brought her here, he thought to himself, as he watched her through the window. I'm the one who brought her here and then abandoned her. Left her alone on this world when I went back home all those years ago.
He watched her for a moment longer and then left the Temple. As he neared the gate, he saw Sannah again, as she stood near the entrance, watching everyone that walked out.
He called out her name, "Sannah."
She focused on him, the clouds lifting from her face, transforming it into something bright and happy. Then she rushed over to him.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Were you waiting for me?"
Her smile faltered. "Is that wrong?"
Anakin smirked. "You're really not honest, are you?"
He then looked at her, the memory he had of her slicing through his brain again. The fact that he was the one that abandoned her had become a claw that dug at his heart.
"What?" she asked the last traces of the smile gone, in its place a frown slowly formed.
He shook his head, shaking the memory away. "It's... it's nothing."
Sannah, glancing down at her feet, kicked at the dirt with the toe of her boot. "I... I had hoped that we could walk home together."
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Anakin and Sannah walked side-by-side through the shopping district. He kept glancing down at her, noticing the melancholy that painted her face. Her entire posture showed it, slightly hunched shoulders, downcast eyes. The smile she usually wore, oddly absent.
"What's wrong?" he asked, hoping for an answer. "You're not that happy today."
She sighed, her feet shuffling along. "They got mad at me for bringing Ikrit to the crèche."
"Of course," he replied.
"They told me that I couldn't bring him with me tomorrow."
Anakin looked around, hoping to find something that could cheer her up. Then he spied the vendor who sold meatrolls. He grinned, and looked down at Sannah. "I'll buy you some meatrolls, so cheer up!"
Sannah looked up at him, confusion painted on her face. Then she glanced to her right and saw the vendor. Her entire demeanor changed, her shoulders lifted, and her chin came up. She turned back to him, a smile on her face. "Really?"
Anakin smirked at her. "It's what you had planned, isn't it? Or else you wouldn't have waited for me."
Sannah giggled. "Yeah, that's it. Right Ikrit?"
Ikrit just made a snuffling noise, something almost like a sneeze, in reply.
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Anakin sat at his desk, working on an assignment for Master Durron. Suddenly, feet pounded down the hallway, and Sannah's voice called out. "Anakin! Anakin!"
The door to his room banged open and she rushed over to his desk.
"Anakin!"
He sighed and looked at her, as she stood next to him. "Don't come into my room without knocking."
Her eyebrows lifted, and she started chewing on her lower lip. "But you come into my room without knocking."
"I don't care," he replied, turning back to his assignment. "Besides, I'm fixing the homework that you cut up."
Her eyebrows came together in a scowl. "If you say that, then fine, I don't care either. And I was going to show you something nice."
Anakin looked at her from the corner of his eyes, trying his best to keep a grin from his face. "I already saw you naked."
Her mouth dropped open in shock. Then she blinked a few times, and crossed her arms over her chest, turning away from him slightly. "I'm not going to show you that."
She turned away from him fully, taking a few steps away from him. She then let out a theatrical sigh. "It's sad that Anakin won't be able to see something so cute."
Anakin sighed and stood up. Sannah glanced over her shoulder at him, a grin lighting her face. She then darted out of the room while Anakin followed behind her at a more sedate pace. Anakin stepped into her room, to find her kneeling on the floor, her back to him. He walked forward and dropped to his knees beside her and then looked at what held her attention.
Ikrit sat there, drinking blue milk from a bowl.
He turned his attention back to Sannah, arching an eyebrow. "This is nice?"
She nodded her head once, sharply. Smiling, she said. "Yes. It's cute."
Anakin sighed and stood back up, walking towards the door. "I'm going to go do my assignment."
A short while later, Anakin closed the binder of flimsies that contained his homework, and leaned back. Finally, he thought. That's finished.
Suddenly, pounding could be heard from his door. "Anakin!" The door slammed open, and Sannah stood there, fear etched onto her face. "There's a problem Anakin. A big one."
Anakin sighed. "Is it that Ikrit is eating food?"
She slowly shook her head. "No... Ikrit ate too much and now he's sick."
He winced as he stood up to follow her. On the way to her room, he stopped at the linen closet and grabbed a few towels. When he walked into Sannah's room, he was instantly glad that he had done so. Sighing, he knelt down and began to clean up the mess.
He finished cleaning up the mess and glanced at Sannah, where she knelt beside her bed, one arm wrapped over Ikrit, her head resting beside his.
He walked over to her and stood over her for a minute. Finally, she lifted her head and looked at him. "Is he going to be all right?"
Anakin nodded his head. "Yeah. Just make sure you warm up the milk the next time you give it to him."
She laid her head down next to Ikrit again, snuggling her face into his flank. "I'm sorry, Ikrit."
Anakin stood there, watching them both. Then to his surprise, he heard a slight snore coming from Sannah.
He stood over her, and as he did so, he remembered something. He walked into a hidden cove, a circular area about ten meters round, filled with dark water blanketed with blue-green algae. He continued watching as some of the kids that surrounded him, slid a girl into the water. She sank beneath the algae, disappearing from view entirely.
In the spots where he could see the water through the algae, the calm water was marred with movement from beneath its surface.
He turned and studied the cove. It was set deep within the mountain, but the jagged rocks that ringed it did not close out the sky. The entire cove was open to a shaft of thick sunlight. Perched on the rocks surrounding the pool were young children with bagfuls of stones.
"She'll be all right now," one of the children said to him in a voice that sounded like the soft patter of water falling on dry sand. "You brought her in time."
Frowning, he wondered just what the memory meant. What he was doing. Why he just allowed that girl to be pushed under the water like that.
He sighed, knowing that though the answer might lie in his memory, it would not come to him this night. Looking down at Sannah, he noticed a shiver run through her slim frame and he reached over and picked up a blanket.
Carefully, he draped it over her shoulders, covering her with it. He gently kissed the top of her head, and then straightened, finding Ikrit watching him, his blue eyes shining brightly in the dim light.
A thin, grave voice spoke in his head, saying, "It won't be long now."
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Anakin and Sannah walked together down the street. Silence reigned over them, yet it was a comfortable silence. He looked down at her, noting the bright, happy smile that was on her face.
Then as he watched, she tripped and fell, falling flat on her face.
He winced in sympathy, as she sat up on her knees, rubbing at her nose with one of her hands. Anakin held his own hand out towards her, an offer of assistance.
"Are you all right, Sannah?"
She looked up at him, and then nodded her head. "Yeah... I just tripped is all."
Then she grabbed his hand, and used it to pull herself back to a standing position. She started walking once again, and Anakin watched her for a few moments before falling into step beside her.
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During one of the breaks in his training schedule, Anakin climbed the steps on the exterior of the Jedi Temple. Ignoring the Jedi who was silently standing up there already, looking out towards the large river in the distance, he allowed himself to make a slow circuit of the top, gazing out over the landscape. Finally he stopped, and focused on the Jedi trainee who stood there silently.
He was a handsome man, as if he could be on recruiting holos for the military or for the Jedi themselves.
An air of damaged silence hung over him, and finally Anakin spoke. "Do you remember that girl from yesterday?"
Without looking at him, Ganner nodded his head. "Yes. I do."
"Do you know anything about her? Do you know who she is?"
The elder Jedi shook his head. "No, I don't."
Anakin frowned, and said, "But you seem like you know something."
Ganner laughed. "It's not me that she knows. It's you. She's here because of you."
"I don't understand," Anakin cried out.
Ganner shrugged his shoulders. "That's not my problem."
"She doesn't remember anything."
Ganner shrugged his shoulders again. "She's a Melodie."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just that it's time for the ch-"
"Stop!" Anakin interrupted, even as he finds his hands covering his ears. He blinked his eyes a few times and then shook his head. "No. Don't say it."
He fled back down the steps, leaving Ganner alone at the top.
After classes had ended for the day, Anakin walked out the main gate of the Jedi Temple. Leaning against it, her eyes closed was Sannah. As soon as he faced her, her eyes popped open, the yellow reflecting the sunlight, giving her face an almost ethereal glow.
"Anakin!" she exclaimed happily.
He smiled at her, and replied in a much calmer manner. "Hello, Sannah."
"Guess what, Anakin. I had a trace of a memory today."
He smiled at her. "That's great, Sannah. Tell me about it."
She grabbed his hand and started running, pulling him along behind her. "This way!"
They ran behind the Jedi Temple and up the hill that stood there. When they were about half way up, she stopped and started looking around for something. "It has to be around here somewhere."
"What?"
She grinned. "This!"
Anakin walked over, and hidden between the fallen limbs and an overhang of rock was a deep shaft. Sannah edged herself over the lip, and started climbing down. He watched her for a moment, and then flipped himself over the edge as well, his hands and feet almost instinctively finding the correct path down. They reached the bottom, and Anakin looked around. The stench of sulfur greeted his nose and he took a few more steps forward, kneeling down by a natural hot spring.
He looked up at Sannah. "What is this place?"
She shook her head. "I don't know..."
He noticed that she had stepped closer to him and he stood up to face her. As he did, she struck out, hitting him in the chest. Surprised, he looked at her, noticing the pain and fear that were painted on her face.
"What was that for?" he asked.
She rubbed her arms, and shivered as if she were cold even in the warm, humid air that surrounded them.
"I... I don't know," she began. "I... it's this place. I just got angry here."
Without speaking, Anakin wrapped his arms around her and she buried her face against his chest, as her shoulders started to shake from her sobs. "Something... something bad happened here."
Minutes passed and she finally seemed to have herself under control. She pulled herself away from him, rubbing a hand at her face, scrubbing away her tears.
Anakin gestured with his head towards the rock wall that led back to the surface. "Come on, let's get out of here."
She looked hesitant. Glancing around the room.
He grinned. "I'll buy you something to eat."
Her head snapped to face him, and a hesitant smile appeared on her lips. "Then we can go."
She proudly walked past him, and started climbing up the wall. When she had gotten about two meters off the ground, she let out a yell, and slid back to the bottom.
"Sannah!" Anakin called out as he rushed to her side. He knelt down beside her, and noticed that she was holding one arm. He looked closer at it, and saw the roughed patch of scrapped skin.
"Are you all right?" he asked. "Do you think you can still climb out?"
She looked down at her arm for a moment, and then looked up at the patch of sky above - a small blue circle hovering in the distance above them.
She nodded her head. "Yeah... I can make it. I just slipped is all."
She stood up and then once more started climbing. Anakin waited for a second, and then began ascending right behind her, ready to reach out and grab her.
What felt like an eternity later to Anakin, they finally made the surface, and he heaved himself up and over the lip of the shaft. He knelt on the ground, caching his breath. Then he looked over at Sannah, who was spread out on the ground, panting hard. He noticed the odd ridges on her neck as they pulsed in time to the heaves of her chest. Then she rolled over to face him, hiding the ridges.
"Sorry," she panted. "I guess I'm more out of shape than I thought."
Anakin grinned at her. "It's okay, climbing up that wasn't easy."
She sat up and glowered at him. "Says the guy who's not even breathing hard."
He just laughed and stood up. He stretched his hand out towards her, and she gripped it. He pulled her to her feet and as she pulled her hand away from his, he noticed the thin layer of skin that extended from the base of her fingers to about halfway up to her first knuckle.
Did she always have that, he wondered to himself. Then she started back down the path they had followed to get here, heading back towards the town and the Jedi Temple. A heavy weight seemed to settle around his heart as he followed her down.
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Anakin and Sannah walked through the shopping district, Sannah window shopping and happily eating a meatroll as they strolled along.
She suddenly stopped and turned towards the sound of laughter. Three girls stood around the holobooth again. Anakin watched as a wistful expression crossed her face. Then in a flash, it was gone and she was once more walking down the street.
Then she stopped again. This time, in front of a small bridal boutique. Two wedding dresses were displayed in the wide windows on either side of the entrance. One the white of a traditional Alderaanian dress. The other the red of a traditional Coruscanti wedding gown.
Anakin stepped up beside her as she stared at them. She glanced at Anakin quickly, and then focused on the dresses once more.
"They're pretty aren't they?" she asked.
Anakin grunted a reply, watching Sannah rather than the dresses.
Sadness seemed to pierce the evening air, and she rubbed her at her upper arms with her hands. Sighing, she turned away and started walking once again.
Anakin watched her for a moment, and then glanced up at the wedding dress. Frowning, he turned away and quickly caught up to Sannah, falling into step beside her.
She glanced up at him, a forced grin on her face. "Bet I'll beat you home."
Then she started running. Anakin shook his head, calling out, "Hey, be careful, you don't want to trip again do you?"
She glanced over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him.
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They were all seated around the dinner table, the conversation as appetizing as the food itself. Suddenly, Sannah spasmed; her whole body clenched as she dropped her fork to the ground. Her sudden movement, caught Anakin's eye and he focused on her even as she stared at the offending piece of cutlery.
Jaina spoke up into the silence that had descended around them. "Are you all right? That's the third time you've dropped your fork."
Without looking up, Sannah slowly nodded her head. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. I... I'm... my hand just doesn't seem to want to grip anything tonight."
Anakin glanced at Mara, noticing the hard expression on her face. Then he looked at Jaina, noting the concern.
Smirking, he leaned over the table towards Sannah's plate, holding his fork out over it.
"Well, since you can't eat, we can't let this food go to waste."
He then jabbed down, collecting a forkful of the diced protatoes. He sat back, a big grin on his face as he quickly ate them.
Sannah stood up, her hands slapping down onto the table on either side of her plate. "Hey! That's my food!"
Anakin smiled to himself as Jaina laughed at their antics, happy that the mounting tension had broken.
Later that night, he was lying on his bed, reading an article on the ethical use of capital punishment as an assignment for Master Horn when someone rapped on his door three times in quick succession.
He glanced up, looking towards the door as whoever was on the far side knocked again.
He stood and walked to the door. Opening it, he found Sannah standing on the far side, a holonovel datachit in her hands. She was looking down at her feet as one of them twisted back and forth slightly.
"What?" he asked.
She hesitated for a moment, and then lifted the datachit. "I got a new holo."
Anakin nodded his head. "That's good."
He then tried to close his door, but she stepped into the way before he could do so.
"Want to read it with me?"
Anakin arched an eyebrow in her direction. "Don't you want to read it by yourself?"
She shook her head quickly as she said, "Nope! I want to read it with you!"
He sighed, and stepped backwards. With a giggle she darted into his room and threw herself on the bed. She then held the book out to him. "Here, read it to me."
"Hey," he replied, a frown forming on his face. "How did this go from me reading with you, to me reading to you?"
She giggled again. "That's how it works."
He sighed again, taking the datachit from her and stretching out on the bed. He slipped the card into his datapad and activated the holonovel, as she cuddled up against his side. The scent of her hair assaulted his nose, it was a clean, almost metallic, smell. Almost the same smell as the natural springs on Corellia.
Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent.
Then he opened them again, and turned the novel to a random scene. He read the words that scrolled up aloud, '''Look, I guarantee there'll be tough times. I guarantee that at some time, one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing. But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life, because I know, in my heart, you're the only one for me.'"
Frowning, he pulled the card out of the datapad and looked at the label. He glanced over at Sannah, saying, "Hey, this is a girl's romance novel. Why do I want to read this thing?"
She beamed a smile in his direction. "Because it's fun."
Sighing in defeat, he plugged the card back into the pad and began reading the story from the beginning.
Two hours later, he finished the story and shut off the datapad. He pulled the card out and handed it to her.
She took it from him, and looked at the card, a frown on her face.
"What's wrong?"
Her nose twisted slightly and then she looked up at him. "Do you think I'll ever get married?"
Anakin shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows what will happen in the future."
"I... I just want to have a family, to raise one the same way Mrs. Mara is raising Ben."
Anakin sat up and looked down at her, noticing the way her face had clouded with pain.
He patted the top of her head. "I'm sure you'll find someone."
Growling, she rolled out of the bed and stormed to the door. "Just... Just shut up, Anakin."
Then she stomped out of his room. Anakin watched as the door closed, wondering what had just happened.
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Anakin was deep asleep. He was warm and happy nestled beneath the covers.
Suddenly, he was rocking violently back and forth.
A voice rang out in the darkness, a harsh, stern whisper. "Anakin!"
He cracked his eyes, and looked up to find Sannah leaning over him, concern on her face.
"What?"
She bit at her lip for a moment. "Have you seen Ikrit?"
He shook his head. "No, now go to sleep."
He tried to roll over onto his side, but she grabbed his shoulder instead. "But, I can't find Ikrit."
Anakin sighed. "I'm sure you'll find him in the morning."
She growled slightly, and then ripped the covers off of him, revealing a curled up bundle of fur.
"Ikrit!" she squealed with delight.
When she went to pick him up, Anakin grabbed her hand. "Why don't you just leave him there? He's asleep."
She looked down at Ikrit and then over at Anakin. "But I wanted to sleep next to him. He's warm."
"You'll be fine for one night."
She pouted for a moment, and then a mischievous grin broke onto her face.
"Then I'll just sleep in here," she said as she climbed into his bed. She pushed him over into the corner, laying her head onto his pillow, and cuddled up next to Ikrit.
"Hey," Anakin said. "Go to your own bed."
But to his surprise, she was already asleep.
He frowned and then laid his own head down onto the mattress, watching Sannah as she slept.
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Anakin climbed the steps on the exterior of the Jedi Temple. He paused, just short of being visible from anyone standing on the very top of the building. Frowning at the steps. Part of him wanting to turn away and flee back down the stairs, wanting to hide in his classroom.
He sighed and finished his ascent.
Ganner stood in the same place he had the day before, staring out into the distance towards the great river. Today, the sky was slightly clearer and Anakin could just make out the light blue circle of one of Yavin's other moons.
Anakin stood behind Ganner, staring at the same landscape, wondering what the older trainee saw when he watched the land.
Ganner broke the silence. "You want to know don't you? You want to know what's happening to her. Why everything is this way. You want to know what I know. Right?"
"Yeah," Anakin said as he nodded his head. "I do."
"You were there at the end for her as well, my Lyric."
"What?" Anakin asked; the confusion painted clearly on his face.
Ganner sighed. "That's right, your memory..." He then inhaled deeply, holding the breath for a handful of heartbeats before slowly exhaling. He turned and faced Anakin and dropped into a standard meditation pose. Anakin copied him, sitting a short distance away, directly in front of him.
"It was nine years ago when I first met her, I was all of thirteen. Master Tionne brought her back from Yavin 8--a Melodie just a few years away from her Changing." He paused, lowering his head for a moment. When he raised it, Anakin could make out the thin track of a tear. "She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I did everything to get closer to her, and we did start spending more and more time together. It was the greatest two and a half years of my life. She had told me about the changing, but I hadn't really listened. I hadn't cared. I was young and in love. I thought it would last forever."
He paused again, closing his eyes, and slowly breathing. Anakin silently watched.
After a while, Ganner opened his eyes again, and continued. "A few months before the Changing began in earnest, she told me that she was going to have to go back to her homeworld soon, and that we would never see each other again. We fought like two wild neks. I demanded that she stay, she would silently shake her head. In the end, I told her to leave me alone and that I never wanted to see her again."
Ganner focused on Anakin then, the pain shining brightly in his eyes. "That was a few days before you met her actually. Anyways, you met her, and befriended her after I had thrown her away. Her Changing was in full bloom by this point and the next thing I know, Lyric, you, Tionne and one of the other students were away on Yavin 8. It was time for Lyric's Changing—a ceremony that I had at one time promised her I would attend and protect her at, and I was hiding back here, too lost in my own pain to help her through hers."
"What is the Changing?" Anakin asked.
"The Melodie are a morphogenic species. They start their life out hatching from eggs as a humanoid. Once they have fully matured into an adult, their body mutates, changing into something like a fish/human hybrid. They call this mutation the Changing--and it can only be carried out in the algae pools of the Sistra Mountain on Yavin 8."
Anakin frowned, looking down at his hands where they had balled into fists on his lap. "And... and this Changing, it's going to happen to Sannah, right?"
Ganner nodded his head. "Yes."
After a few moments, he spoke again. "It will start small; she'll be out of breath. Tripping over her own feet. Soon, she won't be able to hold anything. Her energy will wane, and it will do it fast. One day she might be fine, the next she'll not be able to move."
Silence crashed down over them. Anakin ground his teeth together, angry at the inherent unfairness of existence, of life. Angry, and afraid, as suddenly he recalled all the times recently that she had tripped or dropped her fork.
Finally, Ganner stood, and strolled towards the steps. He began walking down them, and then suddenly stopped. He glanced over his shoulder at Anakin, and spoke, his voice harsh and unforgiving. "Turn her away. Send her home, and forget about her. Do it today. Otherwise, all you're doing is setting yourself up for pain and suffering."
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