Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. If I did, then Chewbacca and Anakin Solo would not have died. I do, however, own the plot and any characters you do not recognize.

A note of warning: I have not read the entire New Jedi Order Series. I am only in the middle of Force Heretic I: Remnant. So, any events that took place in those books will probably either not be mentioned and/or will not affect this story.

Set 23 years after Ben Skywalker was born.

Brief background Summary: The Yuuzhan Vong control the galaxy. They are erasing every last remnant of all the governments that came before it; the Empire and both the Old and New Republics. Even in these dark times, there is still hope. Luke Skywalker, Mara Jade-Skywalker, Leia Organa and Han Solo, Jaina and Jacen Solo, and many others are still fighting the Yuuzhan Vong.

Summary: Ben Skywalker was kidnapped by the Yuuzhan Vong when he was three years old and is now believed to be long dead. Twenty years later, Luke and Mara, along with their seventeen year old daughter, Tess, are about to discover the truth about what really happened to Ben all those years ago.


Two Jedi stand, facing each other, their unactivated lightsabers in their hands. They are staring into each other's eyes, as if searching for something, though they themselves do not know what.

One looks rather young, a girl, barely seventeen. Her stormy grayish blue eyes are locked onto her opponent's calm, clear blue ones.

The two opponents look like they are related, perhaps father and daughter. The girl's dirty blond hair, braided in several tight strands and pulled back at the nape of her neck, matches the man's in both color and texture, though his is streaked with gray.

Her stance looks to be the same as the man's, like she learned it from a lifetime watching him and imitating how he acts. The way they hold themselves suggests a strange confidence of what is about to happen.

The man seems to have a heavy weight upon his shoulders, as if many lives depend on his actions and decisions, and always have. His face has the look of old age, and wisdom, by the slight wrinkles on it. His eyes, though, hold a boyish twinkle in them that gives him a slightly youthful appearance. He seems to have been blessed by maturing gracefully.

The girl, on the other hand, has a wistful, almost childish innocence about her. Her eyes also hold the same glint in them as in the man's, but less weighed down and more bright than his. Although she is young, only seventeen, she also seems to carry a burden, not as much as the man's but still giving her a tired and old aspect. She seems more confident than most her age would be; wise beyond her years.

They stand, facing each other, eyes locked, lightsabers ready, though held loosely in their hands. And yet, there seems to be no hostility between them; just a cool calmness that contradicts what is about to take place.

And anyone watching not familiar with the proceedings would have to wonder what is going to happen and why.