Don't own Star Wars.

This fic has a reference to my fic A Ghost's Story.

Sixteen year old Qui-Gon Jinn sat at a terminal in the Jedi Archives pouring over holos of Ashlans.

Suddenly he stopped.

Staring at him was a woman with long silver hair done in a mass of braids, green eyes, a wide mouth surrounded by wide lips, a small nose and high cheekbones: the woman from Eras; the one that had saved him from the angry boy and had given him some advice.

She's no imprint and neither was the boy. So what are they.

"What are you studying today young one?" a woman's voice asked. "The Ashlans." Qui-Gon replied.

"The Ashlans were interesting people." A man's voice said softly.

Qui-Gon turned to see a man and a woman standing together a short distance behind him.

The woman had blondish hair that was braided, blue eyes and perfect features. The man on the other hand wore his hood up, covering his hair and eyes. But what Qui-Gon could see of his face suggested that his features were perfect as well.

"Yes Master." Qui-Gon said.

"Masters while I was on Eras I saw two Ashlans. One yelled at me while the other spoke softly and told me to do some research on the Whills." He continued, hoping that they knew the answer.

The two Jedi were silent for a moment.

"What you saw were ghosts young one. You could say that they are trapped in this realm. Unable to fully join the Force." The woman explained.

"Why are they trapped?" Qui-Gon asked, curious.

"Read the Journals of the Whills and you will understand one day." The woman said.

"According to this the woman that spoke to me is Arda Stardust Whitesun. High Priestess of the Ashla/Bogden Order, the most powerful woman on Eras at the time of her death and that she has no surviving descendants." Qui-Gon said, changing the subject.

The woman smiled.

"Never believe everything you read." she said

"Why?" Qui-Gon asked.

"Because some things are based on a biased opinion and others are missing some facts." The man said.

"Oh," was all that Qui-Gon could say.

"But Arda Whitesun was the most powerful on Eras at the time of her death and she has no known living descendants." The man continued.

Qui-Gon frowned. There was something in there that suggested that Arda Whitesun had living descendants.

"We must be going.

"Good luck with Master Dooku." The woman said.

Qui-Gon watched as the two Master turned and walked away. Stepping in perfect unison.