Happy New Year!

A new year, a year of misery ends only for another one to begin.

We are cursed by Ashla and Bogden.

We are the dreaded Living Dead.

Many times we have tried to take our own lives only for it to fail.

At least we wondered why They had cursed us then we remembered: we had spoken in anger

We must live and witness the pain brought about by those words.

But what we don't understand is that the Sith are deader than an ancient ship drifting in space. And Sith were one of the only organizations capable of wanting and destroying the Jedi Order.

I will admit that we wish the Masters death but we wouldn't try to kill them.

"Love, there's something that you need to see." My husband says from the Holonet terminal.

He gets out of the chair and I sit down and scan the article.

At first I read is that a Jedi Master perished on Naboo some months ago. Then I read that it was during the Naboo Crisis.

I shiver.

We both sensed something sinister about the whole issue but there isn't anyone we can go to that will believe us.

I feel dread well up within me.

The Sith are still alive and waiting to destroy the Jedi.

I bury my face in my hands and cry.

What have we done?

I hear the sound of a file being accessed.

"Look up."

I look up and stare into the eyes of Ashla.

I blink a few times, angry.

Then I realize that the eyes belong to a little boy eight or nine standard years old. He has Ashlan features mixed in with other human back-rounds.

"His name is Anakin Skywalker. Mother: Shmi Skywalker. Father: Unknown."

At first I don't understand. Then it sinks in.

Slowly a smile comes to my face.

For the first time in close to a thousand years I feel something besides despair and grief.

I feel hope.