I did not write this chapter. It was written by my co-writer, and takes place from Tria’s POV

*Gasp*

I woke up in a room I had never seen before. There were IVs and screens with vitals. An infirmary room. But where?

Suddenly the pain caught up with me. I clutched my rib cage as I sat up. 

"Those awful clones.” I groaned, “The council will have something to say about this."

Just then, a woman walked into the room. I knew this woman. Her name was Kynes. Roe Kynes

"Oh, you're up." She says

"Where am I?" I asked, "where's Cyron?"

"We're in a safe house on Naboo. The queen made arrangements for those who survived. Senator Amadala's orders."

"Survived?" I asked, "What do you mean 'survived'? Shouldn't we be with the Jedi?"

Kynes grew sad.

"We would. . . If there were a Jedi to go back to."

I stared at Kynes in shock, "What are you talking about?"

"The Sith." She answered, "They've taken over. They've destroyed our temples and murdered most of the Jedi. . . even the younglings. For safety, the Jedi went into hiding. The ones that are still alive, at least."

I sat there, looking at nothing in particular. I tried not to hyperventilate. The Jedi were my life. But not all of it.

"And. . . and Cyron? Is he okay? Do you know where he is?"

I tried to fight the possibility that he might be dead. Roe sighed.

"We believe his health is fine, we just don't know where he is. . . and quite frankly, I'm not sure we want to." She said slowly 

"What? Why?"

"He. . . he murdered a Jedi master. And from what I've heard, he looked as if his eyes were turning yellow and his sabers were red."

I laid back and closed my eyes tight.

"This is all my fault." I whispered, " I shouldn't have left him."

I took a moment to breathe. I couldn't breathe.

"Who else is here? On Naboo?" 

"A few others. Two Padawans, a Youngling, and a Jedi knight. . . But listen, I came in here to let you know what's going to happen from here on out."

"Right." I replied pessimistically

She brushed it off.

"Naboo is one of the safest places to be right now. We can hide here. Live like everyone else. Try to forget what we've lost."

"There IS no forgetting. The Jedi were my life. CYRON was my life. They're all I've known."

And now. . . I've lost both.