Azel didn't realize she is crying. The tears fell freely down her cheeks and her body trembled, either from the cold of the rain or the sobs racking through her.

Ben brought her tea, and told her she should change. Azel couldn't move. She sat there staring at the control panel. She noticed there are coordinates programmed in.

"Where are we going?" She asked him when she was able to get a hold on her tears.

"Somewhere I was hoping I wouldn't have to," mumbled Ben as he sat down beside her. He is fully dry now, and wearing his old robes. She examined him and the lightsaber on his belt. She should've known just from those tunics alone.

She should've known because she is a Force Sensitive. How can she even miss that?

Azel wiped the wet streaks from her cheeks angrily. As upset as she is about not realizing Ben is a Jedi, she is still in shock by the events that occurred on Ryturn.

"All those people-"

"I know," Ben said without looking at her.

"They all just-"

"Yes," he replied, still not letting her finish.

"How can we just leave them? You're a Jedi! We could've done something!" She burst out, looking at him desperately. She wasn't sure what she would truly get out of this conversation. It's not like they could go back and save those people. There's not even a planet to go back to.

"We didn't have a choice," Ben answered her, "Jedi or otherwise."

She knows he is right. She hates that he is right, and that she understands. How could she understand why millions of people had to die? What kind of person does that make her?

"It's natural to feel guilty." He said to Azel, nearly reading her mind. "But there is nothing we could've done."

"I'm not feeling guilty," she argued petulantly, and crossed her arms over her chest.

Ben looked at her. "Yes you are, your Force Signature says it all." He said simply with a sip from his tea.

Azel stared at him. "My what?"

"Force signature. It's like your own personal scent that only those strong with the Force can sense, or even feel. Every emotion you feel, is prominent by those around you."

"W-what?" She stuttered out. So every Force Sensitive knows what I'm feeling at all times? Ben knew she was a sensitive the moment they met, so he could feel her every emotion since then. She couldn't help but feel slightly violated. Certainly the Force doesn't work like that? If she couldn't feel Ben or any other Sensitive she's come across (assuming she did come across one) then he must be exaggerating.

"That's only because you're not in control." He said, nearly answering her question.

"How do I get in control?" She asked him. She doesn't want others to know how she is feeling. She doesn't want others to know what she is just by looking at her.

"That's why we're going where we're going," Ben said looking out the window to the stars flying past. "And I need some guidance." He mumbled more to himself.

You and me both, Azel thought absently.

The two flew in silence after that. Bens secret is floating openly between the two of them, neither knowing how to really address it, or if they even want to. Azels secret apparently was never a secret to Ben, or any other Sensitive she's met. She feels sick, and is very confident she will vomit.

Azel went to the restroom and did just that, quite a few times. When she looked up from the toilet, Ben is standing there holding dry clothing for her. He set it on the counter and left her alone.

After what was revealed about him, it's best he stays away. Azel couldn't decide if she wanted to punch him, or drop a bunch of questions on him. Maybe it's both. At least her stomach feels better.

Azel changed into warmer clothing--her previous clothing. The warmth and comfort of familiarity helped keep her mind at ease. Some how he knew that's exactly what she needed, and as unfamiliar with the Force as she is, she knows enough to understand that he didn't figure that one out by reading her Force.

Something like that is worked out by learning each other. They've spent a lot of time together, traveling, running, watching each others back. It feels natural to do such a thing. Regardless of recent discoveries, he is still the same person. He is still her friend.

Azel brushed some of her hair off her face. Some strands had fallen loose from the half pony-tail, and tickled her face. It's mostly dry now, but the hair that rested against her neck still felt wet and heavy. She pull the rubber band out of her hair and re-styled it so it's not so disheveled. Looking in the mirror, she sees herself and is relieved. Azel half expected to find a stranger looking back at her, but it's just her. Maybe a little pink in the nose and puffy eyed from crying, but still the same dirty blonde hair, prominent cheek bones, and bright blue eyes.

Azel sat on her bed, leaning against the wall, and stared at the necklace that is dangling against her chest. She held it in her hand and inspected it once more. The reason Ben bought it for her makes more sense now. It makes sense why he wasn't talkative to the shop woman who spoke like the Jedi are gods, and it makes sense that he wanted Azel to have it. She obviously admired it, and he knew she is Force sensitive. He must have figured that she held some admiration for the Jedi given her Sensitivity.

Her anger faded more and more as she stared at the symbol. The Jedi don't feel angry, the Jedi are peaceful and forgiving.

Ben came out of the cockpit. Azel watched him and knew instantly that she couldn't stay upset with him--and not because of the Jedi way. It's because his face is always relaxed, even if his eyes have hints of pain and sadness. He is her stability, he keeps her safe and calm because he is safe and calm. He cares for her, or else he wouldn't have helped her find her mother, or protect her from getting hurt on the planets they visited. He took care to speak with Arrin for Azel, and he agreed with taking Han from the terrible place he was living. It could be because he is a Jedi, but if that were the case, he wouldn't have come to find her that day at the spaceport on Tatooine. He would've stuck with his no and moved on.

But here he is, looking at her with his soft blue eyes and managing to wash away any anger she ever had.

He gestured to the spot next to her at the foot of her bed. Azel nodded and he sat down beside her.

"We should discuss this," he stated bluntly.

"There is nothing to discuss," she said to him because truthfully there really isn't much to discuss. He is a Jedi, he had to hide that fact because of his safety, and it's as simple as that. 

However, there are still questions in the back of her mind that are nawing at her skull. She could hear him sigh just as she spoke up again, "Is Ben really your name?" She blurted out, her questions getting the best of her.

"No," he answered. He tried to keep the small smile off his face, even when she is trying to be stubborn, her curiosity gets the better of her.

"Why would the Emperor care if you're alive? That man was specific to you, not just as a Jedi."

"It's not the Emperor he was referring to, it's his apprentice." He responded darkly.

"Darth Vader," Azel said the name in a whisper, eyes far away in her mind.

"Yes," Obi-Wan said, hoping she will forget that he ignored the question at hand. She did.

"Why Tatooine?" She asked him with a frown. "Of all the places you could've went into hiding, why there?"

Obi-Wan thought about this. He wasn't about to tell Azel about Luke no matter how much he wanted to. The whole point of him being there was to keep Luke safe, and keep himself hidden.

Azel believes he's in hiding because everyone thinks the Jedi are dead. Really, it's because Vader could be looking for him and Luke.

"You could say I'm a sentimentalist," he stated. "My best friend was born there." It's not entirely a lie. Even if it weren't for Luke, he couldn't help but feel that Tatooine would be his place of hiding.

"Is your friend still there? Who is he?" She pondered. Something crossed her face suddenly. "Or she," she mumbled with agitation.

"He," Obi-Wan specified. "Hasn't been there for years. You wouldn't know him."

"What's your real name?" She asked after a moment of silence.

Obi-Wan sighed heavily. He supposes there is no point in hiding it any longer. She already knows he is a Jedi, and he knows she is trustworthy enough. The Empire surely knows he is alive by now, so he might as well admit it. "My name is Obi-Wan." He said smoothly. Saying his name out loud again felt like a weight off his shoulders. It made him feel like himself again, or the man he used to be. Obi-Wan isn't sure that is a good thing. He failed as a Jedi, and he failed his Padawan.

And yet, he is feeling relieved.

"Obi-Wan," Azel said softly. It made his heart do a leap hearing his name out of her mouth. The way her lips formed his name, and how her voice spoke it, it is like she is meant to always say it. It made him wish he told her his name sooner. But he knew he couldn't at the time.

He feels even more relieved now.

"Is that a name you prefer?" She asked him.

"When we are alone," he said to her, honestly. "If you are addressing me in public, then Ben is the safest." He said. He looked over to her and she is staring at the far side of the ship with a frown. Her mind is off in deep thought as she processed everything. Her nose and eyes are still a bit red and swollen from crying. Her hair is wavy from the water and her skin looks pale as ever in her tan tunics.

She is beautiful.

Azel nodded. "Okay," she said, and started picking absently at the sheets in her lap.

Obi-Wan took that as his chance to ask her what he wanted, "How long have you known you are Force Sensitive?"

"Since I was young," Azel stated. "Thought I was doing a pretty good job at hiding it until now,"

"Why hide it?" He asked, he thought he knew the answer but he wanted confirmation.

"The war," she said looking up at him. "Especially after word spread that all the Jedi were killed. And besides that, you become more interesting to slave dealers when you're a sensitive." She said.

Obi-Wan nodded along with her answer.

The ship made a noise then, a beeping sound.

Obi-Wan got to his feet. "We're here," he said to her and made his way into the cockpit. Azel followed quickly.

She could see them entering an atmosphere. It's foggy, impossible to see anything around them, the ship shook and jolted as they entered through it. Obi-Wan flipped switches quickly as they descended.

They broke through the fog but by that time they are nearly too late. The ground approached quickly, Obi-Wan pulled up harshly, throwing the two of them back into their seats. Obi-Wan hovered the ship over the ground and landed gently.

Azel didn't realize she was breathing heavily until they landed safe.

"Nothing to it," Obi-Wan said to her, she looked at him and he is smiling. She gave him a pointed look.

"Where are we?" She asked him, ignoring his comment.

Azel looked outside to see it's dark, and it's very clear they're in a swamp. The fog ghosted over the ground, breaking up here and there to give them a view of what is below. There are trees with vines, rocks with moss, and little puddles of water throughout the muddy ground.

Obi-Wan stood up and went for the door. Azel stared after him until he opened the ships hatch and began to walk out. With a grunt, she reluctantly followed him out onto the foreign planet.

It's warm, and humid. Azel hates the way the air clings to her skin. She suddenly longed for the dry heat of Tatooine.

"Who would live here?" She questioned out loud in disgust.

"Come on," Obi-Wan said to her in amusement, and took her hand to lead her through the swamp.

They walked for awhile until they came upon a dwelling in the near distance. Light could be seen flickering in the windows. Obi-Wan led Azel around a small pond and over a log before they made it to the dwelling door. It's small, almost hobbit like. Azel wasn't sure what to expect when Obi-Wan let go of her hand and knocked.

However, it certainly wasn't a small green creature. He stood with a walking stick, and she immediately noticed the lightsaber hanging from his belt.

Correction, she certainly wasn't expecting a small green creature that happens to be a Jedi.

This little guy clearly has no qualms about others discovering he is a Jedi with how openly he wears his weapon. Maybe he is the only resident on this planet, it wouldn't surprise her.

"Master Kenobi," the creature said and bowed.

"Master Yoda," Obi-Wan repeated the action.

Azel stared at the two of them awkwardly. It wasn't put past her that both of them aren't just Jedi, but Masters.

"Urgent matters it must be, for you to arrive unannounced." He said to Obi-Wan. Then looked over to Azel. "And with a guest."

"This is Azelynn, who I told you about."

"Ah, yes. Force Sensitive she is." Azel felt her stomach drop at hearing her secret said aloud, again. What's more, is that Obi-Wan told a troll about it long before they arrived. She felt a bit agitated by this, but she supposes she has no reason to be. "Strong she is." Yoda said.

"How can you tell that?" Azel questioned.

"Loud Force Signature, you have." He spoke backwards to her.

Azel frowned. How is that related to strength?

"Come," Yoda said turning towards his door. "Discuss inside we will," he lead them inside. Obi-Wan and Azel had to crawl through the door and remain sitting in order to fit some-what comfortably inside.

It's warm in Yodas dwelling, cozy even. It's not something Azel expected when she arrived here. Yoda went to the stove, stirring something in a metal pot over the fire while the two of them got settled. Obi-Wan sat diagonal from her, with a table between them. He had to tuck his neck slightly to keep it from hitting the ceiling. Every little object seemed to be perfectly sized for Yoda. The spoons, pots and pans, the pillow and blankets in the wall cove behind Obi-Wan that, she figures, is Yodas bed. Around the corner is shelving and drawers that are also Yoda size.

She watched him take the pot from the fire and set it on the windowsill, probably to cool faster.

"Who are you?" Azel asked him. She already knows he is a Jedi, but who is he in relevance to Obi-Wan?

"Who are you, the question is." Yoda countered, looking at her. It's a bit different seeing him at eye level. His ears are far out from his head, thin gray strands slicked down his head between them. His eyes are large and wide with knowledge and age. Azel couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by his years of wisdom.

Obi-Wan stared at her, as did Yoda. Azel sat with her mouth opening and closing unsure how to respond. "Azelynn, I'm from Tatooine." She finally said to him nervously.

"Searching for someone you are," Yoda filled in.

"Yes, how can you tell?" She asked with a frown. She shook her head then, realizing Obi-Wan must've told him. "You already know," she stated bluntly. When he didn't say anything she continued. "My mother,"

Yoda hummed and then went rifling through his belongings in the cove of shelves. He pulled out a silver object that looked too large in his hands.

"What is that?" She asked.

Obi-Wan seemed to know what he is doing and adjusted himself to face her better. He reached out and took her wrist in his hand.

"Do you trust me?" He asked her.

Azel glared at him. Obi-Wan seemed to understand. "Do you trust me enough to mean you no harm?" He rephrased.

Azel sighed heavily, staring into his soft eyes.

"Yes," she answered reluctantly, although it's true. Obi-Wan moved her hand to rest palm-up on the table, keeping eye contact with her. Suddenly a pain shot through her hand. It was brief, and small, but still made Azel jump and yelp. She yanked her hand back and stared at Yoda who was examining the silver object that hurt her.

Azel could see a sharp needle protruding from it.

"Did you just inject me?" She questioned angrily.

"No," Obi-Wan easily soothed. "He took a sample of your blood."

"Why?" She questioned and examined the little drop of blood coming out of her finger where Yoda poked her.

"Your midi-chlorian count." Obi-Wan specified.

"My what?" She asked. There are a lot of new words she is learning today.

"They're what connects us with the Force, they tell us the will of it. When you have a bad feeling about something, it's your midi-chlorians that tranfer the message to you that something bad will happen." He tried to explain to her.

"So they're messengers of the Force," Azel confirmed with a frown.

"Essentially yes," Obi-Wan nodded.

"You could've just asked for a blood sample." She muttered in annoyance.

"Better results we have when quickly blood flows," Yoda inserted. There was a beep on the gadget and Yodas ears did a thing, and his brows furrowed. Azel felt uneasy.

"What is it?" Obi-Wan asked before she could. Yoda handed it over to him, and suddenly he wore a similar expression as Yoda. "Just as I suspected," He said quietly to himself.

"What is it?" Azel demanded. "Is it bad?"

"No," Obi-Wan said looking at her. He handed her the device. The number on the screen read 24,352.

"What does this mean?" She asked.

"It means," Yoda stated. "Stronger than most Jedi you are."

Azel looked between the two of them. "But that's impossible," she scoffed. "I know nothing about the Force or how to wield it."

"Teach you, Master Kenobi will." Yoda said.

"What?" Azel questioned immediately. She couldn't have heard that right. "To be a Jedi?"

She glanced between the two of them. Yoda appeared confident in his decision. Obi-Wan appeared like he has been struck by lightning. His eyes are wide and blank, staring at Yoda.

What's worse is neither of them said a word.

"For what purpose? They don't exist anymore." Azel went on. "What does this number matter when they're all dead anyway?" It was a bit harsh, but Yoda seemed to understand her meaning.

"And yet," he started. "Sit here do we."

Azel didn't have a good response to that. She stared down at her hands in her lap, and remembered the real reason she is traveling the galaxy. "I can't become a Jedi, I have to find my mother." She said.

Neither of them spoke again and Master Yoda sighed and then looked up at Azel with a stern look. "Told us your first name you have, but left out the second name you did."

"There isn't one." Azel said heavily, and stubbornly. What does this have to do with my mother anyway?

"Lying you are." Yoda deadpanned.

Azels heart skipped in her chest with worry. She glanced over to Obi-Wan who is looking at her strangely, as if he only just realized he never knew this about her. Another secret Azel was trying to remain hidden. There are stories behind her name these days. Rumors. It's not a name you wave around proudly anymore.

It is not a name she wants to tell them. They will see her differently, treat her differently. However, looking at the two of them staring at her so intently for an answer, it doesn't seem like she has much of a choice.

Azel mustered up all the confidence she could, and spoke without a waver in her voice.

"Skywalker," She told them. "My name is Azelynn Skywalker."

END PART 1

A/N: So how many of you are actually shocked by that little plot twist? I've dropped hints here and there along the way. Give me your thoughts on the story so far. If you have any ideas for Part 2 or predictions, I would love to hear them!

Thank you all for reading. xo