The sand storm howled around the hut. Ania finished lining the cracks beneath the door and windows with old rags. Tolsa carried a few bowls over to Obi Wan and he spooned some soup into it for the three of them. Some sand trickled in through a crack in the ceiling. Ania grabbed the bottle of sealant Master Kenobi had found and quickly sprayed it over the crack. The foam expanded and she expertly flattened it with a sharpened blade.

Tolsa handed her a bowl of soup and sat down across from the Jedi Master. Ania took the bowl and sat next to her. Obi Wan stroked his beard for a moment, thinking. "Now, let me think for a moment. It has been several years since Anakin and I discovered Mortis. I'm afraid my memory isn't quite as sharp as it was then."

"Anything that you think may help me is plenty, Master," Ania said. She took a mouthful of soup.

"I've begun calling myself Ben now, if you don't mind. I'm no longer a master and it's better if the galaxy thinks Obi Wan Kenobi died during the Purge." Ania nodded understandingly. "Perhaps you can give me somewhere to start. Explain in detail what your situation is."

"Well, I'm afraid my powers are growing and I won't be able to control them. The Daughter is tethered to me. Sometimes I can summon her spirit into my body and she controls me. Other times I can hear her voice guiding me, like you would hear someone who has departed into the Force. Usually I'm able to keep my powers in check." She bit her lip.

"But then there are times when I can't. There are times when I lose control and when my fear and anger turn the Daughter against herself. She can take control of me and kill mercilessly. Her voice will speak through me and sometimes another voice will too. Whenever I'm angry or hurting, the second voice appears."

"When I was a prisoner of the Empire, I managed to escape my cell. Both the Daughter and the second voice spoke through me. The Daughter tried to warn me against following my passion but the second voice told me to embrace it. The second voice overpowered the Daughter as I continued to kill and sort of fell into a blind rage."

"Then, there is the matter of my link with Ezra. The Force has connected us somehow and gives us visions. Whenever these visions have happened, we begin to move in sync with one another. One time we were fighting each other. The next, we were just running through stances. Either way, my visions are what scare me the most," Ania finished.

"What are your visions of?" Ben prompted.

"Pain, anger, suffering," Ania listed off. "Mine and that of my friends. I keep seeing Ezra and I on a strange planet. Ezra is a Sith and I'm a Jedi, I think. There is one vision where the Emperor has me and is trying to resurrect a tattooed man with my spirit."

Ben stroked his beard, leaning back in his seat. He set his empty bowl aside. Ania continued eating, now finished talking. "The tattooed man you see may be the Son. He was the Daughter's brother and represented the Dark Side of the Force. I'm sure Ahsoka told you of what happened while we were on Mortis. The planet you see may also be Mortis. I don't know much about the history of the Three, but I do know that their power was greater than any I've ever seen, except for one."

"It may be that because the Daughter resides in you, the Son, wherever he is, can reach you through her. Perhaps the Force linked you and Ezra to show you the dangers of the future. I'm afraid I don't have many answers for you. All I can do is teach you what I know about control. It was often difficult for Anakin to control his power as well. The techniques that worked for him might work for you as well." Ben turned to Tolsa.

"And you, young lady. You will never truly stop learning about the ways of the Force, but I believe there is nothing more I can teach you to do with your abilities than what you already know. There is one thing I can help you with, however," he added, noting Tolsa's disappointed look. "It is part of a Jedi's destiny, no matter how powerful they are, to build their own lightsaber."

Tolsa's eyes lit up. "You mean you'll help me make my own?"

"Indeed. After this storm dies down, I will teach Ania a few of Anakin's techniques. You will then go in search of a kyber crystal for Tolsa's lightsaber together."

Ania and Tolsa glanced at one another excitedly. "How long do you think the storm will last?" Tolsa asked.

Ben laughed. "Long enough. You two would be well off going to bed soon. I fully intend to. This has been quite an exciting day for my old bones."

"Of course. We actually did think to bring bedrolls," Ania grinned. Ben pointed out a corner.

"Feel free to stay there during your stay here." He stood and moved towards their empty bowls. Ania beat him to them, snatching them up and running into his small kitchen.

"We can take care of this," she said as she began to clean up. Ben nodded gratefully and shuffled towards his bedroom. Tolsa moved into the kitchen and began to scrub the few dishes, running the water back through the recycle system.

"Do you think he'll be able to help us?" Tolsa asked.

"I think he'll try. We just have to be willing to learn."

"We should contact the others soon," Tolsa pointed out.

"In the morning when the storm is cleared up. No signal is getting through that now."

Tolsa nodded her agreement and finished the dishes. She headed back into the other room and laid out her bedroll. Ania finished covering the dishes of food and storing them away in Ben's old cooling system. When she entered the room and got her own bedroll situated, Tolsa was already sound asleep. Soon, Ania followed her.

Early the next morning, Ania found herself spinning and falling face first into the desert sand. Ben smiled as he deactivated his lightsaber. Ania pulled the blindfold off her eyes. "I promise I'm not usually this bad," she murmured.

Tolsa hid a laugh behind her hand. "You're doing great!" She called.

Ben motioned for her to lower the blindfold again. "You must learn to expand your senses but maintain control while you fight. If a vision comes upon you, you could turn on your own allies. It's important that you control your actions while you're having a vision."

Ania sighed but nodded. She pulled the blindfold back over her eyes and ignited her purple lightsaber. She heard Ben stiffen, as he had each time she ignited it. Perhaps it sparked memories that were painful. Ben moved on silent feet across the sand. Ania blocked his first three attacks, while keeping her senses spread across the dunes.

Her mental focus began to slip. Ania pushed back at it, bringing her lightsaber up to block another attack. A motion in the desert drew her senses out further. She grew more distant from her body. Ania struggled to draw herself back in and remain grounded. She managed to block some more. Her feet slid a little. It didn't feel like she was standing on sand anymore.

The movement caught her attention again. Carefully, Ania let her senses reach towards the movement. She spotted a bantha, lowing and swinging its great head. She kept blocking Ben's attacks but pressed her senses onward. A Tusken stood beside the bantha as though waiting for someone. Sure enough, a smaller Tusken emerged from behind a rock. The child ran to its parent and lifted its arms. The adult lifted the child onto the bantha and climbed up after it.

A kick from Ben sent her sprawling into the sand again. Ania gasped as though she had been underwater for a long time. She peeled the blindfold off again. "How did I do?" She panted.

"Much better. How far did you go?"

"Past the other moisture farm," Ania waved a hand in the distance. "I saw two Tuskens and a bantha."

Ben nodded approvingly. "Impressive. When you've been fully trained, you might be able to expand your senses across half a planet. Anakin almost could."

Ania grinned. "That would be a useful skill to have." She wiped sweat off her forehead.

Ben waved Tolsa over. "You may try now. If you push yourself too hard," he said to Ania, "you risk damaging your physical senses as well. You take a break while I work with Tolsa."

Ania nodded. She stood and drew the blindfold off her head completely, passing it to Tolsa, along with her lightsaber. Ania noticed with some surprise, as Tolsa stood where she had before, that the sand had turned into a thin sheet of glass. It was broken now, but still there. Ania shook her head, confused, and sat on a rock.

Tolsa was knocked down within the first two hits. Ania raised an eyebrow. "Not so easy, is it?" She called.

"Oh, shut up," Tolsa laughed. She got up and took her stance again. This time, she lasted a bit longer.

Ania grew tired of watching. She drew the monoculars out of Ben's bag and surveyed the area. The Tuskens she had seen were gone from sight. At the moisture farm, the boy and an older man were tending to one of the evaporators. Ania tilted her head and moved her senses towards the boy. His head snapped up, as she watched through the monoculars. Ania quickly drew her presence back and returned her attention to Ben and Tolsa.

Tolsa sprawled out on the sand. She pulled the blindfold off and stood, shaking sand out of her boots. "I could only see to our ship," she sighed.

"That's a good distance when you're concentrating on something else at the same time," Ben pointed out.

"Yeah, but it's not as far as Ania could see," Tolsa muttered. Ania looked away for a moment. "Sometimes I wonder if it would be better to not have this gift at all, than to only have this small amount."

Ben hooked his lightsaber to his belt and crossed his arms. Tolsa sat on the rock beside Ania. "Using the Force at all is an accomplishment that not many can achieve. The strength of your connection doesn't determine the worth of your abilities."

"Kanan said that all living things can access the Force," Tolsa countered.

"Were those his exact words?"

Ania shook her head. "Everything living thing can feel the Force and are connected to it, but only a few can use it like the Jedi can."

Tolsa drew in a sharp breath, but quickly smoothed over it. Ben nodded approvingly. "The Force is a living thing. You do not control it. You use it as an extension of yourself. Any Force sensitivity, no matter how small, should be valued." Ben fixed a stern blue gaze on Tolsa. "If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go rest for a bit." Ben made his way back to the house.

Ania jumped off the rock and faced Tolsa. "What's bothering you?"

"Nothing," Tolsa sighed. Ania raised an eyebrow. Tolsa raised her hands exasperatedly. "Ok, fine! I love being able to use the Force but I hate that I can't use it like you can. For you, everything is effortless. You have fewer limits than most and you're more powerful than many Jedi or Sith could have ever dreamed of becoming!"

Ania placed a hand on her chin. "I'm sorry. I know it's not fair but I didn't ask for this either. If I could, I would swap with you." She thought for a minute. "Actually, I wouldn't." Tolsa raised an eyebrow. "The things I've seen and done with this power, the things I may yet do," Ania shuddered. "I'd rather deal with it myself than make you suffer from it."

Ania turned away. "I'm going to go contact Hera and fill her in."

"Wait." Ania paused for a moment. Tolsa smirked lightly. "I'll contact Hera. You go talk to Ezra."

Ania rolled her eyes but laughed all the same. "You run a hard bargain, but I'll take it!"

Ben looked out the window of the hut, watching the two girl. He smiled briefly, remembering times long gone. "Oh, Anakin," he sighed. "You and Ahsoka would've had fun training these girls." He sighed and swallowed hard, before turning away.