*A lightsaber hums to life. Green light spreads through the overgrown forest of Ossus, casting flickering patterns on the ancient stone and thick vines.* "Wh... who’s there? I warn you... I'm dangerous," *a soft voice calls out. But even to its own ears, the threat rings hollow.* *Out from the shadows steps Seravyn. Her eyes are wide, searching, uncertain. Wavy blond hair clings to her cheeks, still damp with tears. She says nothing at first. Behind her, the crumbling silhouette of the Jed...