I'm not handling this at all well. When I'm not
giddy with joy over Qui-Gon's survival I'm shaking in
terror over *how* he survived! I wish I had my
Master's faith, yet I think even he's a little
rattled. It must be as unnerving to be the subject of
a miracle as it is to work one.

   And now I'm shaking again. Calm, be calm. Write it
out, maybe it'll help, it certainly can't hurt.

   There's nothing miraculous about standard Jedi
Healing techniques, the Force simply strengthens and
accelerates the body's natural processes. In all
modesty I'm quite good at it. Good enough for Master
Koth to express some regret when I chose the
Knighthood rather than Healing as my service.
Sometimes I think that was a mistake, like now.

   My Master was past the reach of normal healing
methods by the time I got to him and we both knew it.
Nothing but his will and the Force had kept him alive
that long.

   "Too late." he gasped as I lifted his head.

   "No!" I answered, desperate, I wasn't ready to let
him go, not yet.

   He struggled to tell me something about the boy,
Anakin, and suddenly I *knew* this must not be. Knew
if Qui-Gon died now the consequences would be terrible
for me, for Anakin, for the Galaxy, he *had* to live!

   I could feel the Force gathering around us, reached
for it. I don't know what I was thinking or even if I
was thinking. It was as if the Force Itself were
acting *through* me deciding what to do and doing it. 

   It - I? - reached into Qui-Gon's body, explored the
terrible damage inflicted by the Sithlord's lightsabre
and undid it, erased it as though it had never been.
His presence, faint, flickering, close to extinction
suddenly flared back full strength dazed, almost
frightened, before sinking into unconsciousness then
the Force let me go and I tumbled after him into the
dark.

   I woke to the sound of Anakin's voice telling an
incredible story. It seems not only did he fly his
fighter into battle but he single handedly took out
the droid control ship saving the Gungan army from
annihilation.

   Queen Amidala was there too, trying to hide her
giggles as she watched Qui-Gon's face. I enjoyed it
too, my Master's unchanging serenity in the face of
any and all catastrophes can be *very* trying. It was
good to see his composure dented for once.

   It wasn't until the conversation turned to the Sith
warrior that I began to remember; the fight itself and
after. I pushed it away, it had to be a dream or a
delusion. Such things just don't happen in this day and age!

   The idea a Sith had been using the Trade Federation
to take over Naboo frightened the Queen badly, not
that I blame her! it worries me too. Naboo seems such
an odd target, a nice little planet but not rich nor
of any stategic importance I can see. Sith don't have
a reputation for whimsy, there must be a reason, it
bothers me I can't find it...

   Eventually her Majesty took Anakin away. I turned,
a little nervously, to Qui-Gon. "Master," I said
hesitantly, "I seem to remember you were wounded -"

   "I was dying." he corrected quietly, eyes steady on
mine. "You saved me, healed me."  

   I stared at him. Not a dream then or a delusion.
There are stories, legends from before the Sith Wars,
that tell of miraculous healings worked by ancient
Jedi Hero-Saints but nobody takes them seriously,
except perhaps Qui-Gon. He would, he believes in
prophecies why not miracles too?

   Looks like he's right on both counts.

   "I don't understand." I managed to get out through
a tightening throat. I'm about as far from a
Hero-Saint as it is possible to be!

   "Neither do I," my Master answered gently, "It's
the doing of the Force, we should accept it and be
grateful."

   I'm trying. Gratitude is easy, acceptance comes
harder. I'm scared, I *never* expected anything like
this to happen to me. I've killed a Sith and healed a
mortal wound, things no other Jedi's done for at least
a thousand years. And I think I know why which scares
me even more. 

   I wonder what the Council is going to make of it
all.

   I'll find out soon. They arrived this morning from
Coruscant on the Supreme Chancellor's transport.

   "Better late then never." I murmured to her Majesty
as we watched it land.

   She gave a ladylike, or should I say Queenly?
little snort then stepped forward to say a few final
chilly words to a pair of miserable Neimoidians. 

   "Now, Viceroy, you are going to have to go back to
the Senate and explain all this."

   "I think you can kiss your trade franchise
good-bye." Panaka added with pardonable satisfaction
as he started his prisoners towards the transport. 

   Master Qui-Gon, Anakin and I followed. Bowed to the
ebuillant new Supreme Chancellor, the former Senator
Palpatine, who paused to say a complimentary word to
Qui-Gon and me, and pat Ani's shoulder before
continuing on to greet the Queen.

   Bowed again as the Councillors filed down the ramp,
grave and silent troubled by the reappearance of the
Sith. They don't know the rest of it yet.

   Qui-Gon's going to press for them to reconsider
their decision on Ani's training, I hope they listen.

   The boy is the key. The Force helped me save
Qui-Gon because Ani needs him. He *is* the Chosen One
he will defeat the Sith and restore the Balance, if
anybody can. He *must* be trained even if we have to
defy the Council and leave the Order to do it. 

   I hope it won't come to that, but if it does I go
with Qui-Gon and Anakin. I see now my destiny lies
along the same path as theirs. Now the Chosen One
needs Qui-Gon but someday he's going to need me too.