It was a cold and terrible morning. A long battle had raged on an unknown battlefield far from the inner rim of the galaxy. The core worlds were dreadfully far away from what had just happened. I'd seen it happen in a vision years ago, when we were just finding our way through our new love. In my vision, she was destroyed. My brother and his accomplice were the hands that held the blades that took her life away in my vision. They killed me too, struck me down after forcing me to watch her last seconds ooze from her wounds and then darkness. This time, it was no vision. It was reality.