Note 1: It's a post NJO AU so don't expect any Dark Nest references Note 2: Each chapter of this story will be told from the point of view of one of the four main characters. The name of the person ?telling? the current segment of the story will be displayed next to the chapter number. Note 3: The views expressed in this chapter are Jaina?s, not mine. I do not believe that thirty is in any way old, I am simply using a combination of some of the real life angst my mother?s youngest sister experienced when she turned thirty and a slightly exaggerated version of my opinion of how Jaina would react to getting older and I do not wish to offend anyone. Note 4: That slightly exagerated thing applies to the behavior of most of the characters in the first few chapters, just so your warned. Note 5: This is just a short teaser prologue (in fact, it's becoming shorter than my notes and one or the other will eventually have to be editted to restore balance) the rest of the chapters will both longer and better than this. But enough of my nervous rambling Two?s Company, Three?s a Crowd, and Four?s Just Confusing Prologue: Jaina None of what I am about to tell you ever would have happened if I hadn?t looked at myself in the mirror. I don?t mean that in some metaphoric, confronting my inner demons and hypocrisy way, I mean that my downfall was actually, literally taking a long look at myself in my bedroom mirror. I don?t usually primp in front of mirrors, and with the force as my witness I never will in the future, but, on this particular day, something happened to catch my eye; a wrinkle. I?m not usually vain, but I must admit that the appearance of this offensive addition to my otherwise attractive face disturbed me deeply. I?m afraid of getting old. It had freaked me out when I had turned thirty last month. I?m afraid of not being able to fight and defend myself and those I love from the so called ?forces of evil?, being the sword of the Jedi is all I know how to do. Now I know my mother had handled aging well and still managed to keep herself in fighting shape. Of course she had never been on the front lines like I had, her body hadn?t suffered as much abuse and reconstruction as mine had. I also didn?t possess the grace and aura of dignified nobility that allowed my mother to carry her age well. I was going to grow into a shriveled up rancor-faced sack of wrinkles crippled by the injuries of her youth. This was the first step. I was growing, or at least I was going to grow, old. Moreover, I had no one to grow old with. I had ruined every chance I had had at happiness and now I was going to die alone. I was never going to have the family I had wanted to have eventually, at least not before i was too old and decrepit to enjoy having it. Wallowing in this revelation of my mortality and loneliness brought about by a thin line nobody would ever notice anyway I did something that I would regret for a long time to come, I said ?Yes.? Zekk had tried to propose to me before and I had naturally explained to him the many reasons why that was not a good idea (not the least of which was that I wasn?t sure if I felt or even could ever feel the same way about him as he had always felt about me), but that never discouraged him for long. True to form he came back for more abuse on the fateful day I discovered the wrinkle. We went out to dinner under the guise of old friends catching up and halfway through desert he asked me to marry him, more out of habit than any hope of getting the answer he wanted. This time though I said yes. That?s when the real trouble began.