Shadows of the Republic: The Beginning of the End

[Serena Laran]

Serena pulled a brush through her long red hair, trying to catch her reflection in the tiny mirror that graced her quarters on board Serenity. The years had not been unkind to her, but she was starting to feel... old.

It probably had something to do with all the younger people around her. Rhianna and Morgan, her two padawans, were in their early twenties. She was looking fifty standard years in the face. Serena smiled, then put the brush away, separating her hair into three strands so she could braid it before she went to bed.

Thinking back, she remembered being Rhianna's age, just a young Jedi looking forward to all she could offer the galaxy as a Jedi diplomat and healer. Had it really been that long ago?

Serena tied off her thick braid with a hair tie, and padded over to her bunk, lying down on top of the thin blankets. With a wave of her hand she turned off the lights, and lay in the darkness. Thinking.

Remembering.