The Seventh Sister's POV

Our journey to Ilum had so far been as unsuccessful as when we started. We got more riddles and problems to solve.

Figure out my past? How was that supposed to help me?

Ezra and I had had a long talk after we both woke up from our dreams. After a few minutes, all's we had figured out was that both our dreams started out the same way, with the people calling for Lucy, whoever she was.

"Now, where to?" Ezra asked me.

I was taken aback a moment before answering. "How am I supposed to know?"

"We are discovering your past. Where are you from?" Ezra questioned.

"I grew up on Coruscant." I said.

"But where you born there?"

"No."

"Then where were you born?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"This is going to be harder than I thought," Ezra sighed.

"Just because I don't know doesn't mean we can not narrow down our options," I pointed out.

"Then let's start narrowing it down!"

"Most definitely not Coruscant," I said.

Ezra and I sat in silent for a few moments. We both seemed to be stumped. Then, Ezra snapped his fingers as an idea formed.

"Mirial!" Ezra exclaimed.

"Of course! It is the home planet of my species! How did I not think of this?" I said as excitement tingled through my skin.

"Setting coordinates," Ezra said.

"But, where do we start on Mirial? It is not like there is going to be a big sign that says , 'Here Is The Home Of The Seventh Sister,'" I pointed out.

"That's what the Force is for," Ezra smirked.

"Of course it is," I said, rolling my eyes. "It is our own personal navigation system."

"Is that sarcasm I detect?" Ezra said, raising an eyebrow.

"What ever could you mean?" I said dryly.

"Anyway," Ezra said, ignoring my comment. "When we get outside the planet's atmosphere, we can just try meditating and see if the Force will guide us."

"And if it doesn't?" I asked.

"Let's just hope it does," Ezra said.