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"It's not so simple to tell who has Jedi potential and who doesn't," Luke said, sensing Jaina's despair and self-reproach. "Especially if they don't know it themselves. Even Darth Vader had no idea that your mother Leia had Jedi potential, though he spent quite a lot of time near her.

You can't blame yourself, Jaina."

Tenel Ka spoke up, a distant look in her cool gray eyes. "Zekk made his own choice for his own reasons," she said. "We all do."

"But how could he betray us like that?" Jacen asked.

Jaina winced at the word. "He can't betray us!" Her voice was hot with the strength of her emotions. "He won't, he promised. And he'll be back.

I know it."

"The pull of the dark side is strong," Luke answered. "It's possible to turn away from it, but the price is always high. It cost your grandfather his life.... "

"But there's always hope-for Zekk, even for Brakiss. We have no way of knowing. One thing I do know, though." Luke turned his face toward the sunlight and enjoyed the feeling of the free breeze ruffling his hair.

"The forces of darkness are gearing up for a full-scale war."

"Do we have to just wait for them to make the next move?" Jacen asked.

"Can't we try to prepare ourselves for the coming fight?"

Luke looked with pride at each of the young Jedi Knights. "Yes, we can. A great battle is coming," he said, his voice tinged with both sadness and hope. "The Jedi Knights-all of us-have no choice but to prepare for it."

It's time for the Jedi to choose their weapons...

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Book 3