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Angelic_Sith Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 5/22/01 9:27pm Subject: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM)...update 9/21 - Date Edited: 9/21/01 7:55pm (21 edits total) Edited By: Angelic_Sith
	grins Ok..here goes nothing. I've been um...twidling with this story for awhile. And well my other plot bunny made a demand for a friend so here I am posting it. Timeframe: Pre/Post TPM. Though the pre part is pretty well into the past. Almost before JA if I'm right. Focus: Obi, Leona (note: this is not the one from the USJS threads, I made her up), Tal'ane (she's my sithly lady), and original character Shanar(Sara) Destiny. The handmaidens play minor roles, but they are there. Along with Padme. Summary: Shanar was born to a high ranking family of Scelaria a world that was entirely jedi. Tal'ane was chosen of the dark one, chosen to bring about the rise of the darkness yet one thing stood in her way. He found his place amongst the jedi, but was drawn to a pair of jedi that no one would speak to. His curiosity would bring about the revelation of a group of jedi previously unknown to the jedi, a revelation that would prove that the council did not wish them to exist. That a half galaxy away there was a woman with the ability to see the future and the heart that would not allow her to give up before the fight began. Spoilers: There is some singing since my main decided she wanted to sing. Hint: its moulin rouge in the EU. So don't be surprised if one or more of the characters sing, its fun..promise not to ruin the movie if you haven't seen it. Note: I do not own the sw galaxy, so don't hurt a writer for trying to entertain. Note: I rewrote this post hoping to catch a few readers...I promise I won't bite. I love to hear from you guys so by all means post anything. I don't care. If you hate it let me know, if you see a problem again let me know. I aim to please. Note (again I know..I'm sad but I keep thinking of things.): The preface is reccomended reading if you get confused in the main storyline. Otherwise its just a little back story. -----signature----- Sanity is for the weak minded. The Star Wars Fan Fic Writers Silent Challenge... Take 2 http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=10264456&start=10268758
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Angelic_Sith Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 5/22/01 9:28pm Subject: RE: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM) - Date Edited: 5/28/01 1:58pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Angelic_Sith
	Preface It is said that at the beginning of time there were two sides of the force, sides that remain till today. The dark and the light. The Maker being the one of the light and The Dark One being the one of darkness. Light and dark, no big thing when one considered the times. But to each go the spoils of war. With death the dark one gained much power, and so he turned the chosen of the Maker to his will. The chosen being the jedi. Dark Jedi sprouted like wild fire, spreading their ways to those with no knowledge of the force, nor its will. For had they known, what the makers chosen did know, they too would have feared the approach of dark minions. And so rose the battle of light and dark.. His chosen defiled by darkness, the maker moved against the dark one. Creating a haven for those of light, known only as the Valley of the Jedi. A meeting place of sorts; where only light could tred. The darkness quite content with its hold over the galaxy, allowed them this little indiscretion. Problem was that with one discretion came another; in a bold move the maker took his chosen and blossomed on a new world an entire race of jedi. Trained in the arts by a part of the maker known only as the son. It is he that brought about the knowledge of light and dark warriors. As such the darkness halted uncertain of the movement. Trained and fortified in the light, the warriors of that world ventured forth into the stars. Taking back the life stolen by the dark one's minions. Bringing peace and prosperity once again; they set up a single government of which they were a part. Contented with this role and heeding the makers warnings of a return of great darkness, they trained new warriors and kept silent watch for dark tidings. The valley long forgotten; their usefulness long past, the chosen slipped quietly out of the central government never to be seen from again. Their world disappeared from the charts, as did that of the valley world. It wouldn't be until many years later that their effect on the galaxy would return. A new breed of jedi arose, replacing the old warriors with those of peace. But the name senonimous with generations before them had stuck; they would be called jedi. But the chosen themselves did not teach this band of jedi their ways. No the son had returned to the new jedi taught them slowly the ways they needed to know. The darkness did come again; save this time it came in pairs. Apprentice to Master, it was said. It would have remained as such, save for one thing; a master with a wish to become more powerful than the jedi. His name was Kun, Exar Kun. The being that would bring distruction to the galaxy. It was Kun who found the jedi world, and discovered the hidden writings of the dark one placed there generations before. With those writings he became the holder of darkness...its chosen. Kun took this knowledge; trained another and finding no fault with his training went on to train yet more. Becoming once again the army of darkness. The dark one grew in power once again, feeding off the life energies of his willing victims. Where are the chosen did you ask? They were where they had always been, on their world safe and secure. But this time fate had changed. A dark master had found them, one of Kuns underlings.I t was said that there was a well on this world, a forbidden well. One that this master approached, dragging behind him a master of light. Dark forced light to drink and then did drink himself. It was said, that this well contained the waters of the knowledge of light and dark. And so when they drank from it the maker became enraged. Cursing them with the gift of knowledge of future events; and that no one would believe them until a time of great darkness had come and passed. This however was not that time. The dark master having seen the soul of darkness turned from it, coming back to the light. It is he that brought about the curse of dark prophesy, those who see and know the darkness. The light however was not all happiness, they too saw dark things. For light and dark are always intertwined. It is they who first called themselves prophets; for the jedi saw them as hated visionaries. One's not to be believed, spoken to, or even gotten personally involved with. As a result rift formed between the visionaries and the jedi, preventing them from fighting as one. It was the visionaries choice to go in amongst the jedi; to become them and as such prevent their demise in the great war. It was they who faced off against the dark warriors now known as sith. They who destroyed them, brought Exar Kun to his knees. But it was also unfortunately they who then imprisoned him there to wait; wait for another darkness to come. The jedi first discovered their existance by Kuns former masters' spiritand became instantly curious about their appearance. Where they had come from? The Prophets, as they now call themselves, did not reveal their origins. Fearful that they would be hunted down for their curse. They left; the jedi having been mind warped into believing they didn't exist. Years, generations would pass before the next war, the battle between Exar Kun and the jedi would once again reappear. He had discovered a willing victim. Someone who could, and did, allow him the use of his body. The other never knowing that he'd been betrayed by who he believed to be a friend. This time he moved more quietly, pulling dissenting numbers of the jedi out of the order and taking them to a descrete little world called Yavin IV. There he built up his power again. This time something went wrong, his minions began turning on eachother, and then finally on him. The darkness so ravenous in its hunger for death had taken hold of them. Leaving only one being behind, Darth Bane. It would be he who would later take the old ways and begin again, for it was he who discovered the world of the Chosen. This time Kun went willingly into his seclusion and forgottenness. For the Prophets had returned along with his unwilling victims master. Destroying the master of light, he failed to realize that there were beings beyond understanding all around him. The advance of the jedi was speeded up by their powers, for secretly the Prophets had gained knowledge and forgiveness of the maker, but retained their abilities. And once again had come to change the tide of battle. They had also spread across the stars, beyond their meger little planet and into numbers that no one knew. For not even they had taken count of those trained by their number. Their cause had turned to that of the shadows, a path where they themselves would become the people they sought to protect. Walking such a fine line between darkness and light, that the jedi's path was made into a walkway in comparison. This time though the jedi did retain their memory of the Prophets, and the rift of old began to carve its way between them. They became the outsiders, those who were never spoken of, never acknowledged; save by those who were to young to understand. Bane came to the Chosen's world, staying hidden in the edges of forgottennes, until he found an apprentice. He died shortly after training was complete. **************************************** Ok, so maybe it isn't so little. But trust me...its needed. -----signature----- Sanity is for the weak minded. The Star Wars Fan Fic Writers Silent Challenge... Take 2 http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=10264456&start=10268758
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Angelic_Sith Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 5/22/01 9:33pm Subject: RE: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM) - Date Edited: 6/2/01 3:07pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Angelic_Sith
	Chapter 1 Scelaria Prime, third month of the autumnal equinox Nashira had gone into labor long before she was expected to, but as with most things their leader remained unpredictable. Her husband was also missing, which was odd. It would be the birth of his first born. Usually they were very exicted and wanted to be there. But he did not, this puzzled Leona to the point that she would have brought it up. If it hadn't been for the results of the ultrasound she might have. Nashira Destiny was about to give birth to triplets, two girls and boy by the looks of it. The first of which was due to arrive any time. Which probably accounts for her screaming, Leona thought dryly hustling along the hallway. Her blue cloak fluttering in the wind as she raced across the courtyard. Master would be furious with her if he knew that she'd been daudling. Worried sick that their leader would end up with one or more children lost. The planet was worried, for nearly everyone she passed stood waiting. That was if they weren't already in the Healers Ward of the palace. A few of the other mothers had gone into labor as well, almost as if the maker himself had timed it so. She pushed past a milling crowd and flipped out the healers identification band on her wrist placing it into the nearest detector. It beeped allowing her entrance, she spared only a glance back at the crowd. How odd that they would stand and watch so. Birthing wasn't that exciting. She shrugged and headed at a more dignified pace towards the healers wing. She felt the sudden urgency in her masters presence and quickened her pace. Arriving to hear Nashira's scream, and her masters soft instructions. Why wasn't she using the force to quell the deep pain of the birth, surely it wouldn't harm the child. But then again the Destiny's hardly ever did anything normally. The other mothers were more quiet, releasing only softer less defined screams when a pain arrived that their limited strength could not protect them from. For an entirely jedi planet it was surprising to find so many of them waiting, they hardly ever waited. Unless they were at war, their leader in the thick of things. Then they waited, and waited. The scream of a baby brought her out of her hesitation at the door. "Leona get a blanket," Master Afgin called to her. "This one's got a healthy set of lungs on her." She strode up taking the girl from Afgin's hands. She cleaned her off and was about to let her mother see her, but Nashira screamed again. "Ah yes," Afgin chuckled. "Second one cannot wait can it." As if the baby could hear him, Leona chided him silently. Blushing when his eyes turned towards her, she had thought her sheilds were up. Apparently she had misjudged them. "Good Nashira," he guided her. "One more and," a second set added to the first. "Another girl," he grinned. Nashira collapsed against the table, her chest only faintly rising and falling. "I don't think I can do this any more," she muttered. "Nonsense," Afgin smiled. "You can handle anything my dear." He gave her a small pat. "Third one seems to want to take its time. Well we're in no rush." There was the hint of merriment in his voice. "Leona," he motioned for her to bring the first babe over and for her to take the second. She dutifully handed the child over taking the second one. Who had yet to stop screaming, she chuckled to herself. "You are a fussy one," she chided the babe. Almost like she heard her the girl stopped, staring up with wide slate gray eyes. "Ah, so you do understand." She tickled the baby, gaining delightful squeals from her. "There you go, see your laughing already. Be thankful that you were second, you may be able to keep your merriment a bit longer than your sister." "Oh," Nashira muttered. Leona turned to see her cradling her first born in her arms. "She's beautiful. I shall call you Shanar," her finger traced the line of Shanar's cheek. The girl was looking contentedly at her mother, her sister giggled. "We have a giggler in our family," Nashira smiled. "Very well, you my young daughter will be called Callista, for you bring merriment to the world." Nashira stifled a cry of pain. "Ah, here comes the third," Afgin lost his pride filled grin in that moment his features settling into a mask of caution. Leona snatched Shanar from her mothers arms before the wracking pains builded to unbareable. "Breathe Nashira," he chided noticing her slowly blue tinged lips. She took several breaths in between cries of pain. "There you go," he coached; gaining a reproachful glare from his leader. Leona could tell that Afgin tried his best to hold in the laughter that threatened to come. Most of the mothers gave him that look, which was why he was so patient with them. She busied herself with Callista and Shanar, bathing and cleaning them up. Before laying them in their respective cradles. Another scream greeted her ears, the one of yet another child being born, from the sound of it it was next door. She frantically tried to remember which lady was berthed in the next room. Yet another screamed interuppted her musings, "Its a boy Nashira." Afgin was exstatic with joy. Well he was about to bubble over with pride and happiness. That was until mother collapsed from exaustion. "Well then I guess you will have to wait to meet your son," there was no hint of unkindness in his voice. Leona took the babe, staring at Nashira's son. "He's got blue eyes," she exclaimed covering her mouth being quite embaressed at having said it at all. "Oh, dear me, my mouth has run away again." "Nonsense," Afgin chided her. "For when has it not my young aprentice." "You do have a point," the boy squealed with delight as she bathed him. "He's going to be forever wanting to swim you know. If he's this excited about water." Two other healers entered the room bringing nurishment and the curiosity as to what had transpired. All three babes cooed with delight at their unexpected guests. Afgin had busied himself settling Nashira into a bed prepared for her, she was still groggy but more lively than most mothers would be after three births. Nashira's slate gray eyes flicked over to the babies just once, and then she collapsed again. From the calm mannor about her Leona guessed she'd gone into a healing trance. "Out," she shooed the guests from the room. "The happy mother will tell the world when she's awake again. Now out all of you." She could hear Afgins chuckle of amusement, and took notice of the boy cradled in his arms. "Strange that he would have blue eyes," he remarked. "Beautiful none the less though." The blue eyed boy cooed in delight at the attention. ***************************************** And I am done for the night...see you all tomorrow..hopefully. -----signature----- Sanity is for the weak minded. The Star Wars Fan Fic Writers Silent Challenge... Take 2 http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=10264456&start=10268758
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Angelic_Sith Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 5/23/01 11:59am Subject: RE: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM) - Date Edited: 6/2/01 3:09pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Angelic_Sith
	Hmm...I hope I'm not making a pattern of stories that are never read. Cause well...that would suck. *************************************** Courscant, Jedi Temple Qui-gon heard something. Faint but prominent that first brought him out of his meditation. Someone was crying, soft yet determined. His brows knitted together for a moment, confusion taking him from his silent state. He stood smoothing out his masters robes, threw open the blinds, and let in the bright morning sun. He stood there for awhile just looking out into a teeming world. A flutter of robes caught his attention, followed by wispy lengths of black hair. She, for he was most certain that it was a she, cradled a small form in her arms. But no jedi healer or master approached her. Without hesitation he ran from his apartments down a flight of stairs, grabed a turbolift, and punched the button for the landing pads. Something about her stance warned him; she was grieving what she was about to do. Was that a baby in her arms, so small and delicate that she cradled it against her in the harsh wind. Surely the creche would have come for the child before then, possibly not even needing the mother to do what it was she'd come to do. He paused a minute waiting anxiously as the doors opened and he plowed through a throng of young initiates. It didn't make much sense, but then again many of the things in his life hardly ever did make sense. Why had she come there, if the baby hadn't been identified why was she there. But he was too late, for there bundled up against the cold, was a fairly young baby boy. His blue eyes looked up at him imploringly. A small datapad was fitted into the wrappings, he hesitated. He glanced around, searching for the mother. But she was no where to be found. He stooped picking up the baby, the boy cried out for a moment and then stopped looking up at him. Qui-gon plucked the datapad from the wrappings and read: His name is Obi-wan Kenobi. I beg of you to let him keep that name. For I have not the heart to watch him grow up without that little bit of love that I have given him. Please, I know that he is force sensitive, for his father was. Love him for I cannot. Love him like he was your own. I pray that one day I will be able to see him again, but that remains for destiny to decide. I know that the jedi will care for him, and do not search me out, for I cannot bare to lose him again. A.K. Qui-gon looked at the boy again, his father was force sensitive. He'd have to have that tested, for as with most things force sensitivity wasn't based on parentage. Though often it worked that way. Obi-wan's fingers latched onto his long hair grasping with a strength beyond his age. "So you want to stay huh," he whispered. "Then I shall grant your mothers request. Providing that you are to become a jedi." The baby tugged, and Qui-gon laughed. "Well you do seem to have the finer points of conversation down." "Master Jinn," called a timid voice from the doorway. "What is it?" "It, Padawan Anglin is a baby," he replied striding back into the warmer temple. "His name is Obi-wan." Anglin stood on her tippy toes to look down at the boy, her short form not even able to come to half Qui-gon's size. The young Alderrani girl tickled Obi-wan a little and he laughed. "See you've got him laughing already." "It appears so Master Jinn," she replied. Obi-wan's attentive gaze glanced back and forth between the pair. *************************************** -----signature----- Sanity is for the weak minded. The Star Wars Fan Fic Writers Silent Challenge... Take 2 http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=10264456&start=10268758
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Angelic_Sith Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 5/23/01 7:38pm Subject: RE: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM) - Date Edited: 5/23/01 8:28pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Angelic_Sith
	You know...I might actually take offense. After all this would make what three stories I've started, one that's survived and not a one of them has ever had a post in the first day. I'm beginning to wonder if this is a trend. What should I make it a little slower...so slow that it bores you to death in order to get readers. I don't even know why I bother posting my stories since all you guys ever do is stare at them. NO, don't bother to post the point has been gotten. Apparently I'm just not part of the click going on here. I'm sorry if my story seems to offend you because after all weren't stories invented to get something out of you. And for those who actually care, my day was going rather well. thanks for asking. I'll go back to be nothing becuase apparently that's what the world likes me to be. I'm done ranting. -----signature----- Sanity is for the weak minded. The Star Wars Fan Fic Writers Silent Challenge... Take 2 http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=10264456&start=10268758
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Angelic_Sith Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 5/23/01 9:02pm Subject: RE: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM) - Date Edited: 6/2/01 3:11pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Angelic_Sith
	I know...I'm a big softy..which gets to me sometimes. Here's to hoping someone will posts. *************************************** "And you're sure he's force sensitive," Qui-gon looked over to where Anglin was cradling the sleeping Obi-wan. "Positive," the healer replied. "He's strong, quite strong in the force. How'd you find him." Qui-gon hesitated to answer, would they try to find the mother. Surely he couldn't allow her wishes to be disregarded. "On the temple roof," it was a simple answer and completely truthful. Hopefully the healer wouldn't ask any more of him. "Probably dropped off by his mother," a sad look passed over the healers face. "A shame, she should have been asked. Given time to decide." "I think she already did," Obi-wan's giggle greeted his ears. He glanced over at Anglin, she was tickling him again. For a shy padawan she had a gift with children, he chuckled when Obi-wan grabbed hold of her short brown hair. "Now what are you going to do with that," she asked playfully. The boy merely cooed a response, "Don't know huh. Well perhaps you should give it back and think on it." Almost like he understood her he released his grip. Then gave a wide yawn before nestling once again in her arms. "Just like all my brothers, always falling asleep." "She seems to have a talent with him," the healer remarked grinning a little. "Yes she does," Qui-gon sighed. "Well I suppose I should leave him with you for the time being." "I'll see that he makes it to where he belongs," the healer replied almost detached from the situation. Qui-gon gave a slight bow and strode from the room, suddenly finding peace about it all. ************************************** -----signature----- Sanity is for the weak minded. The Star Wars Fan Fic Writers Silent Challenge... Take 2 http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=10264456&start=10268758
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Angelic_Sith Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 5/23/01 10:40pm Subject: RE: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM)
	another shameless upping of my own thread. -----signature----- Sanity is for the weak minded. The Star Wars Fan Fic Writers Silent Challenge... Take 2 http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=10264456&start=10268758
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Angelic_Sith Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 5/24/01 1:22pm Subject: RE: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM) - Date Edited: 6/2/01 3:13pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Angelic_Sith
	Well...I don't seem to have aquired any readers, at least one's that are posting. I promise I won't bite...please post. I hate to feel like I'm writing to an empty room. ************************************** Royal Family's Private Residence, Crisna, Scelaria Prime "And how are my little angels today," Leona couldn't supress a grin at the softness of Nashira's voice. Nashira stood over the three cradles, her long black tresses pulled back in a subtle braid. She seemed much rested from the ordeal the day before. The leader grinned softly at her three children. "I can tell you all one thing, I am never going to do that again. So you better be happy with eachother as is." "I'm sure they'll be fine with that," Nashira nearly jumped at the sound of her voice. "Master Afgin sent me to check on you." "Oh," Nashira turned back to her three kids. "They seem to be alright, no sign of a problem." "They're perfect Your highness," Leona replied positively beeming with pride at her leaders achievement. "Though Master Afgin wanted to talk with you about Shanar." "Is there anything wrong," Nashira's brows knitted together as she glanced from child to healer and back again. "No, he just wanted to speak with you," Leona reassured her. The babies gave a subtle cry, no doubt sensing their mothers distress. "I can watch over them if you like." "Yes," Nashira's hands wrung together in worry. "Thank you." She leaned into the cribs and gave each one a small peck before she headed for the Master Healers office. "Come in," Afgin's answered the worried knock from the door. "Ah, Nashira," he hurriedly put flimsiplast papers back into their files before ushering her to a seat. "I see Leona told you with her usual tact. Ah, well...about Shanar." "She's alright," Nashira was clearly worried. "Right." "Yes, I assure you its not life threatening. The babies are in perfect health. This was about her midichlorian count." "Oh," Nashira visibly relaxed. "Go on." "She seems to have a very high count," he answered slowly. "Stronger than that of most prophets." "She's a prophet," Nashira stood to her feet and began pacing. "I prayed that he wouldn't give her my curse." "The curse is handed down to the next generation Nashira," he answered gravly. "It always had been. She doesn't show signs of being suseptable to the visions just yet. It may be years before that happens." "The others," Nashira wrung her hands for a moment. "They're about jedi standard. Has your husband come to see you yet." "No," she stopped her brows furrowed in surprise. Just as quickly they relaxed. "Have they found little Tal'ane yet." "No," he replied gravly. "She hasn't been felt or heard from in weeks. They did say that your husband visited the town often and that she was drawn to him." "Many of the kids were," Nashira replied her form returning to stately grace. He'd have to time that reaction some time. "Besides it was his home town." "I suppose," Afgin answered. He wasn't so certain though, Nashira's husband tended to be quite seclusive most of the time. "Anyways I just wanted to inform you about Shanar's status." "Thank you," she gave an inclination of the head and left. ************************************ -----signature----- Sanity is for the weak minded. The Star Wars Fan Fic Writers Silent Challenge... Take 2 http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=10264456&start=10268758
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LadyStarHealer Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 5/24/01 2:20pm Subject: RE: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM)...update 5/24
	Hi! This is a really good story, Angelic_Sith! Please continue. -Lady Healer -----signature----- Please read ... Fighting from a distance- http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=1805440 Last Chance (Star Wars/Gundam Wing crossover)- http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3161515
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Angelic_Sith Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 5/24/01 4:56pm Subject: RE: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM)...update 5/24 - Date Edited: 6/2/01 3:15pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Angelic_Sith
	thank you LadyStarHealer, its nice to know that you think so. ************************************ "Master," Ta'lane gave a small bow, causing her tousled black locks to fall in her face. She laughed silently to herself about it, it was so easy to just lift them out of the way. But what would be the point. At ten years of age she'd finally found someone who agreed with her old master. She'd saught him out, well actually he had come to her. Teh'jean Destiny had come to her. After all this time Master Bane would have his wish. The legacy would go on. At least her master was content to believe that he was the master, and she would allow him that much. There was no denying the way they were drawn together; the pairing of dark master to apprentice was complete. As such she was willing to let the belief that he was the teacher befit him and did not brake him from that. He beckonned silently for her to follow and they stepped out the back door of their hillside retreat. A place he had found, only because she wished it to be so. "Can you feel it," he asked. She concentrated for a moment letting the dark waters engore their wanton desire in her for a moment, she felt it. Nashira Destiny had had three children, all of which lived. She grimaced, she'd faught hard to prevent that pregnancy from surviving. The maker apparently had disagreed with the Dark One's wishes. "You will have to go back soon," she replied. "Status must be kept." The force whiped out sending her flying backwards where she skidded to a halt. She coughed forcing air into her lungs, he was getting presumptious again. "You do not speak," his brown eyes flamed with dark power. Anger flared through his veins, she could feel it. "Unless I wish it. Do not ever forget that." "Yes, master," she muttered. Though silently she cursed the Dark One's choice of master for her. "I will go back," his hand gestured and she was brought firmly to her feet. His dark will empowering her forward. "Never forget your place, apprentice." "As you wish my master," she replied though she could not keep the disgust from her voice. "How long will you be away?" "As long as I am needed," his grip lessened. That was her cue to scurry back to the retreat. She didn't, she refused to become a slave to an idiot. He was no dark master, no more than she was his apprentice. 'Patience,' wispered the dark one's voice. 'He will have his uses.' She caught the glare from her master and held her ground. 'Do as he commands.' She hissed for a moment and then trudged back to the retreat, longing for the day when she could be rid of such pathetic little men who believed themselves masters of the dark waters of the force. The door blew open at her will and she stormed inside slamming the doors behind her. Disgusted with the lack of talent in him at all. ************************************* -----signature----- Sanity is for the weak minded. The Star Wars Fan Fic Writers Silent Challenge... Take 2 http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=10264456&start=10268758
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Angelic_Sith Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 5/24/01 10:31pm Subject: RE: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM)...update 5/24
	Upsy mister thread. Must let people know you are there to read. -----signature----- Sanity is for the weak minded. The Star Wars Fan Fic Writers Silent Challenge... Take 2 http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=10264456&start=10268758
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LadyStarHealer Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 5/25/01 5:10am Subject: RE: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM)...update 5/24
	Great Post, Angelic_Sith!! Can't wait until the next part! See ya. Lady Healer -----signature----- Please read ... Fighting from a distance- http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=1805440 Last Chance (Star Wars/Gundam Wing crossover)- http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3161515
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Angelic_Sith Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 5/25/01 5:24pm Subject: RE: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM)...update 5/24
	There should be some more later tonight, I'm still editing what I have and well Tal'ane's becoming a little stubborn. She hates being forced to wait in line for a scene. So I have her next few to finish and then editing. Ah, I knew I should've stuck to stories without evil sith ladies in them. Upsy... -----signature----- Sanity is for the weak minded. The Star Wars Fan Fic Writers Silent Challenge... Take 2 http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=10264456&start=10268758
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TEROSWARRIOR Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 5/25/01 6:06pm Subject: RE: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM)...update 5/24
	Angelic, I liked your intro and I see definite potential. If you will take more time to proof read your story, add some comas and punctuation, check words on spelling, it would make reading it more fun. Otherwise, these small things distract from the flow of the story ,breaking it up and distorting the mood you create by your interesting concepts and symbology. You are a deep thinker, the world needs people who are deep, and I look forward to reading your work. Illuvatar -----signature----- Evil is the God-Force losing its awareness Good is the God-Force gaining in cognition of that which it comprises.
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Angelic_Sith Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 5/25/01 6:19pm Subject: RE: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM)...update 5/24
	Yep, I here ya. Been workin on edits all week. Silly me forgot that I was using a program without the precious little spell checker. Thank's for the comments. -----signature----- Sanity is for the weak minded. The Star Wars Fan Fic Writers Silent Challenge... Take 2 http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=10264456&start=10268758
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Angelic_Sith Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 5/25/01 9:17pm Subject: RE: Shadow Princess: The Chosen (AU Pre/Post TPM)...update 5/24 - Date Edited: 6/2/01 3:16pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Angelic_Sith
	I know its short, but well..its important. ************************************* "Nashira," Leona turned at the sound of a soft baritone voice at the doorway. She heard Nashira's stifled gasp, and the soft padding of her feet. But had to calm her face at the sight of Teh'jean Destiny at the door. "I came as soon as I could," he muttered catching his wife in three quick strides. She couldn't put her finger on it, but he always seemed to feel wrong to her. Though why that was she couldn't figure out either. Strange, she thought to herself. She turned back to dressing baby Callista, letting the couple greet each other in silence. She tickled Callista's foot gaining a rain of giggles from her. "There you see," she spoke softly to the child. "You will always have merriment. No matter what happens." The girls pudgey little fingers grabbed for her light blond tresses, Leona tried to prevent it by slipping the hair over her shoulder but the girl latched onto the other side. Quite happy with herself she giggled triumphantly. "Uh oh," Leona muttered. "You've got me." Just then Shanar screamed, letting loose an ear peircing cy. Leona tried to peer around her hair, but she couldn't. Then finding it was no use pulled it from Callista's grasp. But the girl latched on once again to another set of locks that presented themselves. Teh'jean was backing slowly away from the girl, almost frightened by her reaction. Nashira came over taking Shanar from her crib and rocked her until the girl was silent again. "I'm sorry," Teh'jean muttered. He didn't really sound sorry, more contemplative. Almost like he was trying to make sense out of his daughters reaction to him. "It's ok," Nashira soothed both husband and daughter. "She just doesn't know you yet." The explination really didn't make sense, Leona had seen some fussy children in her day. But Shanar wasn't a fussy child, that reaction was because of something else. She made a mental note to ask Afgin about it later on. Callista tugged on the lock of hair bringing her attention back to her. "Oh, so now you want my attention," Leona playfully teased the baby. She heard a gurgle from Jathan, who surprisingly had no problem being handled by his father. Teh'jean cradled him and bounced him a little, not too much though. It was like watching someone act like they were doing something a father would do. Teh'jean smiled at his son but something told her that he'd heard what she'd been thinking. She mentally checked her sheilds and found that they were firmly secure. She could think whatever she wanted to without fear of anyone save the maker hearing her thoughts. Shoving the worry from her mind, she pried her hair loose from Callista's grasp and gave her a small pat, setting her down in her crib. "There you go, sweet dreams little one," she gave a bow to the parents and slipped from the room. Leona checked her crono on her way down the palace steps and panicked, she'd completely lost track of time. Now Master Afgin would certainly have it out for her. She'd missed the biochemistry lecturne she was supposed to attend. She smoothed her robes out and took off at a run for the lecturne hall. It would only be part way through her second class, she could find Fini and get the notes for the other later on. Surely Fini wouldn't have missed it. ************************************* -----signature----- Sanity is for the weak minded. The Star Wars Fan Fic Writers Silent Challenge... Take 2 http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=10264456&start=10268758
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