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Force_Triad Registered: May '06	Date Posted: 1/9/07 12:39pm Subject: The Triad Chronicles (Book III now in progress, OC's, Qui-Gon) ~~ Updated 4/11~~ - Date Edited: 4/10/08 10:01pm (57 edits total) Edited By: Force_Triad
	Title: The Triad Chronicles Book I: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow Author:(s) Layren and Neon Star Summary: Always in motion is the future is a common Jedi teaching, but when destiny knocks on the Jedi Order's door, one little youngling discovers that is not always true and he must be ready for the destiny of a lifetime that awaits him. First in a multi-saga series. Genre: A little of everything, AU Timeframe: Varies through the series. Disclaimer: The Great Flanneled One owns all recognizable objects. The OC's belong to us Please ask before borrowing them Author Notes: This is completely different from our original Days Like These series. The first half of the beginning piece here is the only thing left of the old series, the rest has been entirely redone We do hope you enjoy this latest rendition. Feedback is greatly appreciated and strongly encouraged Author Note Addendum: We're keeping everything here in one thread if it goes with the Triad series. Prequels and other projects with the Force_Triad sock are stand alone, with no prior reading of this series as necessary. Hope we didn't confuse anyone too much Special thanks to Lord_Timotheus for the wonderful cover art! Prologue: Servants of the Force 'Tis all a chequer board of nights and days, where destiny with men for pieces plays; Hither and thither, and mates, and slays. ~Edward Fitzgerald Dawn of the Jedi Order He looked out over the vast landscape of Coruscant, eyes roving over the slowly building cityscape around the Temple, and the grass lands beyond. This was the sight of the new government, a thousand years in the making, only a short decade old. This was also the sight of their slowly organizing faith. The Jedi had been around for longer then this Republic; far longer, but never had they stepped from the shadows and gathered together, making themselves truly known to the galaxy. The underground religion as it had once been called was finally centering itself, on this fledgling world, right beside the growing government. "Magnificent, isn't it, brother?" a voice purred in his ear, as a familiar sense flooded around him. Smiling a little, he turned to meet matching blue-green eyes, set in a face that was a mirror of his own. "Jerric, I didn't know you were back. How did it go?" he grasped his twin's forearms tightly looking intently into his twin's face. "Well, very well. I managed to find a sect in the Morith system. They're agreeing to send representatives to meet with the others here. Soon, we'll truly be the order we dreamed of, Merrick," Jerric stated. The younger grinned, before pulling his brother into an embrace, "That's wonderful. Have you told Master Sani yet?" The older shook his head, "I wanted to see you first. Being gone for nearly six months is far too long, dearest." Merrick laughed a little, "I'm glad for that," he pulled away finally, letting him go, "I did miss you..." Something dark flickering in those orbs alerted the older that something was wrong, "Not just because I was gone, though. What happened, Merrick?" Merrick turned away, one hand toying with his thick, long brown-blond hair, "I had that dream again, often while you were away." There was tension now, between them. Jerric knew what he meant, that dream seemed to come more often this last year, since they came to Coruscant, and started to help build this Order. "It's always the same, that three-sided triangle of fire, ice, and life, twisting, burning in my mind. Then that light, that bright, all consuming, all seeing light that fills me with as much dread as it does peace... And in the midst of it, I'm starting to be able to see something within that light, a shape, and outline of a person... The dream is getting clearer, Jerric, but I still don't know what it means, except that it means something to this Order," Merrick said softly, voice barely above a whisper. "Master Sani still can't help you?" his brother asked, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Reaching up, he grasped that hand, "No. Even as the head of our Order, he does not know what to make of it, nor why it is I that is having it. And all I can feel, besides that it deals with the Jedi, is that it does not pertain to our time." "How do you know that?" Jerric asked softly. "I can feel it. There is no great darkness, as there is in my dreams. In my dreams, that darkness is all consuming. We, as old as we are, are too young to have such darkness festering in our midst at the dawn of our Order. What I felt was old and had a long time to grow. What I felt, was the ending to our beginning." ~~ First Sith War* Familiar darkness encased him, penetrated him as he lay there, partially aware of what was around him, crimson eyes half shut. He could feel the hands touching his hair, the lap under his head, the cold floor pressing into his back where he had collapsed. He could hear her, faintly, could hear the repetition of his name over and over growing more frantic. He could still taste the slightly dusty air of the inner Sith Temple, the place of achieves. Could still smell the faint traces of blood and sweat that lingered on both of them. But his sight was completely black. He knew what was happening. He had no fear of it. Visions were common within him, thus why he was considered the greatest seer of the Sith empire. There was nothing to fear, even though it was so rare these days that they would attack him so viciously. Slowly, bit by bit, his senses shut off. Hearing first, her cries stopped. Smell and taste also died, as he stopped breathing, giving himself over fully to that immense power. The Force wanted him to experience this with all that he was, who was he to deny it? Touch last, as his skin went numb. He felt nothing after that, not within, not without, as he waited calmly, patiently for as long as the Force wished. In the end, above even the Sith, he was the Force's servant and he would do as it willed. He didn't have to wait long, before a light, far stronger then any he had ever seen, blinded him. This light was neither the Jedi's light nor the Sith's darkness. No, it had no inclination; it simply was, without judgment. And yet, it was almost both as it pulsed through him, ripping like a blade, before something seemed to contain it. Blinking in the twilight aftermath, he found himself on his knees, looking up into a silver mirror. For a moment, he could only see his reflection staring back at him. Then another blink, and again he was looking to what looked to be his own, except this other was standing. Not only that, but the eyes he looked into were ice blue, not crimson, and the wings were white, not black as death. In his hands was a shield, and at his side, and behind him, were two humans. The one at his side was golden, dusty in skin, bright in hair, with eyes like green fire. Slightly shorter, he stood protective, the old fashioned metal sword practically shining in his knowing his hands, one foot just slightly forward, to attack if needed. And behind them both, taller than both, dressed in what looked to him as Jedi garb, just as the other two were, was a man younger than they, with earthen brown hair and beard, and blue eyes as shimmering as the stars. They protected this man, who the seer could make out had a key hanging about his proud neck. Just beyond them lay the door in which the light had been locked away. In that instance, Theron knew the key was for that door, and he knew exactly what that door contained... Slowly, he reached out to touch that mirror, when the vision shattered. And he found himself looking up into his lover's worried green eyes, as she caressed his face. “Theron, what happened? I've never seen you lose control of a vision like that...” he stopped her words, by lightly touching her cheek with clawed fingers. “Estella, I have seen the beginning of all, and the ending of it. For both Jedi and Sith,” he breathed softly, “This war, all of it...” Slowly he sat up, hand trailing down cheek, over her flesh, to rest at her abdomen, “All of it is meaningless to what will come. In a thousand... Nay, ten thousand, a new dawn will break, and it will start from us.” ~~ Current Republic Age* “Is it time?” the older asked, eyes of the see glancing over through the shadows towards the other. Crimson eyes glinted in amusement, “We've both waited a long time have we not, Merrick Tryphen?” “Some longer than others,” was the return, “In more unconventional ways than most.” “Indeed,” a humorous less chuckle, “I in the darkness of death, waiting for rebirth by my hand, and you upon the edge, in an immortal state of frozen time.” “That is what we felt we had to do, to see this ending through. We each have our part, in what is to unfold.” “In more ways than one, though why ask me if it is time, when you are also a seer? The first among many in the Order you built,” Theron mused. “For you know them as I do not. You know their faces, and you are stronger yet in sight,” Merrick admitted, without a grudge to mar his tone. “I merely listen, that is all. The Force reveals what it will, to whom it will. It merely is that I seem more privileged then most,” the slightest shrug of ethereal shoulders, “But shall I tell you? The guardians have come, chasing each other, one to one, each one of ours. The first I claim. Even now, his heart is open to me in the world that born us both. Would you claim that which was born from your twin's line in the same manner?” “I shall wait. It is not yet time for me to intervene, as it is not yours,” the warning there was clear, though the Sith did not heed it. “I play the game as I will, and you will do the same. You will see. But for now, I find I will exit my self-made prison soon, and step forth once more in the physical realm,” the spirit moved away, only to pause as he felt his companion take breath. “I do wonder, how you gained the chance to come again, when others have not,” Merrick commented softly. Theron turned to him one last time, “Because my purpose has not yet been fulfilled, just as yours has not. Each of us has been granted immortality in our own ways, to serve that purpose. We were made for them, as they were made for him who is to come. In the end, we are all the Force's pawns, and destiny will play as it must be set. I will see you soon, Jedi, among the living this time.” -----signature----- Joint sock of Layren and Neon Star The Triad Chronicles http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/25934993/p1/?0
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 1/9/07 12:56pm Subject: RE: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow (OCs) AU
	So nice to see another story by you! Please put me on the PM list. -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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KrystalBlaze Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 1/9/07 3:40pm Subject: RE: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow (OCs) AU
	OOH! this is really different! I can't wait to see where this goes and the new material! Lovely stuff, guys. ready for the ride! -Krystal -----signature----- We'll go together... AHBY... always.
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 1/9/07 4:44pm Subject: RE: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow (OCs) AU
	That is quite different. I liked the visions of the future with both the Jedi and the Sith. I especially liked this. "It's always the same, that three-sided triangle of fire, ice, and life, twisting, burning in my mind. Then that light, that bright, all consuming, all seeing light that fills me with as much dread as it does peace... And in the midst of it, I'm starting to be able to see something within that light, a shape, and outline of a person... The dream is getting clearer, Jerric, but I still don't know what it means. Except that it means something to this Order," Merrick said softly, voice barely above a whisper. Great job so far. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 11/2/09 jedidas3's Master Merlin - Diplomatic Immunity - http://boards.theforce.net/nswff/b10808/30459852
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mari4212 Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 1/10/07 5:34am Subject: RE: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow (OCs) AU
	Oooh. bounces excitedly This? Is cool. Nice backstory, wonderful setup for the next bit. I can't wait to see where this goes from here. -----signature----- “The true delight is in the finding out rather than in the knowing.”~Asimov "Love is something more stern and splendid than mere kindness."~ C.S. Lewis Proud Padawan of Layren!
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Commander-DWH Title: Shiny Fan Fiction Manager Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 1/10/07 10:39pm Subject: RE: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow (OCs) AU
	meep! I am here, and I am reading. Intriguing beginning, I'm liking what I see so far. It will be very interesting to see where this goes. Considering, you know, I've yet to read the originals. I think I'll let myself be surprised. -----signature----- Complements (KOTOR)- http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/21177927/ Luminosity- http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27900517/ Barefoot hippie in the OC revolution Master of the lovely and talented SoA
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Lithiniel Registered: Jun '06	Date Posted: 1/13/07 7:15pm Subject: RE: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow (OCs) AU
	Oooh. I can see where this is already going differently than the original. I like it. Through Theron, you've made the Sith more accessible, more, well, human if you will, even if he's not. Can't wait for more! -----signature----- Padawan to Master Layren My Ghost Rider Fanfic: http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_fan_fiction/b10808/29492424/p1/?1
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Force_Triad Registered: May '06	Date Posted: 1/14/07 5:42am Subject: RE: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow (OCs) AU - Date Edited: 4/23/07 5:16pm (4 edits total) Edited By: Force_Triad
	VaderLVR64 We think it's nice too Very glad you're on board for this one, and you're on the PM list Now you can read the story from the beginning this time KrystalBlaze YAY!! New reader happy dance!! We hope you stick with us for the ride, it's been great fun, hope you enjoy it as much as we do! Dianethx Visions are going to play a big part in this story as you'll see Glad you liked that section, I was rather fond of it myself when Neon wrote it She wrote the opening post all on her own as Theron and Merrick both belong to her Glad you're still with us! Thanks so much for sticking around! mari4212 Yep the background is indeed a set up for how things are going to play in the future Commander-DWH YAY! Now you don't have to do a marathon read of the old series since it got scrapped At least we saved you 600 pages of printer paper and ink As far as where this will go, well we hope even Diane will be surprised, and she's been here from the first post of the original book 1 Lithiniel Whoops, didn't mean to leave you out! Sorry about that, I really should pay more attention when I'm doing replies and not do them before I rush out the door for church As far as Theron, yes, we have Even Palpatine was able to seem human to those he manipulated...Theron has to be able to seem human also. We're going to really deviate from the original in practically every way possible, so hope you enjoy it! Thanks for your comments everyone! We really appreciate them and they inspire us greatly to keep going Saren Wordlist: Nissan= Older brother Nihan= younger brother Mahte= Mother Nite'= brother of the heart ke'nite'= sworn brother of the heart Chapter One: Interwoven Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you. ~Marsha Norman He shivered curling further against his nite', as the white snow blew outside their small, broken down dwelling. The snores of his supposed fellow orphans rose in the air, creating a harsh symphony of exhaustion, brought by hunger, and the cold. By all rights he should have been asleep as well and had been some time before, but worry and that dream had woken him. Worry, for the two missing ones of their group, his older brother, and Jer'en. Both had left earlier that evening, determined to get something to eat, before another one of their gang died. They had already buried two in the last few weeks. One from the cold, the other had been caught by the guards while trying to steal and had paid for it. Starvation made one weak, and desperate. He sighed suppressing a whimper as chill air cut into his throat as he exhaled. He focused away from it; he didn't want to think about the death that had become his life since nearly after birth. He preferred the dream to his reality. That odd dream of being lost, alone in the wreckage and ruin of his world, without his brother or his ke'nite' or even sadistic Jer'en, alone, as he had never been, with only the darkness and the death around him, trying to consume him, till light. Bright, beautiful light, as golden as the sun. And in the midst of that light a boy, hair as shining as the light he was in, tan of skin, with lively green eyes, and no wings, which had been as odd as the hair itself. He knew him as human, only humans could have such hair and be wingless. It was a familiar dream, an old one, from the time he was an infant, till now. He had long since named the boy in his mind, truly, faithfully believing him to be Sala'ne' incarnate, even without his wings. Keeping that image in his mind, he smiled a little, relaxing as he started to slip back into sleep, only to awaken at the feel of a rough hand on his arm, before strong limbs picked him up, cradling him against a wet, cold chest. Looking up, he caught his brother's mismatched blue and gray eyes, as he heard Jer'en yelling to the others to get up. The faint sounds of blaster fire and explosions were nearby. His gut tightened, and his body tensed. 'We have to leave, Nihan. The guards have started up another fight, and it's coming this way,' his nissan said softly. Me'telnen nodded, understanding, as he saw his nite' get up from their sleeping spot, already awake and stretching swiftly. 'Ja', take Me'. Look after each other if we get separated,' his nissan ordered, setting him down so Ja'thernen could take his hand. The older of the two younger Saren children nodded, holding tight to Me'telnen's little hand, 'Always, Te'.' Te'renthe' nodded, before focusing on the rest, 'Let's go. Meet up at the hide out at the southern side.' There were agreements before they moved, running out into the thick snow outside. The explosions grew closer, and smoke was thick in the air. A fire burst in the ruined buildings farther down, but they moved away, rushing fast through the cold. Me'telnen kept his grip on Ja'thernen's hand, clinging inside to the remembered warmth of his dreams of that boy that he had seen. ~~ The Jedi initiate squirmed on his small bed as he lay staring up at the ceiling in the darkness. The room was lit only by the pale glow of his fish nightlight. He listened to the sound of his other roommate sleeping. There was almost no sound to be heard in the quiet stillness. Were it not for the fact that he had something on his mind, he would have drifted back to sleep almost as soon as he had awakened, lulled by the peacefulness of the silence. He had had the dream again. He'd been having it off and on for several weeks now and it was most curious. It wasn't a bad dream, really, but it was confusing. The place he visited in his dreams was bad. It was filled with something he didn't quite understand; it felt dark, and cold. The voices of the people there were harsh and his little ears couldn't understand them. They didn't look like any people he had ever seen before. There was one boy in particular who stood out among his people. His body looked human but he had white wings with blue tips at the edges and they came together at his shoulders. He had blue and gray markings around his neck and dark hair, and sharp pointed claws that could rip him in half if he chose. The little one had no idea what species he was, but he liked looking at him in his dreams. He was an interesting sort. The Light Force was in him and he was surrounded by the cold and dark on his planet. "Ky?" a voice whispered to him in the dark. "Yeah?" "Did you have that dream again?" "Yes." There was a long silence. "Maybe you should tell the Masters," Janek, a Bothan boy, sat up to look at his roommate. Kyran shook his head. "It doesn't mean anything bad, I don't think." "But maybe they still ought to know," his friend whispered back. "Maybe you're right. I might tell them," Kyran replied, yawning as he pulled his covers up to his chin. "Okay. I'm going back to sleep." "Me too," Kyran wanted to see the boy again in his dreams. He rolled over and yawned. Within minutes he was asleep again. ~~ He wasn't supposed to be there. Dark and cold, the cracked and ruined streets of the city he had been born and raised in were no place to venture out alone in, especially for a young child of only four who was already ill. Pale and trembling, bones easy to see under too thin skin, he seemed more ghost than mortal as he traveled, slipping from ruined building to ruined building. Shying from any sound, be it the far off echoes of blaster fire, or the tremble of rocks under his feet from distant explosions, he was quick to keep to the shadows though his white wings and flesh did little to hide him within their depths. He kept going, silent on bare, abused feet ignoring how the stones dug into his toughened skin, just as he blocked out the occasional body he passed, forgotten in the alleyways of the unfeeling city. His trailing senses, the curse of Theron as so many had said, picked up on the constant flux of emotions in the air, Especially at those places, the remaining fear of dying always made the darkness seem worse. He focused; keeping whatever small whimper that might have escaped him deep in his chest. He was close now, the sound of fighting proved it, as did the feel of that familiar and comforting hole within the darkness did. Rushing forward, he nearly fell, only to catch the edge of a crumbling wall. Stopping, he looked out to see the scene beyond. Te'renthe' was fighting again. At twelve, his Nissan was massive, at least to him, all fine muscle, despite his painfully thin appearance. At twelve, his brother was a killing machine. One badly beaten corpse nearby proved it, a deep, thick claw hole where his heart should have been, eyes taken by nails sharp enough to rend flesh and bone. Another lay off to the other side, slaughtered much the same way. It was his Nissan's trademark, to take the heart. But these... were not Sora'sa or Riku'ian, or even half-breeds. These were outsiders, and judging by the boxes near the large, silver ship nearby, they were smugglers, coming either to take what little resource Saren had left, or to sell their weapons to the Elders of the North. His heart trembled. His brother had never been foolish enough to tangle with humans. Even though humans were so much weaker, mere filth as Ja'thernen had once told him, they were almost always better armed, which was proving to be the case here, as one human, a bulky man with graying hair, smashed his Nissan from behind. Lightening arched from the odd club, causing Te'renthe' to jerk violently till he collapsed at his forward opponent's feet. Gasping at this, Me'telnen removed himself from the shadows, moving quickly and soundlessly, forward to aid his Nissan, only for the bulky human to turn, and grab him by the back of his neck, lifting his body up easily. Laughter boomed between the two remaining humans as words he didn't know were exchanged. He could now see other men, scattered through the area. So his Nissan had killed the rest... The one Te'renthe' had been fighting picked up the elder half-breed roughly, slapping on some odd type of cuff to bind his hands, before clamping on a restraint around his neck. The elder brother struggled as he came from his daze; only to jerk again as the collar flickered to life, sending small waves of lightening across his body. Me'telnen looked on helplessly for a moment, before struggling, small claws reaching up to rip at the hand holding him. The bulky man snarled, but didn't let go, merely closed his hand tighter about his thin neck, till Me'telnen felt as if he would snap him in two. Suddenly he was free of that crushing hold, flying, falling, and then crashing into a few abandoned crates nearby. The wood sliced at him as he fell through with the force at which he had been thrown. Winded, he could do little as he heard more laughter, and what he was sure was his brother's voice calling to him. Struggling, he tried to work free of the boards trapping him, only to freeze as he heard footsteps. The large shadow of the man who had caught him towered over him, before his eyes centered on the flickering flame in the man's fingers. Dropping the light stick, the human turned away, as the boards around Me'telnen caught on fire. Screaming now, he could only watch through the cracks of the crate he was trapped in, while they dragged his struggling, calling nissan aboard the silver ship, and its ramp rose. No matter how he struggled, he only found the boards holding him down wedging tighter; refusing him freedom as the flames grew close, hot air already burning his skin, and the sharp smell of burnt feathers and hair alerted him to worse problems behind. He called again, even though he knew his nissan long gone, stolen from him. He screamed, for his nite', or even Jer'en, wanting only to be free from his confines. No one answered, and he knew no one would. He was too far from the gang... Yet something moved, shifted, answered in him. Something that matched the darkness of the planet of his birth that contrasted against the light he kept locked in his own heart. It built quickly, in response to his fear, his anger, his hatred for the ones who had stolen his only family, while leaving him to die. He released it, and it answered violently, striking out and shredding apart his makeshift prison. Sobs came to him as he lay there, still in the midst of the burning wreckage that had been the crate. Whatever he had allowed to touch him, to help him, had come too late. He was injured, burned, weakened, and ill. And now he was alone. They had taken the only thing he had left in the world. ~~ The Temple gardens were a wonderful place to play. There were bunches of trees spread all throughout the area. The lake was the size of many large rooms put together. It stretched from one side of the garden to the other, running through it to naturally water the plants. The garden had many walkways, paths of laid stones so that one could easily travel from one area of the gardens to another if they had to do so quickly. The conservatory had a special monitoring system built in to allow light to the gardens. There were panels overhead that had been affixed to the ceiling. In the daytime the panels showed natural sunlight, complete with fluffy clouds drifting across to give the image of truly being outdoors. To further this image, at evening, the sunlight set and stars appeared across the darkened skylights. The initiates always were allowed time in the gardens to play, with close supervision by the crèche Masters. There were toxins in the gardens from plants that could hurt children especially, so the Masters kept close watch on them. The initiates often dared each other to get close to these plants and grab leaves from them as souvenirs. It was a test of merit and only the bravest would dare do such a thing. Today though, three-year-old Kyran Josel wasn't interested in bravery or earning merit from his agemates like he was most other days. He was more interested in the fish today. There was a large tree with a branch not too high to reach that sprawled out to just over the lake's edge. Perhaps he could climb the tree and sit on the branch to get a closer look at the fish. He began to climb, making his way carefully up to the branch, his face flushed with the effort of his climb. Suddenly, he slipped and he gasped, clinging tightly to the branch to keep from falling. He looked down at how high he was in the tree and swallowed hard. He drew on the Force as he'd been taught, trying to hold on to the branch in his sweaty palms. He knew he should call for help, so that one of the Masters could get him down. He slipped further off the branch, holding on now by the edge of his sweaty fingers. "Master Anya!" he cried, hoping for someone to hear him. Why had he wandered so far away from his age group? He couldn't hold on anymore. His fingers weren't strong enough to hold him up. He hit the ground with a loud thud and a nasty crack. He began to cry, sniffling as he clutched his arm. He had landed hard on top of it. He soon heard running footsteps. "Oh, Josel, what happened?" the crèche Master bent down kindly over him checking him over. "I wanted to look at the fish," he wailed. "I was trying to climb the tree to see them and I slipped," he sniffled. Master Anya took his arm and felt it gently to see if it was broken. "Ow!" He cried harder and tried to jerk his arm out of her reach and that confirmed it. "There now, it'll be all right," she said softly reaching out to the Force to ease the pain. "We'll have to get you looked at in the Healers." "But I don't like the Healers," he said sniffling. "I know you don't," she soothed. "No one likes being hurt or sick, but sometimes it can't be helped." She helped him up carefully. "It will be all right," she said again, drying his tears with a corner of her robe. He embraced her with his good hand, clinging as tightly as he could to her. "Am I in trouble?" he asked, sniffling. "No dear one, of course not; this was an accident. Accidents happen even to the best of Jedi," she rubbed his back comfortingly. "You were very brave to try and climb that high, but next time let's keep our feet on the ground and look at the fish that way." He nodded, his sobs dying to whimpers and sniffles, feeling comforted. "There now," she said, feeling that he was calming down. "Let's go get you cleaned up and taken care of." ~~ He kept quiet, though the pain was intense along his shoulder. He didn't move, because he knew it would hurt much worse if he did. That careful claw moved, slicing easily through the flesh behind his right shoulder, leaving blood, and the faint scent of burned flesh in its wake. His nite' had only just started, the bladed triangle almost complete, or so he felt. It hurt terribly, burned and itched unbearably. But he kept his peace. This had been what he had wanted. He had begged it from Ja'thernen, as soon as he had recovered from the almost life stealing illness and injuries he had gained at his nissan's taking. He had needed something, desired to hold on to something, and his nite', soon to be ke'nite', was the only one he could, especially now. He tugged a little on that warm, dark yet comforting presence in his soul. It answered with a comforting wave, and he could feel his friend's smile. Ja'thernen's presence linked to him as a result of the older trying to save him at the harshest point of his illness. Their life force locked together, or so his nite' had said. And Me'telnen wanted physical proof of that. Young as he was, at only four, he had already known the paths of inseperation, and the rituals behind them. He had desired more then anything to seal Ke' with Ja'thernen. Because he had no one left, except Ja'thernen. The other members of the gang rejected him now, because he had survived, where their leader had been taken away. Jer'en hated him, blamed him for Te'renthe's kidnapping. And in a way, Me'telnen believed him to be right. If he had not grown ill, his nissan would not have grown so desperate. But Ja'thernen didn't blame him. Ja'thernen had calmly soothed his fears, held him in the hours when he could only tremble, and assured him that at least one person on the cursed planet still loved him. It was enough. He bit his lip, forcing back the hiss of pain that wanted to come as he felt what he knew to be the dark twin, Theron's name, carved into him. Theron was what they called him now, for he was clearly of his blood line, cursed with his gift. The gift that bound him to Ja'thernen now, which was fine, and before... he had also been able to see things that would soon happen. His mother's death, Te'renthe's kidnapping, he had seen them both before they had come to pass, and had been unable to stop them. He had hated that. But now, the dreams no longer came. Nightmares still haunted him, but he understood nightmares. He had no one he could cry to for comfort anymore, so he had stopped crying, about the nightmares, about anything. Jer'en grew angry when he did, and Ja'thernen paid the price more often than not. So Me'telnen learned to keep his peace, now that he was well. Sala'ne's mark now; the dreams of that golden child were faded in his mind now, lost with the other sights of the future he had once had. There was too much sorrow and despair to think of hope. So the god child that he had longed for all his life, the one he adored secretly in his soul, perhaps even loved, was being shoved aside for the harsh truth. What couldn't hurt him wasn't real, which was another reason for this. Ja'thernen was hurting him, therefore, what he was, was real. The mark on his back was bleeding, and burned, thus it was real. The raw, fresh link in his mind pulsed just the slightest bit painfully, thus, it also was real. He could only trust what hurt. The great one's name, the name he had never heard in his life. Nissan had told him once, that none could say that god's name, unless they were without blood on their hands. Me'telnen had yet to kill, but he had been raised by those that had killed, to survive. Even his dear mother, who had been lost to the flames so long ago... It was almost done. The Tel'k mark was complicated, and as Ja'thernen cut into him further, to establish who Me'telnen now belonged to, the younger could only wonder how Ja'thernen had kept his silence when Me'telnen had marked him. Not with Le'taine'. Even though he knew it to be dangerous, Me'telnen had put his true name. The gods would accept nothing else, which led to the reason why he accepted being called Theron. For the incarnation of Theron from so long ago, the one who had started the war that had engulfed his planet for ten thousand years, was his ancestor. The line of Kemra was cursed. He was only beginning to learn just how cursed. Finished, Ja'thernen pulled away, and dabbed at the bleeding mark with a wet, dirty cloth he had found somewhere. It had already been stained with his blood, but it did the trick, and finally Me'telnen lowered his right wing, covering the mark. He sat up, smiling, though it was empty. Silently, he grasped his ke'nite's right forearm, before speaking, 'Now, we belong to each other.' 'Forever,' Ja'thernen agreed, with the slightest nod as he grasped Me'telnen's forearm in turn. ~~ It was midmorning when they came. Kyran was coloring at a table with his roommate, Janek, when he saw the two Jedi come into the crèche. The oldest one looked happy to be there. Kyran could tell he was the oldest by his white, silver hair. The other had dark brown hair and dark eyes and a serious expression on his face that suggested he'd rather be somewhere else. They went to the infant room where the youngest children were. Kyran puzzled about why they would be going in there. Nobody took babies as padawans. He was going to go find out what they were doing there. "I'll be right back," he said to his friend. "Ky, where are you going?" Janek asked, frowning. "I'll be by myself if you go!" "I'll just be a second," he said and scurried off to the infant room to see the two Jedi closer. Kyran peered around the corner to the infant room cautiously. The oldest had picked up a small infant and was rocking it gently, while sitting in a rocking chair. The younger Master's face was impossible to read. He caught the younger Master's eyes. They looked so sad, he was unhappy about something, and it wasn't just being around the infants that made him sad. He didn't realize he'd been staring until the older one spoke up, "Hello little one, what is your name?" He fairly beamed at them as he came further into the room gaining his courage. "Kyran," He said happily. "I'm three," he said holding up three fingers to show the Master how old he was. The Master rocking the infant smiled indulgently. "I see. You're quite the big boy now aren't you?" He nodded a serious expression on his face. "I'm not little," he fairly crowed with delight about it. "What's your name?" he pressed anxiously. "I am Master Zephir," Zephir said pleasantly. "This is Master Rixar." Kyran's courage mounted and he came over to stand next to them. He glanced up at Master Rixar who was tall as a Temple tower compared to him. "You're really tall," he said in awe, looking up at the Master. The other didn't smile back, and his lips moved stiffly as if he would rather not answer Kyran. "Not really." Kyran grew shy and left Rixar's side to go back to Zephir's. He looked at the Master for a moment before he repeated what he had said to Rixar, jerking his thumb in Rixar's direction. "He's really tall." Zephir's eyes twinkled. "That he is. You'll catch up to him one day." Kyran blinked in surprise at that. "I will? When?" he demanded. "Oh it will be several years yet," Zephir laughed. The infant in his arms started to wail and he cooed gently shushing the little one, rocking him back to sleep. "Years! But that's a long time," he protested. Zephir grinned. "You must have patience little one. You'll get there soon enough." Kyran mulled that over for a little while before he nodded seriously. "I see," he said as if he knew exactly what the Master was talking about. Zephir laughed gently. "Well youngling, what is one like you doing in here with the infants?" "I wanted to see you and him," he said pointing to the other Master who stood as silent as stone, his arms now folded across his chest. "Why did you want to see us?" "I wanted to know what you were doing. Babies can't be padawans can they?" Kyran blurted. Zephir shook his head and chuckled. "No, little one, we are not here to choose any apprentices. I merely enjoy spending time with children." "Oh," Kyran's brow furrowed. "I'm going back to my colors," he announced proudly, waving to the Masters before skipping off. "What did you do?" Janek asked when Kyran rejoined him at their coloring table. "I just talked to two Masters," he said beaming as he returned to his colors. "That's all." ~~ The blood was thick and heavy on his hands. The image was still burned in his mind, even as he tried to focus on the rain falling on him, soaking him, making the stains run till it looked like he was the one bleeding. But he was not. The body he left in the home the gang had claimed had been. Heavily, and now he bore the life he had taken. The life of his nissan's closest friend, his ke'nite's nissan; the one he had grown up fearing and possibly loving at the same time. He had murdered him, without thought; just buried his small, clawed hand through his heart. He had to do it. There was no doubt in that. The gods' seal on his shoulder demanded that he protect his ke'nite' from anything, and he had done so. Even though he had been propelled by the intense feeling of anger, of fear, he had known he was protecting Ja'thernen. But the look that Ja'thernen had given him after it was over... After he had risen from Jer'en still body, covered in crimson, nails coated in gore. Ja'thernen had looked at him in horror, and Me'telnen had seen disgust in his eyes. Disgust for the demon he had proved to be. Theron was his rightful name after all. To be able to murder a ten-year-old with his weak, four-year-old body, he could be nothing else but of the demons, especially such a strong fighter as Jer'en. Jer'en, who only Te'renthe' could defeat... He didn't shed tears. They were worthless; he had learned that long ago. There would be no one to hear him anyway in the midst of the roaring rain. He was alone again, by his own hands. The gang wouldn't accept him at all after this. He doubted Ja'thernen would either, even if it had been for his sake. He had only wanted to protect him... Jer'en had been about to kill him, after another angry moment in which for hours, Me'telnen could only watch as the older Sora'sa beat his younger brother, cursing him all the while. Just like always, except this time, this time there had been an almost insane quality to those hard eyes. Jer'en was going to slaughter his nihan. Me'telnen wouldn't allow it. So he had chosen Ja'thernen's life for Jer'en's, the stronger love for the lesser. Now he was lost, pained, and inside, he was feeling himself die. Because he knew he would be alone from now on. No one could love the darkness that was hardening inside, even if it only reacted when he most desperately needed it. And no one could love the demon he was, except perhaps Sala'ne'. But Me'telnen had lost faith in the gods after his nissan was taken, and the dream he had once was nothing more than dust to his mind. The rain was growing heavier. He shuddered, sinking down against the wall he had taken shelter against. It crumbled a little, against his wings, small chunks of stone falling to the earth as he curled there. 'Theron,' a voice called to him, eventually, after what seemed an eternity of silent torment. He raised his head, empty blue eyes seeking out and finding the owner of that voice. Ja'thernen stood before him, staring back with an unreadable gaze. His ke'nite' had never called him that before... A slender hand was thrust out to him, 'Let's go.' He blinked, unsure, and the older boy scowled, 'Let's go, unless you want to die here.' It was harsh, but he expected that. Ja'thernen had to be, to his nissan's killer. The gang would accept no less, Me'telnen knew that, and he could faintly see them through the rain, farther away, but watching. Watching as their new leader tamed the demon. He was still alone, but he was at least being offered a chance to survive. On Saren, one couldn't survive alone. And even if there was nothing left for him, he felt he had to live. His hand took Ja'thernen's, and he accepted that chance as he was hauled to his feet. ~~ Kyran was almost beside himself with eagerness. Today he was going to learn to use the lightsaber for the very first time! The time had finally come! His class would be taken to the gym in the afternoon where they did basic stretches to warm up and then they would learn the first two katas of Form I. He was so thrilled; he could hardly keep his mind on the rest of his lessons that day. "You're even dreamier than usual today, Josel," a cold, drawling voice said. Kyran looked up in surprise at the speaker. This boy was a Tarak, which meant he had six arms and was tall and bulky even at the young age of seven. "What's your name?" he asked. "I haven't met you before." "Rylar Zedriff," the initiate said, holding out a hand for Kyran to shake. Kyran took it gingerly and shook the other boy's hand. "How did you know my name?" he asked. "I've seen you around," Zedriff said dismissively. "You looked far away so I thought I'd better bring you back." "Today we're going to use the lightsaber!" he said, positively writhing with excitement. A ghost of a grin swept across Zedriff's face. "It's really fun. It's more fun than just doing stretches," he said. Kyran danced from one foot to the other happily. "How many forms do you know?" he asked curiously. "Oh I've lost count," the other boy said, finally smiling. Kyran considered that for a minute and he stared up at the other boy. "How could you lose that? Jedi wouldn’t do that." Zedriff's face turned red and he glared at Kyran. "No one asked you," he said darkly folding one set of arms across his chest. "Sorry," Kyran said quickly seeing the other boy's face. Zedriff frowned at Kyran after considering him for a few minutes. "Why don't you come and play with us?" Kyran looked surprised. "Play with you and them?" he asked gesturing to the older boys who were standing close by. Zedriff nodded. "We were going to play a game of vossball." Kyran looked interested at that. "Okay," he said brightly as he went over to join them. It would help pass the time till this afternoon at least and it looked like he had made friends with an older group of initiates. Maybe he could impress them with his skill at the game. His mind was whirling with exciting possibilities as the game began. ~~ Later that afternoon, Kyran bid the other boys good-bye. It had been very nice of them to let him join their game and he had done very well at it. "I have to go to lessons," he said seeing Master Anya herding his class into a line to leave the crèche. Zedriff smiled. "Good game Josel, see you around later," he said. Kyran hurried to get in line with the rest of his classmates. It was finally time! His heart was pounding in excitement as they got into the turbolift to take them to the gymnasium where the Knights and Masters trained. He drew on the Force using his lessons to calm down. It would not do to mess up with the lightsaber because he was too excited. They came to a small private room off to the side of the gym where about twenty training sabers were in racks by the door. Master Anya bid them all kneel in meditation style as they waited for their instructor to show up. Their instructor turned out to be a Twi'lekk Jedi Master by the name of Dalla Merasska. She had green skin and her lekku were dangling at her waist. "Good afternoon, children," she said patiently. "My name is Master Dalla," she told the silent class. "Before we begin, we need to center ourselves in the Force." Kyran was intrigued at that. Did Masters meditate before they fought all the time? He closed his eyes when she told them too and drew on the Force as he had been taught. He stood at Master Dalla's command and went to the rack where the training sabers were. He took a saber carefully out of the rack. He stared at it in his hands, mesmerized by the feel of it in his grip. His eyes grew wide as he watched Master Dalla go through the first five katas at almost lightening speed and he knew in that instant that he wanted to be able to move as fast as she did and use the saber as skillfully as she had. Someday, he thought wistfully. His mind drifted to the odd winged boy that he used to see in his dreams. He had stopped dreaming about him sometime ago, but somewhere deep in his heart Kyran felt that he would see him again and they would be Jedi together. ~*~ -----signature----- Joint sock of Layren and Neon Star The Triad Chronicles http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/25934993/p1/?0
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 1/14/07 7:51am Subject: RE: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow (OCs) AU Updated 1/14
	Wonderful post! Till light. Bright, beautiful light, as golden as the sun. And in the midst of that light, a boy, hair as shining as the light he was in, tan of skin, with lively green eyes. And no wings. Which had been as odd as the hair itself. He knew him as human, only humans could have such hair and be wingless. It was a familiar dream, an old one, from the time he was a infant, till now. He had long since named the boy in his mind, truly, faithfully believing him to be Sala'ne' incarnate, even without his wings. Loved this. -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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NYCitygurl Title: Manager of SFFBC, C&G, NSWFF, and Icons Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 1/14/07 8:04am Subject: RE: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow (OCs) AU Updated 1/14
	I really, really like this story!! Some parts are confusing, especally the relationships among the winged kids, but I'm very interested I take it that the Jedi and his brother in the prologue have been dead for several thousand years? If you're doing update PMs, I'd like to get them, please -----signature----- I agree with RJ Officially Idri's Muse
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Layren Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 1/14/07 11:13am Subject: RE: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow (OCs) AU Updated 1/14
	Some parts are confusing, especally the relationships among the winged kids, Sorry about that Nat! I forgot to put the word translations in when I was putting the post up this morning. It's been added now and hopefully it makes more sense -----signature----- Proud Master to Ara-gon The Triad Chronicles http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/25934993/p1/?177 (OC's) Into Another Day http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27926050/p1/?0 2008 Dear Diary Challenge I am Jinngerbread.
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Lithiniel Registered: Jun '06	Date Posted: 1/14/07 5:23pm Subject: RE: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow (OCs) AU Updated 1/14
	Wow. That's a very good post. I like how you're getting more into the culture of the Sora'sa... And isn't little Kyran cute? Just adorable! (Too bad he has to grow up... ducks) -----signature----- Padawan to Master Layren My Ghost Rider Fanfic: http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_fan_fiction/b10808/29492424/p1/?1
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Force_Triad Registered: May '06	Date Posted: 1/16/07 11:17am Subject: RE: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow (OCs) AU Updated 1/14 - Date Edited: 4/23/07 5:18pm (3 edits total) Edited By: Force_Triad
	VaderLVR Thank you! We're glad you're enjoying it NYCitygurl YAY! New reader happy dance! Really sorry I forgot to put the translations in! I hope they make more sense now As far as the Jedi and his brother being dead for a really long time... well, you'll just have to wait and see Can't really answer without giving something away You've been added to our list lithiniel Glad you liked the culture of Saren And Ky is awfully cute, and he's mortally offended that you think he could ever not be Chapter Two: On the Paths of Fate "There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures." ~ William Shakespeare Kyran was playing at the low table in the crèche in the art area. He was busy gluing a sculpture out of legimine noodles together and he was up to his elbows in the pasta. He had noodles stuck to his face from where he had swiped at an itch earlier and had forgotten to wipe his hands and glue and bits of pasta under his fingernails, but he did not care that he was filthy; he was having an extremely good time with his project. The door to the crèche swished open and the familiar tap, tap, of Yoda's gimmer stick as the small master entered the crèche. Kyran paid the sound no attention, gluing away at his pasta sculpture. Yoda's presence in the crèche was not something to be awed at. He taught initiate's classes frequently and he often came to check to see how things were down in the crèche. It wasn't until he reached for more pasta that he realized the Master was right beside him. "Hello, Master Yoda," he said beaming. "See my sculpture," he added pointing. The Master's ears twitched and he smiled, "See it I do, fine artist you will be," he said nodding. "Hrm.. fine one." Kyran grinned happily, pleased at the Master's compliment. "Thank you," he said blushing. Yoda regarded him for a few moments before he said, "Come with me, Initiate Josel," the Master said before moving away. Kyran looked up frowning, but he did as he was told, without question. "Master Anya," Yoda spoke to the crèche Master, who was looking bewildered. "Take Initiate Josel and clothes for him pack for at least a week long trip." "But Master Yoda," the Master protested, "He's much too young to be venturing out of the Temple." Yoda stared at her, unmoving. "Destiny he must fulfill. Seen it I have, will of the Force, this is." The crèche Master glanced at the initiate still uncertain before Yoda said again, "Clothes for him pack, quickly you must. Wait this cannot." Kyran was confused. What destiny did he have to fulfill? He shook his head. His dreams of the boy with wings had long since faded and he had no reason to think he was anything particularly special. He was scared, but excited also; venturing out of the Temple for the first time, sounded appealing. Master Anya did not protest further at those words, she merely took Kyran by the hand and led him to his small room where she began packing. "Little one I don't know what Yoda intends but you must obey him or whoever you are with on this journey, do you understand?" Kyran nodded solemnly. "I will," he said. "I promise." He paused before he continued, "I'll need something to do on the trip won't I?" he asked watching her pack. "I'm not sure little one," She admitted, "But just in case gather your books for your lessons and I'll pack you some things to do." The rest of the packing did not take long. Once that was finished, she helped Kyran clean the glue off from his face and his fingernails. "You got rather messy didn't you? I'll save your sculpture so it will be here when you come back," she said and Kyran beamed at her as the sonic drying unit dried him off. The Master pushed the button to levitate the suitcase and showed the child how to set it down and he smiled a little at her and waved good-bye as he went back out to meet Master Yoda. "Ready are you?" Yoda questioned as Kyran came back out with Master Anya. "I'm ready," he piped up. "Good, then come with me you will, important this is," Yoda said as he ambled out of the crèche Master's office, with Kyran and his suitcase in tow. ~~ Zephir looked off into the distance, eyes dark as he viewed the world outside. His bag was gripped tightly in one hand, as he ignored the traffic flowing around him. He wasn't ready for this. He wasn't ready to return there, where his life had ended. He wasn't prepared to face such, but knew he had no choice. Of all things, a little one was waiting for them. One that he couldn't even begin to imagine had survived Saren's very wretchedness. Carth "Drex" Rixar put a hand on his companion's shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. He didn't want to go to Saren Seven either, this place held memories for them that they would rather leave buried, but they had no choice. At least neither was going alone and he was trying to remind himself of that. Laying a hand briefly on top of his, Zephir took a deep, steadying breath, "We really have no choice... And I suppose we cannot just stand here waiting for this to pass by us." "Unfortunate, that," Drex said dryly before he shouldered his pack once more and moved to board the ship. Zephir moved to follow, though something made him pause, as he heard the faintest clicking of wood upon stone, an all too familiar sound that cut through the noise of the bay. He turned to face the old Master as soon as he started to feel his approach. He bowed low, noting the Master was not alone, but that a youngling was with him. Curious about such, but not really thinking on it, as he knew Yoda sometimes preferred the company of a youngling, as a reminder of what they all fought for, he paused his question, "Master Yoda, is there something you need? We were just about to leave." "Yes, forgotten something you have," the master indicated the youngling next to him. "Go with you he will. Important he is to finding the one you seek." Zephir raised an eyebrow noticing only then that the child had a bag floating along behind him, "But Master, surely you're mistaken. Saren Seven is not a place for a youngling." "Aware I am of how Saren culture is," Yoda said his tone turning hard. He gestured for the boy to stay put and began walking around the ship, out of the child's range of hearing. "With me you will talk." Zephir reluctantly followed the Master. "Master you cannot be seriously suggesting that we take this child with us." Yoda was unmoved by his comment. "Needed he is. If succeed you wish to, then have him with you, you must." "How would he help us? I cannot agree with this, Master, I'm sorry to say... What you ask...." "Bond with the one you seek, formed it has. Visions of it I have had, visions also he has had, when young, though remember them now he does not. Salvation for the future at stake is, if fail you do." Zephir frowned, glancing to the child briefly, "But how could we keep him safe?" "If safe you wish to keep him completely then fail you will. Sora'sa customs, remember do you?' "I know well enough that Sora'sa and Riku'ian believe the weak should die, that is the custom there," Zephir stated. "His time for death now is not. Safe enough he will be," Yoda replied calmly. "You say so, but I still believe this is not right," Zephir disputed. "Believe what you will," Yoda said finally. He had to get them to see that he was serious. "Choice you have not," he said flatly, "If survive the Order will." "'How can the Order depend on two innocent children, one of which we have yet to see?" "The will of the Force it is. Faith I am placing in it. Faith you must also have," Yoda said simply. "I cannot, when it involves endangering a child," Zephir said. "Chosen he has been, and even though dangerous this is, more he will face in the future, worse than Saren." Zephir's jaw tightened, "There are few things worse than Saren, Master, far too few." "Know this I do, yet know also I do that face it he will. If take him you do not, destiny come swifter will and unkind it will be to us." "What do you mean, Master?" Zephir had to ask. Yoda regarded him for a long moment before he reached out to him through the Force. "Show you I will what seen I have." For a moment, there was nothing, just the familiar, easing touch of Yoda's mind against his, before something stronger worked inwards, lancing through his mind like fire. Then, fire was all he saw, as well Temple above, burning like a beacon in the dark. Horror filled him, clutched at his heart with cold fingers, as he watched this in his mind, before the vision broke off, like a broken recording. Yoda stared at him, unblinkingly, his ears twitching slightly. "Now see you do. Your choice, this is not." Struggling to catch his breath, Zephir stared at Kyran for a moment, "This little one can stop that?" Kyran looked at Zephir with large green eyes wondering why he was being stared at. The Master's were talking away from him and in voices that were low so that he could not hear. Or maybe they were using the Force to keep him from eavesdropping on them. "Not him alone, apart of something larger he is," Yoda replied calmly. "Then it seems we have no choice..." Zephir could do nothing more then surrender. Yoda hummed softly and beckoned Kyran forward. Kyran guided his levitating suitcase and looked at Zephir hopefully. "We going now?" he asked anxiously. Zephir nodded, and tried to soften his features a little, "Yes, we are going, little one. Are you ready?" Kyran nodded eagerly. "I'm ready," he announced proudly, gesturing to his suitcase. Nodding, Zephir reached out to take his hand gently, "Very well, we'll go...." He glanced to Yoda, still reluctant to do this, but unable to refuse. The small Master watched them board silently not returning Kyran's wave, merely smiling slightly, acknowledging it as they boarded the ramp. He sighed deeply. Begun it has,* he thought to himself. Now see we will which path destiny takes. -----signature----- Joint sock of Layren and Neon Star The Triad Chronicles http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/25934993/p1/?0
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NYCitygurl Title: Manager of SFFBC, C&G, NSWFF, and Icons Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 1/16/07 2:06pm Subject: RE: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow (OCs) AU~~ Updated 1/16~~
	Thanks for the translations; they make everything easier The part about the pasta art was very cute I'm a little wary about this planet, though apparently they'll be looking for the little winged boy. I'm really curious to find out why, and why he and Kyran bonded. How old is Kyran at this point, by the way, and how much pre-TPM is this? Was the vision of the burning temple from ROTS? Very excited for the next part -----signature----- I agree with RJ Officially Idri's Muse
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 1/16/07 3:42pm Subject: RE: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow (OCs) AU~~ Updated 1/16~~
	Oh, dear they are taking a young one with them into that kind of danger. I certainly understand Yoda thinking this is a good idea but the Masters may be right. They will have to watch Kyran closely if he is to survive. Good job. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 11/2/09 jedidas3's Master Merlin - Diplomatic Immunity - http://boards.theforce.net/nswff/b10808/30459852
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Lithiniel Registered: Jun '06	Date Posted: 1/16/07 7:09pm Subject: RE: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow (OCs) AU~~ Updated 1/16~~
	Nifty. Can't wait for the next installment... -----signature----- Padawan to Master Layren My Ghost Rider Fanfic: http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_fan_fiction/b10808/29492424/p1/?1
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