Edit: I'm hoping to start working on this soon, so I'm trying to find a way to unlock it... This is one I started a while back. Most of the story takes place just before or about the time of The Phantom Menace and I wasn't sure if I should post it here, or in the Saga board. Appologies if it's in the wrong place. Prologue 10 years before the invasion of Naboo There were five other infants in the nursery at the Jedi Temple that evening, but there was only one of them that I was interested in. Flik, my son. His fur was a dark chocolate brown, and his eyes were light blue. He was sleeping now. Both his fur and eyes will change colour as he grows older, as it happens with all Shistavanens. His sister, Lyet, had looked exactly the same when I had gone to collect him. I understand Mizet?s reasons for wanting her son to come here. She wanted at least one of her children to know its father. How wrong she was, but I couldn?t bring myself to tell her so. From this day onwards, I will never be able to think of him as my son. He will just be another youngling being trained in preparation to be taken on as a padawan between the ages of ten to thirteen. No doubt that there will be repercussions over this, but I do not fear the Council?s punishments. What ever punishments they could devise will be nothing compared to the fact that I would never be allowed to acknowledge him as my son, nor have contact with his mother and sister ever again. A Jedi is not supposed to have attachments. The feelings I have felt towards Mizet alone would be reason enough for the Council to discipline me: Flik himself would be welcome, because force-sensitive children are rare, a mother volunteering to give up a child rarer still. Is it hypocritical of me, being a Jedi, to wonder at that moment, if he would have been better off having stayed with his mother and sister. I?m not supposed to have these emotional attachments, but I do. Abstaining from personal attachments could send a Jedi mad. They are one of the most natural things in the galaxy. Master Windu would have said that was why personal attachments are so dangerous: the darkside masks itself as being more natural than the light, so that you follow it more readily. In some instances, that is true. But the unnatural can be just as good an agent for the darkside. I fail to see how caring for one?s child could be of the darkside. With that thought in my mind, I watched my son sleep. I didn?t have to accept the dictation of the Council. I could take him away and leave the Order, so that I could live my life with my son. That course of action seemed so clear to me then. I am his father. Who had the right to object? But then Mizet?s face came to me and I remember the words she spoke to me as she put Flik into my arms. ?The Jedi Order rescued me from those that would extort my father. You also gave me my daughter. It is only right that I give something back in return and Flik should know his father.? If I took him from the temple, it would only be an action that would satisfy my own selfishness. It would not benefit my son and it would steal my love?s gift to the Order. Instead, I stayed up all night with him so that at least I had sometime with him as his father before we had to become anonymous strangers to each other, untouchable. So that at least for a short while, we could be just another parent and child, before my son was just another youngling in the Jedi Order.