EOTF - What really happend to Obi Wan's lightsaber from ANH - (AU - ANH - before YJA events)

"Echoes of The Future"

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What really happened to Obi Wan's lightsaber from ANH.

INTRODUCTION

Deep in the lush forests of Alpha Xeridia, lies a place few know of. Surrounded by lush green foliage and rising and falling hills, rivers?yet peeking from the very center of the lush Ithorian forest lies a structure. A structure that is nestled neatly behind a row of distinctly positioned trees that from the air, form a ?V? a symbol that starts from the base, spreading out in two directions, of equal length they arch up at two twin angles, back down once again, the formation not just any ?v? but the distinct and precise recreation of the Versai, a family wiped out at one time, endangered and hunted for years, now standing strong by the one who reformed them, the man many know but truly have only seen on surface of a muti-faceted past, Valaryc Versai, the Master of these domains?.

Looking through the chain of trees, if you glanced just right and the light shone at the exact moment of its full brilliance, the massive structure would glisten like precious gemstones, from the rising twin pillars to the etched features along the top of them, sliding back to a higher level, then another till they rose high above the forest, jutting to the sides again the same massive buildings moving up and down in elegant designs, till they covered a vast area. The massive structure highlighted with rich architectural art and a era of what can only be described as exhilarating, highlighted by the hedge maze shaped exactly like the crest he made for his current lover Kate, the structure well known only to those whom truly know the designer and creator, the rich landscape of bushes, trees, flowers and pure beauty make no mistake the structure is known as the Versai Mansion.

It is here brave adventurer that again as the ?Ashes of The Past? were blown in the winds of time, to the Master Val within his mind, are trapped memories he has kept hidden from those around him, giving sketchy information but never a crisp clear picture as to what really happened to him, events he?s mentioned but never really spent time to explain except in his chronicles?his Versai Chronicles.

Here is within these chapters held inside, to we venture once more, This time to a moment where two warriors clashed in a titanic battle where one would fall for a greater race to rise up, where an Empire would be dealt a crushing blow, only to turn and threaten the ones who resist them once, more with an even deadlier device, a time where the fate of one man?s life shifted all caused by a death, a truth, and a decision?here is where we now can explore and uncover the ?Echoes of The Future?.

The Versai Chronicles: Echoes of The Future

We open deep within the halls of the Versai Mansion, passing rooms as our view moves along, gazing to pictures along the wall of battles, honors long forgotten, of statues along the aisles, then from one closed door to another, up a flight of stairs. The stairs are golden with a high luster, exquisitely carved with luxurious curves along the end of the stairs, crawling along each multifaceted wooden pole along them, high to a area where the room extends within two directions, one the East Wing where guest of The Versai stay with exquisitely decorated guest rooms, for those who know Val must be close to him and he does not spare his attention to detail in their comfort. Ahh but the West Wing is for the Versai whom rule this domain, Val and his trust assistant Sacul 456. A HRD replicant droid recovered and restored upon Val?s many travels.

Stretching along past the doors of the other rooms, we move to a more massive structure, the doors are huge at least 9 to 10 ft from the ground, the crest on them a golden ?V? that stretches from one side to the other, down the middle a crease divides the massive doors?for as we move beyond them there on the terrace lies the outline of a man?.

His hair is blowing softly in the breeze, the gently winds of Ithor caressing his cheek, along his attire lies a jet black robe, snaking down from it hi