Call this one the small sequel to "Lost And Found". Because it is, to be honest. Title: A Night Visitor Author: leiamoody Characters: Meaithe, Chevor (both AU OC?s) Timeframe: Eight days after ?Lost and Found? (posted above); specifically, three months after ROTJ Summary: A Jedi from the olden days comes to shed some light on an ancient Jedi artifact. Note: The poem quoted in this piece actually comes from The Star Wars Rules Companion by Greg Gordon, published by West End Games in 1989. ?The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with human ambition.? The deep male voice came across the room to her from the bedroom door. For Meaithe, an odd person, female or male, popping into her bedroom in the middle of the night through a closed door was a relatively common occurrence. Given the fact they were always dead people, it made the entire notion of solid matter rather pointless. But this tall man with a quick smile wasn?t one of her familiar visitors. Yet the statement he had just uttered sounded familiar... ?The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with perfect ambition,? the man said again. ?Particularly if you?re working like mad to unravel a puzzle placed before you. You can work on the thing as long as you want, but if the powers of the universe don?t want you to solve it, then you won?t.? She stared at him. There was a familiar tingling in the air, one which came with the presence of a Force sensitive like herself. And the peculiar blue glow around the ghost was another clue to his identity. ?You?re one of Aduman?s boyos, then? He said to expect a visit sooner or later.? The strange ghost bowed from the waist. ?Chevor Mikayzd at your service.? So this was one of Aduman?s former padawans. He?d mentioned him on several occasions, but this was the first time she had met him in the flesh/unflesh. ?So this book brings you to my humble dwelling,? she said, glancing around at her small bedroom. Then she picked up the artifact she had found in the library eight days earlier from her bedside table. ?There were many dreadful nights I stayed up attempting to make some kind of sense out of those characters. I was set to the task by Master Aduman as part of my trials to become a Knight. And I imagine you?ve had little success in accessing the book?s secrets.? This was true. So far, it had been a futile effort to find a way to translate the red and black ink pages of text contained in the book. The script was a true antique, definitely dating from the pre-pre-pre-pre and so forth Republic era, back in the days when the galaxy was just beginning to become unified. So there wasn?t yet one common language to keep proper records that could easily be read by everyone. She had scanned some of the characters into one of the library databases at the university, and found no match. Not even the possible lead given to her by Nalieza?s father to one of his colleagues at the Society for the Preservation of Ancient Languages on Pelooine yielded any results. Meaithe placed the book on her bed coverlet. ?Did you ever have any luck in translating what?s inside?? ?There is no such thing as luck. Only fortunate circumstances.? Chevor shrugged. ?I did managed to get a little bit translated. Even after I passed the trials, I still spent several more years attempting to wrap my head around it. By the time of my first death, I had about one hundred pages roughly translated and properly transcribed into Aurabesh.? ?How did you accomplish that much?? ?Force trances are a wonderful learning resource.? Chevor pointed at the edge of the bed. ?May I sit down? This is going to take some time.? Meaithe picked up the book and placed it in her lap. ?Ghosts generally don?t need to sit down.? Chevor took the few steps from the door to the bed. ?It?s far too ridiculous to hold this conversation with one of us standing. I prefer equality when and where it can be found.? ?You were among the living so much that you got used to certain things,? Meaithe observed.