Before - Legends To Myself (Dear Diary Entry) Diary of Zamir Crion (Updated 2-11-07)

Author: Neon Star
Title: To Myself
Timeframe: Ten thousand years before TPM
Characters: OCs, Zamir Crion
Summary: The last year of a Princeling's life.
Notes: Some of you have seen Zamir before, both in Marked in Blood, and Days Like These. I thought to try him when he was still among the living. And as a kind of way of getting back on my feet. Though I admit to be a nervous wreck out of coming out of retirement again. Promise I'll stop, really. As to why a nine year old sounds thirty. Zamir has oddly surprised me by being intelligent, and he had a lot of upper class learning, considering he is royalty. That's my excuse, at least. As always, enjoy.

Journal entry one:

I am Zamiri' Teyon Nal Crion, seventh child of his Lord, High Prince of Telos, Dorinth Excelin Nal Crion the eleventh. My mother is the first wife of his Lord, Lady Anathe Zen Teyon Crion. I am the third son, the youngest child. My eldest brother is Divan Teyon Zin Crion, first child of his Lord, and my only full blood sibling. My middle brother is Thedren Zeos Lenth Crion, third child of his Lord, who's twin is my second eldest sister, Athel Zeos Qul Crion, fourth child of his Lord. My eldest sister is Callas Zeos Mare' Crion, first daughter of his Lord. The fifth child of my Lord is Layan Zeos Tal Crion, my third eldest sister. The sixth child of my Lord is Metea Zeos Otha' Crion, my youngest eldest sister. They are the children of the second wife of his Lord, Lady Marna Tal Zeos Crion.

My siblings by age are as followed, Divan is eighteen, Callas is seventeen, Thedren and Athel are fifteen, Layan is thirteen, Metea is twelve, and I myself have just turned nine, not more then ten days ago.

Introductions aside, (I do believe my hand has cramped from writing it. Why do they give us such long names, and expect us to introduce ourselves in such a paragraph is beyond me. I personally prefer the name Zamir, not Zamiri', or Songbird, though only Divan is allowed to call me that.), this is the first time I have been given a journal. I knew Divan would understand. My brother always has understood me best, and he did see me eying his last he was here. Which seems so long ago. He has been gone too often these last few years. I know life as a Jedi is rough, and I whisper often to the gods for his safety, but I dearly wish he could come home more. Not just on rare occasions, or when he is injured.

(Kenobi really should be mindful. He trains the heir to the throne of Telos after all!)

As to it, I admit to not knowing exactly what to do with it, in truth. I had thought it wonderful that my brother had such an object to write his thoughts within, and I suppose now that I have one of my own, I should do the same. It's not as if I can tell anyone.

My family wishes me to be the child that I am growing out of. I am nine now after all, and will eventually be a man. That might be quite some time away, but none the less, I do understand some things now. Just as I understand their wishes. They wish to keep me innocent, though I see often the worry on my mothers' faces, and the sadness in Callas's eyes.

Just as I know the cause, and it is not all because Divan is away from home, training, in the midst of the war. Though the war grows, or so I've heard. These Sith they speak of, grow more powerful. My brother is away fighting them now, for Telos, for the galaxy. Though he himself is not fully trained, despite having been in Kenobi's care these last nine years.

My brother has been among the Jedi since he was my age. I wish I could join him, but I am not gifted, as he is. And even so, the Crion family only gives one child to the Jedi. The eldest, if they are gifted, to be trained and then given back when the time comes for the throne to be given to them. It is our loan to the galaxy, or so my Father has said. We give a child to the galaxy, to protect the galaxy, and to come back to us, ready to protect the people. That is what we Crions are meant to do after all, protect the people, as their rulers.

Ah, and I get back to the topic at

 

Wonderful start! Could you PM when you update please?

 

I haven't had a chance to really read the DLT series, so I'm probably missing a lot of the background about this character.

That being said, what you've got here is wonderful, and I really want to read more, find out all that's going on with this boy. I love the complaint about how long their names are, it reminds me of when I was learning to write and complained about how long my first name was.

There are points where he does feel older than nine, but others where you've got a nine-year old dead on the money in terms of attitudes. A nice mix, in my opinion.

And of course, your writing here is great, which is why I'm thanking my master for pointing me to this.

PM me if you write more?

 

Oh! Zamir is... oooh!

This looks SO interesting. I can't wait to see how it happens.

And kenobi, eh? What an intriguin twist.

Can't wait to read more

-Krystal

 

Given the heritage that Zamir is obviously expected to carry around with him, probably since he was out of diapers, it's no wonder he sounds like he's 30 when he's writing a journal when he's 9. How old was Amidala when she was Queen? They train their aristocrats young in the GFFA. Interesting that he knows about his Jedi brother and I'm wondering what this sacrifice his other sibling is? Intriguing.

 

Interesting. I'd like to see what happens next

 

Ten thousand years Pre TPM. Zamir sounds interesting

could you pm me with updates.

 

VaderLVR64: Thank you. And of course I will.

mari4212: You're not really missing much, since DLT shows him a long time after this. Heh, glad you loved that part, and liked this. Thank you for that, I was fairly worried by how he was coming out. And thank you. I'm glad she pointed it out too. Sure, I will.

KrystalBlaze: Zamir is what? Glad you think it is. And yep, had to throw another ancestor in there.

ardavenport: You do have a very strong point, and it is very true. I had actually not thought about that at the time, thanks for pointing it out. Glad you thought that intresting, I'm going off the thought that Jedi were more connected to their families during this time period. As to that mystery, it will be revealed in time.

yodas_waiter: Thanks. And here's more then.

Lea-El: Glad you think he does. Will do.


Thanks for all the reviews. Here's more.
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Journal Entry two:

It has been quite some days since I last wrote. I have not had the time till now. Between lessons, and my siblings' constant need for attention, if not my mothers' and my Lord's, I have not a moment to breath, let alone write. It is not uncommon. As the youngest, it seems many of them vie for my attention. And I do shudder at some of the attention I receive.

First of all, considering I am a boy, I do not believe I belong in girl's clothing. My sisters Layan and Metea do not agree with my view. They have not since I was very young, and delight in basically kidnapping me at times, to play with them. I will say now, I look horrid in pink, and frills are possibly the worst creation ever known to clothing.

Second of all, I know I am not all that muscular. Gods help me, I was not made to run the entire way around the estate, no matter what Thedren wishes. Though, I have become quite adapt at hiding from him when he tries to chase me into doing it, to so calledly help me. I do not need help. I do not like playing the games he does. I like music, reading, and writing, not running, fighting, or anything else. The most physical thing I prefer is dancing, truth be told, though don't tell him. He also has quite a passion for it, but I can certainly not do those kinds of dancing at my age. My Lord would most likely fall to his knees if he saw me attempt such.

Yes, I admit to being delicate right now. There is a reason why my skin is almost as pale as the sheets upon my bed, (Which I am currently laying on, hoping the soreness in my legs will leave.) It is not because I don't get plenty of sun, no matter what my family may think. I sit often in the gardens, and my lessons are outside because I concentrate better out there. I practice out there. So I get plenty of sun. I merely am not suited for stressful things.

Thank the gods Callas only wishes for my music at times. Or to tell me stories. I adore her stories, and she makes them up herself. They are never boring, though they be of the normal things tales are made of, of ladies and lords, of things that make up our lives. Sometimes, she gives me tales of the Jedi, and I always lay practically spell bound in her lap as she takes Divan's letters, and strings the words into a breath taking adventure. Next to Divan, I love her best, nothing will ever change that, though I do wish I could make her happier with my instrument and voice. Alas, song cannot cure everything.

Ah, but as I was. Athel has seemingly decided to use me as a pet. As if she does not have many of her own, she does not need her youngling brother as her newest. I have been avoiding her since she mentioned the collar, often escaping into my mothers' rooms. They have been gracious to keep me close to them, to protect me from my odd siblings.

My mothers are both equal in my mind, though Lady Teyon is my true mother by blood. It is hard to think that way though. I have been coddled by both since I was young. They are also the ones that taught me the beginnings of the instruments I know how to play, and to sing. Though, much of

 

I absolutely LOVE your OC!

My mothers are both equal in my mind, though Lady Teyon is my true mother by blood. It is hard to think that way though. I have been coddled by both since I was young. They are also the ones that taught me the beginnings of the instruments I know how to play, and to sing. Though, much of it I have learned on my own. My music tutor knows not what to do with me, as he states I am nearly beyond his ability to teach. My talent simply surpasses his own. I admittedly am very proud of the thought. I plan to devote myself to music, when I grow older.

Its not as if anything else is expected of me. Being the last child, leaves me with so very few duties. Merely uphold the Crion honor, and act like the Princeling I am. Easy enough.

Wonderful.

 

So there is an evil Sith Theron kicking around somewhere, eh? Somehow I think that Sith is going to enter the story personally.

I think this kid has got the 'princeling' thing down quite well. A fine musician he would make. He seems more likable that he has his ambitions plotted out the way he likes them within the bounds of his life without wanting to usurp anyone else's.

 

VaderLVR64: Thank you, I'm glad you love him, and like this.

ardavenport: Heh, indeed there is, and you would think so. Yet, if he will or if he will not is not up for me to tell. And yes, Za certainly does have that down. I'm pleased you think so about him.

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Journal Entry Three:

I should remember, Do no let my curiosity get the best of me. Ever again. My first mother has never looked so close to hitting me, and I do not like the thought that she could have done it. I have seen her slap Athel at least once, and that knocked my sister to the ground. Such a blow would likely snap my neck, I think. Though, I might merely be exaggerating. Things look so different, from five years ago, things are not as big and dangerous as they once were.

But as is, I know I pressed too hard. I could not help myself, after seeing Callas cry. I wanted to know about those monsters, I dearly wanted to know why we couldn't fight them. We no longer needed their help. Why can't we break the pact we made?

She had told me to be silent. She had been angry that I had overheard. And I indeed had overheard. I do not sneak about in the middle of the night to spy upon my family. No matter what she accused me over, she knows that.

I didn't listen to her. I kept asking, and she went so far as to raise her hand to me, before Thedren pulled me away, shielding me, and talking to her to calm her. He pulled me from the room after that, and warned me fiercely to keep my mouth shut.

The look in his eyes trouble me. I have never seen them so dark, so hard, and so full of anger. Of hatred. And the air had grown cold then.

I should say, my brother is gifted as well, like Divan, but unlike Divan, he lets his emotions control that gift at times. But I had no fear of him, I knew that hatred wasn't for me.

He left me in my room after that, and I have not left it. My mother has come by, called for my forgiveness through the door. I am not angry with her, I knew I had gone too far. But I did not wish to speak with her, and my silence drove her off. I will have to apologize later.

For now, I must contend with the dark knowledge that my family is hiding this terrible thing from me. And I don't know why.

It is how they speak of the war as well. And of Divan. Things seem to be worse yet, and there are whispers that the Sith grow close to Telos.

I dearly wish Divan would come home. I do not like the fear I feel thick in the air. And I know he could ease it. He's always been able to before.

 

This looks very for this family. The Sith are getting close and his mother is hitting him when he asks too much. No, not good. Circumstances seem to be forcing this kid to grow up faster than he wants.

 

Another wonderful post!

For now, I must contend with the dark knowledge that my family is hiding this terrible thing from me. And I don't know why.

It is how they speak of the war as well. And of Divan. Things seem to be worse yet, and there are whispers that the Sith grow close to Telos.

I dearly wish Divan would come home. I do not like the fear I feel thick in the air. And I know he could ease it. He's always been able to before.



Can't wait for more!

 

This is embarrasing, but I lost track of this fic and I haven't been able to read part 2 and 3 until now. Sorry about that!

Anyway, I like how you are setting everything up and the way you makeZamirs feelings of "uselessness" or perhaps "helplessness" with the events that are unfolding around him shine through the text