[Author's Note: Before you read, please realize that this is a no-effort story. I don't put any effort into length, or skill, or style. This is just a way to better grasp my character and the chapters are all pretty short. So, you've been warned.

EPISODE 1.

Nym's Stronghold, Lok.
18 BBY (Before the Battle of Yavin)

His mission was simple: Go into town and grab some supplies from the merchants. It was something Earandur did often for his father, usually when Alado was busy working. The young boy, only around thirteen years of age, his lekku weren't quite grown out all the way, they only reached to his shoulders. His black pants and vest were the normal attire for the hot rocky surface of Lok. He and his father lived just on the outskirts of Nym's Stronghold. At least once a month, the merchants would come in and Earandur or his father, Alado, would stroll down to the small town and buy supplies.

Alado's son was just on his way back from such a chore. He had paused on his way to eat a quick snack, he found he had just enough money to get a small fruit for a little something extra. He felt slightly guilty for spending his father's extra credits, but in the end it was worth it, he figured. The suns were high in the sky, and the ground below was darkening. One sun was hidden by the looming figure of Tatooine that always hovered in Lok's sky.

Deciding that it was about time to get back home, Earandur began walking toward his house. He could see it in the distance, across the flat plain that stretched beyond the starport. He always had wondered what was on the other planets out there. He knew that he had been born on Ryloth, but what from what he remembered, it was a lot like Lok: rocky and very hot.

Closing upon his home, he noticed and unfamiliar speeder sitting at the front. He walked around to the back of the house, through his usual entrance. As he approached the back he heard his father's voice conversing with another. The voice was gruff and loud, as well as being very unfamiliar. Earandur inched to the door when he heard the loud sound of a blaster shot ringing from the house.

A JEDl TEMPLE, Dantooine.
13 BBY (Before the Battle of Yavin)

"There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force."

The Jedi Master that stood before Earandur seemed tall and intimidating, yet wise and trustworthy at the same time. The man had introduced himself as Master Sol, the Grandmaster of the Order. At age eighteen, Earandur still couldn't quite believe how he had gotten here. So much had happened in the past seven years that the twi'lek couldn't completely believe it. Only a day or so ago he was still on Tatooine, living in Bestine, and now he was becoming a Jedi.

"Please state the class you plan to join, and the crystal they use," Sol addressed the new students. There were two other people kneeling on the rug next to him. He looked to them and let them respond first. One was to be a Guardian, the other a Mystic.

"Consular, sir, it has a green crystal." Earandur responded, trying his best to sound formal and respectful. Ever since he had discovered his Force ability, he wanted to know more of the Jedi, and when he came to Dantooine to find this Order, he was utterly amazed that the Jedi could still exist. He had honestly thought they had all been wiped out and destroyed.

"Good," Master Sol continued, "If you would, then, please follow me to the Academy for the second part of the Ceremony."

Everyone stood and made their way out of the grand hall that stood at the center of town. Earandur marveled once more as he stepped out of the giant structure to see the two large halls that were the Archives and Academy. The idea of training as a Jedi became more tantalizing with every step he took. It was the dueling portion of the Ceremony, where each padawan would come to test their skills. Earandur took a seat on an ottoman and gripped his father's lightsaber in his hand. The artifact hadn't left his side since his father's death all those years ago. Earandur knew now that his father was once a Jedi, and he was ready to make his father proud. He stood as Master Sol summoned him.

"You are a Consular, yes?" the Master asked. Earandur nodded in response. "A wise path, one of much study and discipline."

Aren't they all, though? Earandur asked in his head. He didn't voice is opinion, however, and bowed. Sol bowed as well, and Earandur ignited the lightsaber, the familiar blue glow and soft hum vibrated a sense of confidence in the young Twi'lek. The master before him was of the human race, he was at least a head taller than Earandur with dark hair that covered his hair and chin. Earandur stepped forward quickly, and thrust his saber forward.

With pure simplicity, the Master batted the saber away. Earandur stumbled back and grunted. He looked up and then ran forward, swinging an uppercut. Just as he thought the saber would make contact with its target, an emerald blade parried his own and sent Earandur stumbling back, falling on his behind when Sol delivered a small push with the Force.

"Good," Sol muttered, signaling for Earandur to return to his seat.

[Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, or the locations mentioned. The only thing I own in this fic are the characters of Earandur Calaelen, and Alado Kairn. All other people mentioned directly are players in Star Wars Galaxies that do not belong to me. I thank them for letting me use their characters!