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"Dedicating one's life to a single pursuit is as much admirable as it is narrow of vision. It can also be dangerous. If one is only capable of seeing a single thing, soon that thing becomes an obsession without even realizing it. Once you are too focused on one thing, other things have the bad habit of sneaking up on you."
Prologue: Coming Home
Night had come to the bustling city world of Coruscant. In many ways, the city was only just now waking up. A lone figure wrapped tightly in a black robe staggered towards the main steps of the Jedi Temple. From underneath the hood of the robe a pair of glimmering eyes looked up at the great spires of the temple and for a few precious moments tears were shed. Gathering up what was left of his strength, the figure pressed forward up the steps. At first, the figure moved his hand as though he would open the great door with just a simple gesture, but then seemed to think better of it. With the final strength he possessed, the figure gave the door a great knock. The knock resounded deep into the temple and it did not take long for someone to answer the door. Opening the great door, a Padawan was given the surprise of his life when the figure fell right into his arms. As carefully as he was able, the Padawan sank to his knees with the figure securely in his grasp. Almost immediately a variety of the inhabitants of the temple came over to see what was going on. The Padawan gently pulled the figure's hood aside to look him in the face. As soon as he did so, he was greeted by the sight of a sickly being clearly touched by the Dark Side of the Force. For a few moments, the Padawan was frozen in utter horror.
"Have I returned?" asked the figure almost timidly as he met the Padawan's gaze, tears forming in his eyes. "Am I home?"
"Yes," said the Padawan comfortingly as he covered the figure's face from the sight of the others who had come over to see what all the commotion was about. "Rest. You're safe now."
"Home," said the figure with sorrowful relief as his eyes closed. A few moments later, he began to weep uncontrollably.
The Padawan made no attempt to move. He just sat there, right in the open entranceway, holding the figure, letting him release his grief.
To be continued...