A.N. If anyone is interested in this story let me know in a review. I have four chapters already done. If not no big and I'll delete the story. Enjoy.
Prologue
The Galaxy is a dark place. After thousands of years of war, the galaxy has had enough of any sort of unity. No longer will there be a Republic or an Empire. Now each world is in it for themselves. The strong service and the weak get conquered. Poverty has spread to every world in the galaxy without any sort of protection. The Jedi Order has once again been destroyed with only a handful of Jedi Remaining. Now they stay to the shadows to keep from being destroyed, protecting the innocent when they can. Each world is ruled by a king, attacking other kings and only caring about their own worlds. In this galaxy, its inhabitants are not prepared for what is about to come. An ancient evil that has been silent for Millenniums has finally decided that with the galaxy divided now is the time to conquer and enslave its beings. Yet hope still lives in the ideals of a young man and a myth from ancient times, the ancestor of Arthur Pendragon, and the victories sword Excalibur.