He betrayed me.
The events of that day still rung as clearly as ever in my mind. I can still remember the look on his face as he killed my father. It was a blank look, emotionless.
It all started when I was about three years of age. The honourable Jedi Master came to my home planet in search of worthy Jedi. And I, at that time thinking it was just a stroke of good luck, was chosen because of my high midichlorian count. Who am I to deny that opportunity, and furthurmore, my father, after a few moments of hesitation, finally agreed that it was in my best interests that I go with the Jedi Master to train as a Jedi.
I can still remember how eager I was to be a Jedi. How am I to know it would all turn out this way.
At the Temple, discipline is very strict. I remember once, I got into a fight with one of the Rodian students. I was not punished, only because Qui-Gon defended my actions as self-defence, even though I was the aggressor. The Rodian was not punished either, but after that time, I lost faith in the Jedi. Since then, my opinion of them is that they are unjust and gullible fools who think highly of themselves, thinking of themselves more civilised and 'good' than the Sith, but in reality, they are worse. And, this I say, I speak from experience.
What power the Jedi believe they have, the Sith have more.
But let's not compare the differences of the Jedi and the Sith.
About Master Qui-Gon Jinn... he was hard to please at first, but, after some time, witnessing my extraordinary Jedi skills, he accepted me as his apprentice. I am the one whom he called his 'first' Padawan, perhaps because I was the first that had taught him something.
The hideous troll, Yoda, on the other hand, did not have faith in my from the start. He gave Qui-Gon one last mission. It was decided, then, if I were to pass this mission, I would stay as his Padawan. If not... they did not mention as to what they will do with me. Of course, they always think on the positive side...
Qui-Gon and I went back to my home planet Telos, where I saw first-hand the power my father had. King Crion... and I would be Prince Xanatos. Then, I realized... this was supposed to be my fate, as a respected Prince of a wealthy and powerful planet, until the despicable Jedi interfered! Now I am but a poor boy trying to waste his life as a 'guardian of peace'. I don't even know where they got that title... they cause more trouble than they resolve.
For the first time in many years, I openly showed my anger, my hatred for the Jedi. Qui-Gon was taken aback. The gullible fool had actually thought I was fully trained as a Jedi, my hatred and anger already left behind. He was wrong... but I was trained well at honing my skills to the peak of efficiency.
My father came up with a plan to wage war against a neighbouring planet, and he requested my help. I agreed, of course, all too willing to help my father. But unexpectedly, the opposing planet had another help... Qui-Gon. He was the one who dealt the killing blow onto my father, my father who had done no wrong to him, who had not offended him in any way.
His lightsabre sliced through my father's ring. Such a beautiful ring it was. I can still remember the pain of the molten ring, pressing into my cheek, by none other than me. I had told him that it would serve as a reminder of Crion's death, and how I would always thrive to avenge his death. I activated my Jedi weapon and charged at my now former master, but he parried my strike easily. We fought long and hard, and finally, he was about to dealt the fateful blow to end my life, but this time, he hesitated, and I took this chance to escape.
But what has been done was done. He had killed my father and betrayed me.
What bothered me the most is that...
He betrayed me.
The events of that day still rung as clearly as ever in my mind. I can still remember the look on his face as he killed my father. It was a blank look, emotionless.
It all started when I was about three years of age. The honourable Jedi Master came to my home planet in search of worthy Jedi. And I, at that time thinking it was just a stroke of good luck, was chosen because of my high midichlorian count. Who am I to deny that opportunity, and furthurmore, my father, after a few moments of hesitation, finally agreed that it was in my best interests that I go with the Jedi Master to train as a Jedi.
I can still remember how eager I was to be a Jedi. How am I to know it would all turn out this way.
At the Temple, discipline is very strict. I remember once, I got into a fight with one of the Rodian students. I was not punished, only because Qui-Gon defended my actions as self-defence, even though I was the aggressor. The Rodian was not punished either, but after that time, I lost faith in the Jedi. Since then, my opinion of them is that they are unjust and gullible fools who think highly of themselves, thinking of themselves more civilised and 'good' than the Sith, but in reality, they are worse. And, this I say, I speak from experience.
What power the Jedi believe they have, the Sith have more.
But let's not compare the differences of the Jedi and the Sith.
About Master Qui-Gon Jinn... he was hard to please at first, but, after some time, witnessing my extraordinary Jedi skills, he accepted me as his apprentice. I am the one whom he called his 'first' Padawan, perhaps because I was the first that had taught him something.
The hideous troll, Yoda, on the other hand, did not have faith in my from the start. He gave Qui-Gon one last mission. It was decided, then, if I were to pass this mission, I would stay as his Padawan. If not... they did not mention as to what they will do with me. Of course, they always think on the positive side...
Qui-Gon and I went back to my home planet Telos, where I saw first-hand the power my father had. King Crion... and I would be Prince Xanatos. Then, I realized... this was supposed to be my fate, as a respected Prince of a wealthy and powerful planet, until the despicable Jedi interfered! Now I am but a poor boy trying to waste his life as a 'guardian of peace'. I don't even know where they got that title... they cause more trouble than they resolve.
For the first time in many years, I openly showed my anger, my hatred for the Jedi. Qui-Gon was taken aback. The gullible fool had actually thought I was fully trained as a Jedi, my hatred and anger already left behind. He was wrong... but I was trained well at honing my skills to the peak of efficiency.
My father came up with a plan to wage war against a neighbouring planet, and he requested my help. I agreed, of course, all too willing to help my father. But unexpectedly, the opposing planet had another help... Qui-Gon. He was the one who dealt the killing blow onto my father, my father who had done no wrong to him, who had not offended him in any way.
His lightsabre sliced through my father's ring. Such a beautiful ring it was. I can still remember the pain of the molten ring, pressing into my cheek, by none other than me. I had told him that it would serve as a reminder of Crion's death, and how I would always thrive to avenge his death. I activated my Jedi weapon and charged at my now former master, but he parried my strike easily. We fought long and hard, and finally, he was about to dealt the fateful blow to end my life, but this time, he hesitated, and I took this chance to escape.
But what has been done was done. He had killed my father and betrayed me.
What bothered me the most is that...
He betrayed me.