The Tragedy Of Darth Plagueis The Wise
Prologue: The Cosmic Symphony
I was conditioned to believe that the world was flat and that the sky was merely a tent, with hanging lanterns in a formation that was no more than a pattern created by the great hawkmen of the sky, and that the sky itself was impenetrable by mortal beings. As for beneath us, the ground was a punishment for the non-believers in this life, and that subhumans already existed there, in a watery domain that was the transition point between this world and Purgatory. These Gungans, as they were called, were still in a position to repent and redeem themselves, before they made their final voyage into the fiery underworld.
These were all stories told to me by the Krelli monks. For a time I regarded them almost as family, but I soon came to know their only desire was to suppress knowledge and ambition.
They seemed to think that ignorance was paradise, and that unlocking the secrets of the world destroyed its wonder. They refused to accept that those candles in the sky were the furnaces that created all the complex molecules and that any molecule could be transmuted to another, and as I found out as I learned more that every molecule, whether a particle of light, a gravity molecule or a molecule of the strong nuclear force or the antigravity force that caused the universe to expand, not to mention THE force which has been a major part of my life, was in fact a one-dimensional string, coiled in a way that produced almost the equivalent of a musical note, that played a part in a greater cosmological symphony.
Maybe you think you know me, maybe you don't. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Darth Plagueis, and this is my story.
Will be continued soon….