Author(s): Layren and Neon Star
Title: My Dreams Could Be Tomorrow
Summary: Will the Force's actions on bonding three young souls into one bring salvation or condemnation for the Jedi and it's triad?
Genre: A little of everything..
Characters: Qui-Gon, Kyran Josel, and other OC's.
Disclaimer: We don't own the Jedi. We don't own star wars. The only characters that belong to us are the ones we created. Qui-Gon obviously is not ours.

Author's Note: This is completely different from our original Days Like These series. The first half of the beginning piece here is the only thing left of the old series, the rest has been entirely redone We do hope you enjoy this latest rendition. Feedback is greatly appreciated and strongly encouraged

Prologue: Servants of the Force


'Tis all a chequer board of nights and days, Where destiny with men for pieces plays; Hither and thither, and mates, and slays. Edward Fitzgerald

Dawn of the Jedi Order

He looked out over the vast landscape of Coruscant, eyes roving over the slowly building cityscape around the Temple, and the grass lands beyond. This was the sight of the new government, a thousand years in the making, only a short decade old. This was also the sight of their slowly organizing faith.

The Jedi had been around for longer then this Republic; far longer, but never had they stepped from the shadows and gathered together, making themselves truly known to the galaxy. The underground religion as it had once been called, was finally centering itself, on this fledgling world, right beside the growing government.

"Magnificent, isn't it, brother?" a voice purred in his ear, as a familiar sense flooded around him.

Smiling a little, he turned, to meet matching blue/green eyes, set in a face that was a mirror of his own.

"Jerric, I didn't know you were back. How did it go?" he grasped his twin's forearms tightly, looking intently into his twin's face.

"Well, very well. I managed to find a sect in the Morith system. They're agreeing to send representatives to meet with the others here. Soon, we'll truly be the order we dreamed of, Merrick," Jerric stated.

The younger grinned, before pulling his brother into an embrace, "That's wonderful. Have you told Master Sani yet?"

The older shook his head, "I wanted to see you first. Being gone for nearly six months is far too long, dearest."

Merrick laughed a little, "I'm glad for that," he pulled away finally, letting him go, “I did miss you..."

Something dark flickering in those orbs alerted the older that something was wrong, "Not just because I was gone, though. What happened, Merrick?"

Merrick turned away, one hand toying with his thick, long brown/blond hair, "I had that dream again, often while you were away."

There was tension now, between them. Jerric knew what he meant, that dream seemed to come more often this last year. Since they came to Coruscant, and started to help build this Order.

"It's always the same, that three-sided triangle of fire, ice, and life, twisting, burning in my mind. Then that light, that bright, all consuming, all seeing light that fills me with as much dread as it does peace... And in the midst of it, I'm starting to be able to see something within that light, a shape, and outline of a person... The dream is getting clearer, Jerric, but I still don't know what it means. Except that it means something to this Order," Merrick said softly, voice barely above a whisper.

"Master Sani still can't help you?" his brother asked, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Reaching up, he grasped that hand, "No. Even as the head of our Order, he does not know what to make of it, nor why it is I that is having it. And all I can feel, besides that it deals with the Jedi, is that it does not pertain to our time."

"How do you know that?" Jerric asked softly.

"I can feel it. There is no great darkness, as there is in my dreams. In my dreams, that darkness is all consuming. We, as old as we are, are too young to have such darkness festering in our midst at the dawn of our Order. What I felt, was old, and had a long time to grow. What I felt, was the ending to our beginning."

First Sith War

Familiar darkness encased him, penetrated him as he lay there, partially aware of what was around him, crimson eyes half shut. He could feel the hands touching his hair, the lap under his head, the cold floor pressing into his back, where he had collapsed.

He could hear her, faintly, could hear the repetition of his name, over and over, growing more frantic. He could still taste the slightly dusty air of the inner Sith Temple, the place of achieves. Could still smell the faint traces of blood and sweat that lingered on both of them.

But his sight, was completely black. He knew what was happening. He had no fear of it. Visions were common within him, thus why he was considered the greatest seer of the Sith empire. There was nothing to fear, even though it was so rare these days, that they would attack him so viciously.

Slowly, bit by bit, his senses shut off. Hearing first, her cries stopped. Smell and taste also died, as he stopped breathing, giving himself over fully to that immense power. The Force wanted him to experience this with all that he was, who was he to deny it?

Touch last, as his skin went numb. He felt nothing after that, not within, not without, as he waited calmly, patiently for as long as the Force wished. In the end, above even the Sith, he was the Force's servant, and he would do as it willed.

He didn't have to wait long, before a light, far stronger then any he had ever seen, blinded him. This light, was neither the Jedi's light, nor the Sith's darkness. No, it had no inclination, it simply was, without judgment. And yet, it was almost both as it pulsed through him, ripping like a blade, before something seemed to contain it.

Blinking in the twilight aftermath, he found himself on his knees, looking up into a silver mirror. For a moment, he could only see his reflection staring back at him. Then another blink, and again he was looking to what looked to be his own, except this other was standing. Not only that, but the eyes he looked into were ice blue, not crimson, and the wings were white, not black as death. In his hands was a shield, and at his side, and behind him, were two humans.

The one at his side was golden, dusty in skin, bright in hair, with eyes like green fire. Slightly shorter, he stood protective, the old fashioned metal sword practically shining in his knowing his hands, one foot just slightly forward, to attack if needed.

And behind them both, taller then both, dressed in what looked to him as Jedi garb, just as the other two were, was a man younger then they, with earthen brown hair and beard, and blue eyes as shimmering as the stars. They protected this man, who the seer could make out had a key hanging about his proud neck.

Just beyond them, lay the door in which the light had been locked away. In that instance, Theron knew the key was for that door, and he knew exactly what they door contained...

Slowly, he reached out, to touch that mirror, when the vision shattered. And he found himself looking up into his lover's worried green eyes, as she caressed his face.

"Theron, what happened? I've never seen you lose control of a vision like that..." he stopped her words, by lightly touching her cheek with clawed fingers.

"Estella, I have seen the beginning of all, and the ending of it. For both Jedi and Sith," he breathed softly, "This war, all of it..." Slowly, he sat up, hand trailing down cheek, over her flesh, to rest at her abdomen, "All of it is meaningless to what will come. In a thousand... Nay, ten thousand, a new dawn will break, and it will start from us."

Current Republic Age

"Is it time?" the older asked, eyes of the see glancing over through the shadows towards the other.

Crimson eyes glinted in amusement, "We've both waited a long time, have we not, Merrick Tryphen?"

"Some longer then others," was the return, "In more unconventional ways then most."

"Indeed," a humorous less chuckle, "I in the darkness of death, waiting for rebirth by my hand, and you upon the edge, in an immortal state of frozen time."

"That is what we felt we had to do. To see this ending through. We each have our part, in what is to unfold."

"In more ways then one. Though why ask me if it is time, when you are also a seer? The first among many in the Order you built," Theron mused.

"For you know them as I do not. You know their faces, and you are stronger yet in sight," Merrick admitted, without a grudge to mar his tone.

"I merely listen, that is all. The Force reveals what it will, to who it will. It merely is that I seem more privileged then most," the slightest shrug of ethereal shoulders, "But shall I tell you? The guardians have come, chasing each other, one to one, each one of ours. The first I claim, even now, his heart is open to me in the world that born us both. Would you claim that which was born from your twin's line in the same manner?"

"I shall wait. It is not yet time for me to intervene, as it is not yours," the warning there was clear, though the Sith did not heed it.

"I play the game as I will, and you will do the same. You will see. But for now, I find I will exit my self made prison soon, and step forth once more in the physical realm," the spirit moved away, only to pause as he felt his companion take breath.

"I do wonder, how you gained the chance to come again, when others have not," Merrick commented softly.

Theron turned to him one last time, "Because my purpose has not yet been fulfilled, just as yours has not. Each of us has been granted immortality in our own ways, to serve that purpose. For we were made for them, as they were made for him who is to come. In the end, we are all the Force's pawns, and destiny will play as it must be set. I will seen you soon, Jedi, among the living this time."