A Knight will come,

A battle will be fought,

And the prisoners go free.

Once, long ago, there was a great war among the stars. Jedi Knights and Sith Lords set worlds on fire with their fury. The war was long and the Force cried out as it received each of the dead. Finally, the Sith Lords were driven to Ruusan to make their last stand.

The battle was so fierce, it rent the earth and created the Valley. In the midst of the battle, the Jedi Knights gained the victory, but they were betrayed. In their moment of triumph, the Sith Lords trapped every spirit they could reach within the Valley, including themselves.

The survivors wept, Jedi and Sith alike. They carved the Valley with their sorrow so that all might know of the tragedy that had befallen. Then they gathered themselves and they left. But they told themselves that, one day, a Knight would come, a battle would be fought, and the prisoners go free.

Their words lived on, even when they did not, passing into myth and legend as the people in the stars forgot about the war.

But those in the Valley did not forget.

First, a man found the Valley. Not a Knight, but he had the gift.

Help us, free us, save us, They said.

But the man looked on the Valley and was afraid, he ran.

And he did not help them.

A Knight will come, the Jedi Knights said.

No one will come, the Sith Lords said.

Then seven came to the Valley. They were trained, but they were cruel.

Help us, free us, save us, They said.

But only one heard, and he was weak.

And he could not free them.

A Knight will come, the Jedi Knights said.

No one will come, the Sith Lords said.

Then one came to the Valley. Young and untrained, but full of light.

Help us, free us, save us, They said.

And he heard them. They saw he was the son of the first, and they knew the first had not forgotten Them.

And he sought to save them.

A battle will be fought, the Jedi Knights said.

He has come, the Sith Lords said.