By Tally (tally_s_sin@hotmail.com)
Rating: R
Category: AU, Angst, H/C
Warnings:Other than the fact the romance is between to blokes this is very fairy tale like. True love, honour, saving the world etc.
Summery: A world surrounded by darkness waits for their chosen one.
Disclaimer: Not mine. George Lucus owns them (lucky him) I make no money from them
Feedback: I have finished this story and there is a sequel planned so if you like it I'll post some more.
Thanks to: Mady and Boots for beta reading and Dane Dream Wyeth for all her help
Notes: I have messed about with character ages in this fic to make it work properly.
Prologue- THE TIME BEFORE
She brought her hands together as if in prayer. Bowing her head, closing her eyes against the pain that lay within her soul. Silver, white hair that told of her Jedi heritage cascaded over her shoulders giving her a halo of shimmering light. Her hands opened to form a cup revealing a small sphere of sparkling gold. She gently blew on it, her tender breath lifting it effortlessly up into the air and high above her head. The dark shadows of the forest were banished by its beauty. Without lifting her head she spoke, her voice gaining a power that did not break the spell but wove it into the fabric of the world more tightly.
"This is my legacy and my prophecy. I will not be the last. I give a part of my soul to make another, one strong enough to finish my fight. They will come fifteen years after my death, when almost all hope has gone. In your darkest hour the brightest light will be seen, leading you towards eternal peace and light." The ball of magic rose higher and higher until it disappeared into the mist.
She looked about her. These were her final moments, but she was ready. She had died fighting but alas, even she was not strong enough to fend of the poison off darkness. She looked once more to those gathered around her. Her family, her friends, her subjects.
"I can finally rest, my body is tired from the fight, but my soul is strong. I will return, at least in part. The soul is a majestic thing so never doubt the power of mine." She laid her head down, closed her eyes and drifted away. An old man looked to those around him who had gathered at their Queen's bedside. He spoke,
"The last is dead and all hope with her." A young man wearing a hooded dark robe with the crescent of the Jedi brotherhood stepped forward, out from the shadows.
"Not the last, not all hope."
"You believe her prophecy?" It wasn't really a question but a plea. The younger man spoke with the confidence that only a force user possessed.
"I believe in her soul. We will be set free of the darkness."
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Many hundreds of years ago a planet with seas of blue and lush green continents shone in the cold darkness of space with light and magic. Its people were peace loving led by the Jedi Sisters and counselled by the Jedi brotherhood. The Jedi held the power of the force within them. The Sisters also held magic, giving them the power they needed to lead their people and maintain peace but a great evil had descended on this beautiful planet. Snatching the peace, stealing the magic and suffocating its soul. The Sisters were poisoned by The Darkness. After five hundred years of fear, hate, suspicion and war the last of the Jedi women had died leaving a planet in darkness with only a few remaining Jedi Brothers to lead them.
Qui-Gon had not been born when the Darkness had first closed its grip on his world, but he remembered it.
All Jedi men did.
Memories passed on through the force down the bloodline through the generations. Father to son.
It was their gift.
It was their curse.
As the Jedi sisters had held the magic of this lost world causing them to be the ones to lead the people into battle when the Darkness had first appeared, the Jedi Brothers held its soul and its history. They were not warriors, their gift allowed them to give counsel and teach the young, they were not prepared to lead the armies into war. Their number too was declining, only a few full Jedi remained. Jedi with two Jedi parents and full Jedi powers were becoming more and more scarce. Qui-Gon knew that the Brotherhood would soon follow the fate of the sisters.
Qui-Gon looked down at his son cradled in his arms. He had lost his Queen that night but with her he had lost his wife and mother of his child. He feared for his son, and for himself. He didn't know how he was going to protect his son from the darkness which lurked everywhere. A single tear fell from his eye and rolled down his cheek unhindered. He looked up into the heavens where tiny pinpricks of light shone in the expanse of space.
"I know you can hear me my Queen, my beloved, my soul mate. At least I pray you do." Qui-Gon took a moment to gather his thoughts. "What should I do now that you are no longer with me?" He felt a tingle at the back of his mind where a bond once lay, full of life, but now lay dormant and through it he heard a whisper on the wind.
"I am still here my love, watching over you and our son. Don't give up on him. Hold him up to the light."
"But the light has gone." He closed his eyes willing the flood of pain and memories back.
"Then find it my heart. Fight for it as I have spent my life doing, like so many before me. You have the strength. Be the first of your kind to be a warrior."
"But I don't have the power."
"Then take it from me. As I gave the power of my soul to my prophecy I give you the power and knowledge of my mind. Use it well. Goodbye my brother."
"Goodbye my Queen" Loneliness once again swept around him but now he had something to protect his son from it, he now had a purpose. He could feel the power of her being flow through his blood, the skill to be a warrior was now his, and perhaps it always had been. Now the fire in his heart burned brightly.
"One day I will join you my Queen, but first I have your battle to fight. To hold out until the one whose coming you foretold. I will use the weapon you have chosen to bestow on me. Thank you." He wrapped his robe tighter around him and his son and disappeared into the night.
Rating: R
Category: AU, Angst, H/C
Warnings:Other than the fact the romance is between to blokes this is very fairy tale like. True love, honour, saving the world etc.
Summery: A world surrounded by darkness waits for their chosen one.
Disclaimer: Not mine. George Lucus owns them (lucky him) I make no money from them
Feedback: I have finished this story and there is a sequel planned so if you like it I'll post some more.
Thanks to: Mady and Boots for beta reading and Dane Dream Wyeth for all her help
Notes: I have messed about with character ages in this fic to make it work properly.
Prologue- THE TIME BEFORE
She brought her hands together as if in prayer. Bowing her head, closing her eyes against the pain that lay within her soul. Silver, white hair that told of her Jedi heritage cascaded over her shoulders giving her a halo of shimmering light. Her hands opened to form a cup revealing a small sphere of sparkling gold. She gently blew on it, her tender breath lifting it effortlessly up into the air and high above her head. The dark shadows of the forest were banished by its beauty. Without lifting her head she spoke, her voice gaining a power that did not break the spell but wove it into the fabric of the world more tightly.
"This is my legacy and my prophecy. I will not be the last. I give a part of my soul to make another, one strong enough to finish my fight. They will come fifteen years after my death, when almost all hope has gone. In your darkest hour the brightest light will be seen, leading you towards eternal peace and light." The ball of magic rose higher and higher until it disappeared into the mist.
She looked about her. These were her final moments, but she was ready. She had died fighting but alas, even she was not strong enough to fend of the poison off darkness. She looked once more to those gathered around her. Her family, her friends, her subjects.
"I can finally rest, my body is tired from the fight, but my soul is strong. I will return, at least in part. The soul is a majestic thing so never doubt the power of mine." She laid her head down, closed her eyes and drifted away. An old man looked to those around him who had gathered at their Queen's bedside. He spoke,
"The last is dead and all hope with her." A young man wearing a hooded dark robe with the crescent of the Jedi brotherhood stepped forward, out from the shadows.
"Not the last, not all hope."
"You believe her prophecy?" It wasn't really a question but a plea. The younger man spoke with the confidence that only a force user possessed.
"I believe in her soul. We will be set free of the darkness."
____________________________________________________________________
Many hundreds of years ago a planet with seas of blue and lush green continents shone in the cold darkness of space with light and magic. Its people were peace loving led by the Jedi Sisters and counselled by the Jedi brotherhood. The Jedi held the power of the force within them. The Sisters also held magic, giving them the power they needed to lead their people and maintain peace but a great evil had descended on this beautiful planet. Snatching the peace, stealing the magic and suffocating its soul. The Sisters were poisoned by The Darkness. After five hundred years of fear, hate, suspicion and war the last of the Jedi women had died leaving a planet in darkness with only a few remaining Jedi Brothers to lead them.
Qui-Gon had not been born when the Darkness had first closed its grip on his world, but he remembered it.
All Jedi men did.
Memories passed on through the force down the bloodline through the generations. Father to son.
It was their gift.
It was their curse.
As the Jedi sisters had held the magic of this lost world causing them to be the ones to lead the people into battle when the Darkness had first appeared, the Jedi Brothers held its soul and its history. They were not warriors, their gift allowed them to give counsel and teach the young, they were not prepared to lead the armies into war. Their number too was declining, only a few full Jedi remained. Jedi with two Jedi parents and full Jedi powers were becoming more and more scarce. Qui-Gon knew that the Brotherhood would soon follow the fate of the sisters.
Qui-Gon looked down at his son cradled in his arms. He had lost his Queen that night but with her he had lost his wife and mother of his child. He feared for his son, and for himself. He didn't know how he was going to protect his son from the darkness which lurked everywhere. A single tear fell from his eye and rolled down his cheek unhindered. He looked up into the heavens where tiny pinpricks of light shone in the expanse of space.
"I know you can hear me my Queen, my beloved, my soul mate. At least I pray you do." Qui-Gon took a moment to gather his thoughts. "What should I do now that you are no longer with me?" He felt a tingle at the back of his mind where a bond once lay, full of life, but now lay dormant and through it he heard a whisper on the wind.
"I am still here my love, watching over you and our son. Don't give up on him. Hold him up to the light."
"But the light has gone." He closed his eyes willing the flood of pain and memories back.
"Then find it my heart. Fight for it as I have spent my life doing, like so many before me. You have the strength. Be the first of your kind to be a warrior."
"But I don't have the power."
"Then take it from me. As I gave the power of my soul to my prophecy I give you the power and knowledge of my mind. Use it well. Goodbye my brother."
"Goodbye my Queen" Loneliness once again swept around him but now he had something to protect his son from it, he now had a purpose. He could feel the power of her being flow through his blood, the skill to be a warrior was now his, and perhaps it always had been. Now the fire in his heart burned brightly.
"One day I will join you my Queen, but first I have your battle to fight. To hold out until the one whose coming you foretold. I will use the weapon you have chosen to bestow on me. Thank you." He wrapped his robe tighter around him and his son and disappeared into the night.