I am Benjamin, also known as Sholak the Witty, Jedi Master. You have all traveled arduous paths on your way to becoming a warrior of the Force, but mine is a long and painful one to tell. I hope all beings of the Force will learn from my horrible mistakes. But now, you are about to witness a tale of epic proportions. It is a tale of joy, and of sorrow. Of friendship, and betrayal. Of good, and evil. And now, my story begins...
I was born on a world between the Core and the Outer Rim. I never knew my father, who, being a Jedi and forbidden to love, left my mother after he found that I had been conceived. I grew up a fairly normal boy, but I was always shunned and belittled for being the bastard son of a good-for-nothing Jedi. I soon learned to hide my feelings of loneliness with my inherently sharp wit and ability to read people. At school, I was always better at sports than the other boys, but the only one I took a real interest in was Fencing and swordplay.
But my life started to change when, in my third year of schooling, a mysterious boy by the name of Elnshaw transferred into our school. I met him for the first time in the Sparring Ring during Physical Fitness class. He was very skilled for his age, and beat me in a matter of moves. We became fast friends after that: we were inseparable. But even though we were the best of friends, I always sensed that he was holding back something about his past. I had never told Elnshaw that my father was a Jedi, but I think he was starting to suspect.
I would have told him that day, but... that was when they attacked.
The Sith attacked our town, brutally interrogating and then killing anyone they met, as if they were looking for someone. Elnshaw and I were in a sparring match at the time, when two Sith rushed us.
"There he is! He is the One!" shouted one of the Sith, and they both rushed toward Elnshaw. I ran to intercept them, even though I knew that my Vibro-Blade was no match for a Sith Lightsaber. A bolt of Force hit me square in the chest, and I was flung back into the wall.
When I awoke, both Sith were lying on the floor, their life's blood pooling at the center of the Sparring Ring. Elnshaw was gone, and there was a black robed figure standing over me...
Thus began my journey down the path of the Sith. I cannot tell you any more at the current time, but I shall continue my tale in due time.