Taran was laying down to rest. It had been three weeks since the Sith Army crisis and now he was traveling to different planets to stop the Separatist's from conquering other planets in the galaxy, now him and the others were taking a break in the Jedi Temple. He had shown his mettle in countless battles and now he felt as if there was not much to worry about. Yet he would always try to remember one thing: his parents. He knew they had died when he was yet an infant and knew they had been murdered, but by who? As he pondered this he slowly fell to sleep. But after his dream he wished he hadn't.
(Flashback)
Two tan-skinned people huddled over an infant in a cradle made of stone. The man had dreadlocks and a face that resembled Taran's. He had brown eyes and the mother had the same green eyes as Taran did along with his gentle smile. They were both very pretty people with jet-black hair and Earth Kingdom farmer's clothes and looked with joy as there son was falling gently to sleep. Seeing that he was asleep they left the room.
"He's finally asleep," said the father in a deep yet gentle voice.
"I know, it took thirty minutes but it paid off," said the mother in a silky, radiant voice. As the two went outside for a minute to relax the man saw a cloud of dust approaching from the distance.
"Funny, I sent Tyro out just an hour ago. I didn't think he'd be back droving the ostrich-horse this early," he said. He picked up a pair of electrobinoculars and focused in on the cloud of dust. He could barely make out what was in it but it looked like a gang of ten people on speeder bikes.
"Must be some travelers," he mumbled. The group of speeders stopped in front of him about twenty feet away. In the group were various species from around the galaxy with all kinds of blasters strapped to their hips. There leader was in an outfit that resembled an outlaw and a smuggler. His wide-brimmed hat was pulled down so that his eyes were not visible, but his mouth was. His face, though covered, was a dark blue. There was a blaster strapped to his chest too.
"What can I do for you," said the man.
"I'm here to find the next Avatar, Taran Cyneran," said the leader in a cold, metallic, foreign tone. The man grumbled in his throat. Ever since he found out his son was the next Avatar everyone around these parts and a large portion of the galaxy wanted to take a look at him. It was hard enough to try and keep him off the land and hidden from others.
"Sorry, he's asleep," said the man.
"Good, that will make it an even quieter death," said the leader. The man had barely any time to register what he meant before the leader pulled put his blaster and fired at him. The blaster bolt however collided harmlessly to a slab of Earth the man had bended in front of him. The other men in the speeder group began firing as well.
"Neora, take Taran and run as fast as you can," said the man.
"Sung, please be careful," said Neora. As she went to go and get Taran, Sung started to launch attacks at the group. He sent pillars and boulders at the speeder bike gang, who tried their best to dodge the attacks. One of them was not so lucky and a boulder smashed into him with full force. He died instantly as he collided with a stone pillar behind him. Sung then beded a boulder and compacted it until it was smaller than it originally was. Then he bended the boulder, which broke off into small, infinite pebbles and sent them at the group like it was machinegun fire. Four more of them died as the pebbles sliced through their bodies and the last four were incapacitated as the pebbles tore through them too, but they were only wounded. As they struggled on the ground to recover from their wounds sung noticed that the leader of the group was missing. He had bearly time to turn around before he saw the leader standing behind him, blaster drawn. A shot was heard and Sung crumbled to the ground, a blaster burn in his back. The leader held the smiking gun in his hand and advanced into the house.
He found Neora, still trying to calm Taran down, who had sensed something was wrong and began to cry. When she saw the leader she threw her arms over the cradle.
"Don't hurt him," she pleaded.
"Stand aside woman," yelled the leader. She wouldn't move so he pulled the trigger on his blaster and she crumbled to the floor, lifeless as well. He took her body outside and placed it near that of her husband, dead as well. He activated a thermal detonator and sent it into the house. The detonator went off and the house blew up. He then boarded his speeder along with the four other survivors of his group and rode off. The house was in flames, yet in the room a dome of Earth had been erected in the room Taran was in, the sounds of a baby crying heard in it.
Taran woke up in a flash and sat up. He noticed he was still in his room and lay back down in his bed, crying. He had seen something no one else in the galaxy should ever see" the murder of your parents.