Hola, first things first, I'm Mike. Second, when I have romance listed
under this, that is only a possibility…I'm still up in the air about
whether or not I want any romance in this. But if I do, there will
probably be a lemon, lol. Although maybe just one, I dunno, I don't really
know if I even want one in this =(. So if you are reading for lemons, turn
back now!!! O.O!!!
But anyway, I also want everyone to know this story will have basically two points of view. The one of the Jedi, and the one of the Sith. I will signal the switch with this
Across the screen and such. Also, remember, review A LOT, please =D More reviews make me wanna get more written and such! And if you have any suggestions about what you think might make a good twist, I don't mind you putting those in the reviews too. Hope you all enjoy!!!
"The Light and the Dark"
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
Jedi scouts continue to scout out all planets and systems, searching
endlessly to find any candidates for the Jedi Academy. One day, upon scouting the
planet of Naboo, a young boy, by the name of Cyon Herian was found.
He had very high levels of midichlorians in his blood stream; not enough
to be a questionable candidate for "The one," but definitely
high levels.
Cyon was brought to the academy, and began his teachings and
trainings in the force at a young age. At about the same time,
another boy was found, with a name not yet given
to him. Unfortunately, this boy was founded by
a Sith scout, who checked his midichlorian
level, which also came out to a high rank.
He was immediately taken to the Sith Catacombs,
where he also soon began his training in the
ways of the Dark side of the force...
This is the story of the life each boy lead...
The life of a Jedi, protector of peace,
and the life of a Sith, destroyer of peace.
Now... Our story begins on the planet of
Coruscant, where our young Jedi begins his
journey to becoming a Jedi Knight...
Coruscant is busier than ever. Hovercrafts zoom and dart across the streets below, zooming in between buildings, taking sharp corners, everyone seems to be in a hurry. Up above this level of racing hovercars, yet another level of hovercars await, all taking to the air slightly above the others, forming layers upon layers of traffic. These layers of traffic have hovercars all following direct and distinct paths set by little hovering lights in the air, allowing drivers to stay in their lanes.
Once the layers of traffic surpass the height of the massive buildings, the traffic becomes more focused on the number of starships entering and leaving the planet's orbit. Ships of all kinds pass down through the atmosphere, or pass back up through it, leaving the gravitational pull of the planet within minutes afterward. From the largest starships, starships leaving huge shadows covering some of the city, to the tiniest one-manned star ships are seen coming in and taking off, each going about their own duty.
In the middle of all these rushing spacecraft and mass of buildings, there is one area that stands out from the rest of the planet. A large temple stands, built higher than any other building visible on the planet, towering above the others. Despite how tall the building is, it is fit with some of the most elaborate, beautiful designs from all ends of the galaxy. The designs trail down the sides in long, curving designs, as if large serpents encircling the building, falling down and being engraved deep in its walls.
The walls of this temple look ancient, yet in their own way, make the structure look more advanced and better built than any other building there. The walls also signify that it has been standing much longer than any of the other buildings, yet was in just as good of shape as the rest. As you travel down the massive building, you come upon a large garden at the bottom, filling a massive square where the building stands in the middle, the garden divided into numerous sections.
Each area seems to be well taken care of, with flowers flourishing everywhere, not a dead one to be seen throughout them all. Strange, not even a wilted one could be seen. Were the gardeners just that good? Or perhaps, was there a presence prolonging their life significantly? No, the gardeners must have just been thorough, right?
Upon further inspection of this temple, you see numerous kids, around the age of 7, all grouped together in an orderly square, standing at attention before one man. The man smiles down at all of his pupils, then slowly slides into a martial arts stance, the pupils all mimicking his movements almost to the point of exact duplication; they still needed practice. From that stance, the Master then began a lengthy showing of numerous stances and maneuvers, attacks and defense moves and etc. Each student tried to mimic these performances to the best of their abilities, one student seeming to shine out above the others.
He was a small boy, his hair and outfit the exact same as every boy his age; his outfit was that of the traditional Jedi robe with a belt wrapped around his waist with brown boots. His hair was cut very short, and slightly spiked forward as his hair came back into a very small rat's tail. This boy was Cyon Herian. As the master continued his display for the students to mimic, another man stood off in the distance, next to large tree, covered in flowers, giving him a nice, cool patch of shade.
He was a tall, black man with his head shaved, leaving him bald as he held his hands behind his back. He smiled at the students, then without turning to his side, talked to the much smaller figure next to him. "Master Yoda, do you notice that boy? Third row, number 7?" The smaller figure to his side nodded slowly, "Yes, much promise he shows, a true Jedi Knight he will make." The taller man smiled to himself, savoring and taking in the pleasures of the force being passed on to younger generations, who will one day pass it on to the next generation of Jedi.
"Come, Windu, back to the council we must return." The smaller figure said as he turned around, slowly hobbling off back toward the entrance of the tall building. The taller man followed behind, still keeping his hands behind his back as the two entered the building.
Out on a desert planet, located in the middle of nowhere, on the outskirts of the planet, the tip of a pyramid is seen. The stones of this pyramid are black, piling on top of each other, rising no higher than a story and a half. There is one door, located on one of the four sides of the pyramid that slides up, revealing a passage of stairs, spiraling down, going beneath the sand level. There are torches lit along the walls, providing minimal lighting along the way down.
Along the way, there are several doors, leading into private chambers for Sith masters and their apprentices to rest and meditate, or perhaps train, between missions. The stair way continues down, deeper and deeper into the pyramid. One door is slightly larger than the previous ones, and inside is a large focused on the training of the younger Sith. Such as in the garden of the Jedi, the Sith children stand in an orderly square, all facing forward, watching their master. The master holds his hands behind his back, being quite tall. His head almost hits the roof, towering above the students, just his cold, green eyes staring into theirs striking fear into their hearts.
The master runs a strict, smooth class. All of his students look up at him, none of them moving at all as the master paces across the class. He then stops, turning his back to them, his voice booming through the room, "Today, class, you will all witness your first death." A section of the wall of the room slowly lifted, exposing a glass window, looking into a room.
Inside this room, a human was strapped onto a chair, restraints being fastened at his wrists, his ankles, and around his neck. Another Sith was standing behind him, his hand gripping a lever attached to the wall. The rebel squirmed in the chair, gritting his teeth as he tried desperately to escape. The Sith master grinned, "Now, class, notice the fear in his eyes. He knows that soon, he will be killed." He turns his head, looking back at his pupils, "Fear is a most powerful ally. Striking fear into your opponent's heart will leave them even more vulnerable. You must learn how to properly strike fear through people everywhere, or else you've already failed in becoming a Sith."
The students watched on as the man struggled helplessly. He began to scream loudly, almost sobbing, pleading for mercy as the Sith slowly pulled the lever. Immediately, thousands upon thousands of jolts of electricity flowed into the man's body. He shouted and screamed in utter pain, jolting up and down in his chair as the student's looked on, fearful to look away, thinking their master would take this as a weakness.
The Sith slowly lifts the lever again, the wall closing once again at the same time. The master turned back around slowly, grinning a toothy smile down at his students, his reptilian skin giving way to his massive teeth. "Now, my students, it was important for you to witness this. You will now witness a death every other day, for a month straight. Each one will be more gruesome than the last. This is to make you less vulnerable to when it comes to death, helping you get a better understanding of it, to lose your fear of it."
The master hears something, looking to the corner of the square. He sees our other star, the young Sith. The master walks up to him, holding his hands behind his back as he stares down at the youth with cold, uncaring eyes. "Something you wish to share with us, number 78?" The young child looked up at his master, being no older than 7, "No, Master." The master glares down at him, then before the child can even keep up with his movements, the master brings his hand up, and slaps the child across his face, sending him down onto his back. "Number 78, you should learn to be more respectful, or else you will wind up dead one of these days."
The young boy quickly rose to his feet, wiping his cheek slowly, a bit of blood dripping down his lip, tears seeming to form. The master frowned disapprovingly, "Hmph. You better toughen up, child. Next time, my blow will be much harder to take." The child nodded slowly, then wiped his eyes slowly with his long sleeve, looking back up at his master. Oddly, the boy seems to be stronger from this, staring his master back in the eyes with a determination. The master smirked at this, then continued his teachings.
Four years pass, and we once again see number 78 in his own quarters along with his two room mates, numbers 79 and 77. All three of them working at their bed side, putting together the various components of their lightsabers. 11 year old number 78, completes his first; a red beam shoots out from the tip of his handle, extending out in front of him. The sight of his first lightsaber seems to mystify him as he slowly moves it about in front of him. He stands up, then retracts his lightsaber as he walks forward and out of the room, heading straight to his master to in form him of the completion of his work.
After these same four years, 11 year old Cyon sits in his room, along with his fellow room mate, Alexia Quetec, who smiles as she watches him fumble with the various components of his own lightsaber. She giggles, watching him drop it to the floor and sigh in frustration. He picks it back up and continues working, she stands up and smiles, turning the purple blade of her lightsaber on. As if to show off before shutting it back down and patting Cyon on the shoulder, making her way out of the room to tell her teacher of her success. Cyon gave another sigh, then put his lightsaber to his side, giving up on it for tonight.
He yawned tiredly, bringing his hands up behind his head and laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. His eyes slowly began to shut, easily drifting off into a peaceful, lulling sleep. Before entirely asleep, his began to wonder, speculate about what was to become of him. He had some doubts about his abilities, yet he was always taught not to doubt your self here. That you can be anything you want if you work hard enough for it. Cyon then began to think about one of his fellow classmates who rose to ask a question of the teacher, bluntly stating, "If we can be anything we want, why did you only become a teacher?" The other students giggled slightly at him, and the teacher chuckled softly, not embarrassed at all. "Because, this is what I wanted. I wanted to be able to educate the new Jedi of tomorrow, and to show you how rewarding that can be, I think you should be my personal teaching assistant this week," he said with a smile.
His classmate frowned, knowing that meant he would have to work twice as hard as everyone else in helping the teacher with various kinds of tasks and the like. Cyon chuckled a bit, these pleasant thoughts relaxing his mind off of his future, allowing him to finally drift off into sleep.
Author: Well, that was chapter one! =D did you like!? Was it decent at least!? Do you want more? If you do, PLEASE REVIEW! ;.; It's no fun if I don't think people read my story, and how do I know unless you review? ^^ Any commentary is welcomed, thanks!
But anyway, I also want everyone to know this story will have basically two points of view. The one of the Jedi, and the one of the Sith. I will signal the switch with this
Across the screen and such. Also, remember, review A LOT, please =D More reviews make me wanna get more written and such! And if you have any suggestions about what you think might make a good twist, I don't mind you putting those in the reviews too. Hope you all enjoy!!!
"The Light and the Dark"
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
Jedi scouts continue to scout out all planets and systems, searching
endlessly to find any candidates for the Jedi Academy. One day, upon scouting the
planet of Naboo, a young boy, by the name of Cyon Herian was found.
He had very high levels of midichlorians in his blood stream; not enough
to be a questionable candidate for "The one," but definitely
high levels.
Cyon was brought to the academy, and began his teachings and
trainings in the force at a young age. At about the same time,
another boy was found, with a name not yet given
to him. Unfortunately, this boy was founded by
a Sith scout, who checked his midichlorian
level, which also came out to a high rank.
He was immediately taken to the Sith Catacombs,
where he also soon began his training in the
ways of the Dark side of the force...
This is the story of the life each boy lead...
The life of a Jedi, protector of peace,
and the life of a Sith, destroyer of peace.
Now... Our story begins on the planet of
Coruscant, where our young Jedi begins his
journey to becoming a Jedi Knight...
Coruscant is busier than ever. Hovercrafts zoom and dart across the streets below, zooming in between buildings, taking sharp corners, everyone seems to be in a hurry. Up above this level of racing hovercars, yet another level of hovercars await, all taking to the air slightly above the others, forming layers upon layers of traffic. These layers of traffic have hovercars all following direct and distinct paths set by little hovering lights in the air, allowing drivers to stay in their lanes.
Once the layers of traffic surpass the height of the massive buildings, the traffic becomes more focused on the number of starships entering and leaving the planet's orbit. Ships of all kinds pass down through the atmosphere, or pass back up through it, leaving the gravitational pull of the planet within minutes afterward. From the largest starships, starships leaving huge shadows covering some of the city, to the tiniest one-manned star ships are seen coming in and taking off, each going about their own duty.
In the middle of all these rushing spacecraft and mass of buildings, there is one area that stands out from the rest of the planet. A large temple stands, built higher than any other building visible on the planet, towering above the others. Despite how tall the building is, it is fit with some of the most elaborate, beautiful designs from all ends of the galaxy. The designs trail down the sides in long, curving designs, as if large serpents encircling the building, falling down and being engraved deep in its walls.
The walls of this temple look ancient, yet in their own way, make the structure look more advanced and better built than any other building there. The walls also signify that it has been standing much longer than any of the other buildings, yet was in just as good of shape as the rest. As you travel down the massive building, you come upon a large garden at the bottom, filling a massive square where the building stands in the middle, the garden divided into numerous sections.
Each area seems to be well taken care of, with flowers flourishing everywhere, not a dead one to be seen throughout them all. Strange, not even a wilted one could be seen. Were the gardeners just that good? Or perhaps, was there a presence prolonging their life significantly? No, the gardeners must have just been thorough, right?
Upon further inspection of this temple, you see numerous kids, around the age of 7, all grouped together in an orderly square, standing at attention before one man. The man smiles down at all of his pupils, then slowly slides into a martial arts stance, the pupils all mimicking his movements almost to the point of exact duplication; they still needed practice. From that stance, the Master then began a lengthy showing of numerous stances and maneuvers, attacks and defense moves and etc. Each student tried to mimic these performances to the best of their abilities, one student seeming to shine out above the others.
He was a small boy, his hair and outfit the exact same as every boy his age; his outfit was that of the traditional Jedi robe with a belt wrapped around his waist with brown boots. His hair was cut very short, and slightly spiked forward as his hair came back into a very small rat's tail. This boy was Cyon Herian. As the master continued his display for the students to mimic, another man stood off in the distance, next to large tree, covered in flowers, giving him a nice, cool patch of shade.
He was a tall, black man with his head shaved, leaving him bald as he held his hands behind his back. He smiled at the students, then without turning to his side, talked to the much smaller figure next to him. "Master Yoda, do you notice that boy? Third row, number 7?" The smaller figure to his side nodded slowly, "Yes, much promise he shows, a true Jedi Knight he will make." The taller man smiled to himself, savoring and taking in the pleasures of the force being passed on to younger generations, who will one day pass it on to the next generation of Jedi.
"Come, Windu, back to the council we must return." The smaller figure said as he turned around, slowly hobbling off back toward the entrance of the tall building. The taller man followed behind, still keeping his hands behind his back as the two entered the building.
Out on a desert planet, located in the middle of nowhere, on the outskirts of the planet, the tip of a pyramid is seen. The stones of this pyramid are black, piling on top of each other, rising no higher than a story and a half. There is one door, located on one of the four sides of the pyramid that slides up, revealing a passage of stairs, spiraling down, going beneath the sand level. There are torches lit along the walls, providing minimal lighting along the way down.
Along the way, there are several doors, leading into private chambers for Sith masters and their apprentices to rest and meditate, or perhaps train, between missions. The stair way continues down, deeper and deeper into the pyramid. One door is slightly larger than the previous ones, and inside is a large focused on the training of the younger Sith. Such as in the garden of the Jedi, the Sith children stand in an orderly square, all facing forward, watching their master. The master holds his hands behind his back, being quite tall. His head almost hits the roof, towering above the students, just his cold, green eyes staring into theirs striking fear into their hearts.
The master runs a strict, smooth class. All of his students look up at him, none of them moving at all as the master paces across the class. He then stops, turning his back to them, his voice booming through the room, "Today, class, you will all witness your first death." A section of the wall of the room slowly lifted, exposing a glass window, looking into a room.
Inside this room, a human was strapped onto a chair, restraints being fastened at his wrists, his ankles, and around his neck. Another Sith was standing behind him, his hand gripping a lever attached to the wall. The rebel squirmed in the chair, gritting his teeth as he tried desperately to escape. The Sith master grinned, "Now, class, notice the fear in his eyes. He knows that soon, he will be killed." He turns his head, looking back at his pupils, "Fear is a most powerful ally. Striking fear into your opponent's heart will leave them even more vulnerable. You must learn how to properly strike fear through people everywhere, or else you've already failed in becoming a Sith."
The students watched on as the man struggled helplessly. He began to scream loudly, almost sobbing, pleading for mercy as the Sith slowly pulled the lever. Immediately, thousands upon thousands of jolts of electricity flowed into the man's body. He shouted and screamed in utter pain, jolting up and down in his chair as the student's looked on, fearful to look away, thinking their master would take this as a weakness.
The Sith slowly lifts the lever again, the wall closing once again at the same time. The master turned back around slowly, grinning a toothy smile down at his students, his reptilian skin giving way to his massive teeth. "Now, my students, it was important for you to witness this. You will now witness a death every other day, for a month straight. Each one will be more gruesome than the last. This is to make you less vulnerable to when it comes to death, helping you get a better understanding of it, to lose your fear of it."
The master hears something, looking to the corner of the square. He sees our other star, the young Sith. The master walks up to him, holding his hands behind his back as he stares down at the youth with cold, uncaring eyes. "Something you wish to share with us, number 78?" The young child looked up at his master, being no older than 7, "No, Master." The master glares down at him, then before the child can even keep up with his movements, the master brings his hand up, and slaps the child across his face, sending him down onto his back. "Number 78, you should learn to be more respectful, or else you will wind up dead one of these days."
The young boy quickly rose to his feet, wiping his cheek slowly, a bit of blood dripping down his lip, tears seeming to form. The master frowned disapprovingly, "Hmph. You better toughen up, child. Next time, my blow will be much harder to take." The child nodded slowly, then wiped his eyes slowly with his long sleeve, looking back up at his master. Oddly, the boy seems to be stronger from this, staring his master back in the eyes with a determination. The master smirked at this, then continued his teachings.
Four years pass, and we once again see number 78 in his own quarters along with his two room mates, numbers 79 and 77. All three of them working at their bed side, putting together the various components of their lightsabers. 11 year old number 78, completes his first; a red beam shoots out from the tip of his handle, extending out in front of him. The sight of his first lightsaber seems to mystify him as he slowly moves it about in front of him. He stands up, then retracts his lightsaber as he walks forward and out of the room, heading straight to his master to in form him of the completion of his work.
After these same four years, 11 year old Cyon sits in his room, along with his fellow room mate, Alexia Quetec, who smiles as she watches him fumble with the various components of his own lightsaber. She giggles, watching him drop it to the floor and sigh in frustration. He picks it back up and continues working, she stands up and smiles, turning the purple blade of her lightsaber on. As if to show off before shutting it back down and patting Cyon on the shoulder, making her way out of the room to tell her teacher of her success. Cyon gave another sigh, then put his lightsaber to his side, giving up on it for tonight.
He yawned tiredly, bringing his hands up behind his head and laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. His eyes slowly began to shut, easily drifting off into a peaceful, lulling sleep. Before entirely asleep, his began to wonder, speculate about what was to become of him. He had some doubts about his abilities, yet he was always taught not to doubt your self here. That you can be anything you want if you work hard enough for it. Cyon then began to think about one of his fellow classmates who rose to ask a question of the teacher, bluntly stating, "If we can be anything we want, why did you only become a teacher?" The other students giggled slightly at him, and the teacher chuckled softly, not embarrassed at all. "Because, this is what I wanted. I wanted to be able to educate the new Jedi of tomorrow, and to show you how rewarding that can be, I think you should be my personal teaching assistant this week," he said with a smile.
His classmate frowned, knowing that meant he would have to work twice as hard as everyone else in helping the teacher with various kinds of tasks and the like. Cyon chuckled a bit, these pleasant thoughts relaxing his mind off of his future, allowing him to finally drift off into sleep.
Author: Well, that was chapter one! =D did you like!? Was it decent at least!? Do you want more? If you do, PLEASE REVIEW! ;.; It's no fun if I don't think people read my story, and how do I know unless you review? ^^ Any commentary is welcomed, thanks!