Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings and "Star Wars". They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, George Lucas, and Disney. All canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.

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Welcome to the final part of my fanfiction mini-trilogy, The Maranguan Chronicles. :) While this isn't the end of my Origin Series, part of my Long Series, this will, hopefully, tie up some loose ends. As for this story, it's going to focus on a canon character that doesn't have a lot of backstory in the "Star Wars" galaxy. So, keep a lookout for him. :)

So, without further, ado, I present The Shaman of the Whills.

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Before the First World's existence, the Emperor-Beyond-the-Sea created the Whills. The Whills were connected to the Force, an ancient power connected to all living beings. For a time, the Emperor-Beyond-the-Sea enjoyed hearing tales spun by the Whills, for their wisdom was great and true beyond measure.

The Emperor-Beyond-the-Sea hoped for better things when he and Aslan created the First World, the world that began the Universe. Sadly, this was not meant to last.

Before the hour when Aslan gave the Dalmatian Janus her name and before the pointy-eared dog Maximus started Death's journey into the Universe, the Emperor-Beyond-the-Sea entrusted the Whills not to commit treason against Him. He hadn't planned on a Shaman of the Whills, a man of great wisdom and to fall in love with the purple dragonoid Helen.

It was well into their marriage, when Helen was pregnant, that the Shaman learned this dragonoid was a shapeshifter, much like himself. How treacherous! So thoughtless! The wisdom he knew was sapped. This was the first time that wisdom could be proven wrong. And so, the Shaman sent Helen into the escape pod, taking their human daughters with her. He had no idea of the consequences of his actions until it was too late.

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Parker Dooley clicked the nearest button. His disc-like ship, with its red outer shell, had seen so much in its metallic lifetime. The new walls and metal floors were treated with care, as was the hidden rooms underneath the floor. Parker couldn't recall a time when his ship didn't fall to ruin. That was a treat! But it also made the hobbit wonder if it was worth it.

Parker, in his human form, looked and behaved like a hobbit. He had thick, curly brown hair on his head and the tops of his feet. His eyes were as blue as the bright blue sky. His facial features, even in his dragonoid form, were fair and rugged. He had pale skin, a little lighter from spending much of his time indoors, while planning meetings with various shapeshifters, who were part of his empire, the Shadow Empire as it was called.

His main form was that of a red dragonoid, who looked human in height and yet retained lizard-like features. He had a thin, muscular frame in his human-hobbit form and his dragonoid form. His head was dragon-like, complete with a short snout, yellow eyes with swirling red mist in the irises, revealing his evil counterpart Maranguan still lurking inside him, a medium-sized tail that naturally curled around his feet, black claws, and black spikes that flowed down his back to his tail.

The other added feature to his scaly skin, even reaching his human-hobbit skin, was the scars and burn marks that appeared on half of his body. Some of the scars and burn marks had vanished some time ago, while the rest remained. Aslan promised him that his scars would go away when he did a good deed, whenever that was.

He sighed upon seeing his scars and burn marks. It saddened him when he remembered how he got the scars and burn marks. The memory was so vivid, but painful. He heard screams of Vitiate's soldiers as they fell, crippled by the dark power festering inside him. Then it was over. The soldiers were dead, but it wasn't enough. Parker, in his red dragonoid form, let out a blood-curdling scream, allowing his body to ignite, burn until long jagged scars, tiny scars, and burn marks showed up all over his body and face. By the time it was over, his eyes turned red, bloodshot red, while the whites in his eyes turned a sickly pink color. He shivered in horror at the memory, not wanting to return to his wicked ways ever again!

He was donned in a long blue cape, a long blue jacket, a white tunic, and a pair of brown trousers. All his new clothing kept him from seeing the scars and burn marks, even though the pain still resided, hurting him and reminding him of the terror that was Maranguan, the evil-dragonoid-turned-grey. So far, the cape and trousers were a little dirty at the bottoms, due to his travel on the planet Lehon, where he was captured by the Rakata and sent into one of their cages. He was thankful for Qua'ra for releasing him from his cage. He needed her, now more than ever. As any friend would need from their companion.

He sat in the captain's chair, inside the cockpit of his ship, admiring the swirling bluish-white light coming from the hyperspace route. There was the co-pilot's chair nearby, where his apprentice Qua'ra sat.

Qua'ra, in her human form, the form that she was in now, was fair-faced and had a thin frame, thanks to the exercise she did to help her when she wanted to transform into the light brown lioness form Scar-ra, as Parker named her. Jagged scars strewn across Qua'ra's body and tail in this form, but somehow those scars appeared on her human form, sometimes without reason. Her skin was pale, if not a little tanned from being outdoors a lot. Her long brunette hair was straight and flowed down her back. Her hair windblown from hers and Parker's experience with the Rakata soldiers – aliens with tridactyl limbs, smooth skin, and horizontal eyestalks – and the Eldest Rakata, who seemed to know everything about them. As for her eyes, they were green as diamonds, keeping a mystery that Parker had yet to find out.

The clothes Qua'ra wore were a furry brown jacket, a white shirt, a brown pair of pants, and black sports shoes, which were really comfortable. So comfortable she didn't want to take them off – not that she wanted to! It was just that she was on a ship and in the co-pilot's chair, checking on the ship to make sure everything was in order, like it was supposed to be.

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Parker checked the coordinates. He was quite certain he and Qua'ra were nearing their destination. The wormhole would take them back to the planet Zafna, where their base resided. Parker sighed, wondering if he would see his wife, Eliza, again.

They hadn't met since Parker turned evil, turned into the dark dragonoid Maranguan. Oh, how he missed her! He would have to thank the golden-brown lion, Corin, for blocking him before he attacked his wife. If it wasn't for that choice, Parker wouldn't have gone grey, between the light and the dark.

He looked at Qua'ra now in curiosity. "The wormhole should be here!" He tapped the smaller screen with his index finger. "This is where we were. Close to Coruscant and nowhere near Lehon."

"I hope you're right," Qua'ra said, calmly. She admitted, "I was too busy saving your life. I couldn't believe the Rakata confused you for another hobbit. Let alone a famous one, such as Tobias." Her brow furrowed, quizzically. "I wonder what happened to them. Tobias and Janet."

"I don't know," Parker said, concerned. The last he heard about Janet, the Dalmatian turned into a human woman, and her hobbit husband Tobias was their time spent in Lehon went from good to bad. He couldn't believe Tobias had been the wolf that attacked the Rakata! Would he ever meet Tobias and Janet? Would they know who he was? He sighed, wondering if he would learn more about them.

He looked up upon seeing a vortex along the bluish-white hyperspace wall. He almost recognized the vortex until it changed from dark to a golden color. Before he had time to question it, the ship hurled its way towards the wormhole, unable to escape its vacuum. It was too late to turn back!

"What's going on?" Qua'ra shrieked, trying a few buttons.

"I think we're being pulled through!" He released his grip on a lever, but not before trying out another button. He jumped for joy when the ship responded to his button pushing. "Yes! We're just—"

Whack!

"Father!" Qua'ra cried out to the air.

Parker's head swam viciously. His hand fell from the controls, landing limply on the chair. He looked up. The last thing he saw, before fainting, was a creature wearing a dark robe and a gold mask, staring down at him in interest and intrigue.

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Thanks for reading. :)

References:

Aslan is the Great Lion from C.S. Lewis' book series, The Chronicles of Narnia.