After I left the order I wasn't sure what to with myself. Not once did my path waver yet when things looked bad I was betrayed, left to rot and treated like a common criminal with no regard for my years of unwavering loyalty, even my own master thought I was guilty. I learned something that day. While the order may be born of light it's tainted, there is a dark stain growing within it and where it comes from I do not know. Weather it's the war that rages or something deeper is unclear, and I may never fully understand just how deep it goes. But one thing that I know for sure is that I follow my own path now. Where will it eventually lead, somewhere great.

After I left I knew the first place for me to go was back to my people, they welcomed me with open arms and over the next year they helped me understand the world and how to survive it. I learnt of all of the things that the council forbade. I heard music, I danced, I laughed and I even loved. What happened after that? did I fall to the dark side? Was I consumed by my hatred? No. If anything being able to enjoy life made my faith in the light grow stronger. life it seemed had become more pleasant then I could possibly imagine, that was until the wars ended and the true battle began. I felt it before I heard it, it was like someone had taken a blade and drove it through my back. I knew that change was coming and I had to be ready. When it all happened, what I later knew to be order 66 I felt myself drawn to a cave outside of my village. It did not take me long to find where I was going even though it was far away from my people, what did I find in there? New crystals to build light sabers, so over the next month that's what I did, using what was around me I constructed two sabres that I knew I was meant to hold. The force bought me here for a reason, I needed to know why.

When I exited the cave I was grated by an unwelcome site, a pillar of black smoke loomed on the horizon. It was my people. I rushed back as quickly as I could to find my village in ruins and my people being lead away in chains. but by who I did not know, they wore armor similar to that of the clones but they where different. There was something about them, a sort of pressing evil that couldn't be mistaken. I wanted to do something with every bone in my body but there where too many. There was nothing that I could do. As much as it hurt I turned my back, ready to abandon my people but it seems that it was not the forces will. I heard a familiar voice in the distance.

"GIVE EM HELL BOYS!"

I could have recognized that voice anywhere, it was clones. Sure enough I was right, I turned back towards my people to see a squad of clones charge from the treelines and flank the mystery troops. This was my chance and I had to take it. I ran towards the troops, catching them off guard from two flanks we made easy work of them but then something unexpected happened. I expected them to be happy to see that there was a surviving jedi, even if I did leave the order. But when they saw me I was greeted by raised guns and a strong sence of confusion that clouded to air.

With great difficulty I was able to convince them that I was not a threat and eventually I was able to defuse the situation. But then they told me everything, about order 66, The chips in their heads and that they had to fight the Jedi and how the chancellor. Who I now knew to be a Sith, had formed the galactic empire. The new had shaken me to my core. The order was gone and the Sith rose in their place, this was bad. But there was hope, although nobody believed them a large portion of the surviving clones weren't ready to sit back and watch the world burn. These clones weren't acting alone. This was it, I knew in my heart that this was my purpose. I had to help to this empire, so I did. I joined with the clones and together we made a difference, together we showed people that they could make a difference. That they didn't have to lay down and take it, we helped them realize that they could something more. We helped the world to help itself, we where the first spark in the fires of a rebellion.