A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….
Prologue
Etti IV.
The sun burned down out of the stormy dark sky, drying up the result of a particularly violent storm. The burning heat dried up every drop of water in sight, and scorched the land with its dryness.
When the starship touched down on the planet, the boy was in awe. He had never seen one of these. A Republic shuttle, most likely with someone important on board.
"And important people usually have important stuff," the boy thought to himself. He was only eight, and had long, wavy, blondish-brown hair. He lived alone in an abandoned warehouse, one of Industrial Automation's old warehouses, when droids were made by people. the reason this particular child was thinking these particular thoughts was because he was a pickpocketer. He stole to live, and he had been doing it since he was four. Now, most four year olds would die without care, but this child was powerful. He was strong with the Force. What he didn't realize was that the people one this newly arrived ship had the Force too. They were Jedi, a master and his previous apprentice. And what the child didn't know was that these people were going to change his life.