Star Wars: Jedi of the Night

by zen.vamphog

A story of a young boy who had lost his mother at a young age, leaving his younger brother and himself all alone in the world. This is a story of his quest for vengeance that will lead him down the path a Jedi should never follow, bringing him to a new light of darkness and evil found in his family line.

Star Wars: Jedi of the night
Prologue
It has been many years since Xina had learned of her son's force sensitivity. Yet she had never even spoken of it since the day it had happened. Xjan had spent his young life as a medical officer for the Mandalorian Republic, always wondering why he had been so different from all the other children. Xjan had only been granted permission to play with the other students on special days such as the days where he would be able to celebrate his birthday. However, his younger brother Zen had always lived the normal life that he could only dream of. So is the fate of Xjan Genosi.

He would possibly never know the reason to as why he was given this fate, the fate of an outcast. This boy would never know a normal life, the life his classmates had lived. And it was all that he ever had wanted, a life in which he could be friends with the students of his school and still work with his mother. Not having to give up friends to keep a secret.

And to top that, his strange ability with a weapon he had found in a security block. Hidden away inside of his mother's room. A weapon like no other, a weapon with a blade that weighed absolutely nothing! It was unlike anything he had ever seen, far different from the old, worn vibrosword he had acquired many years before. But what surprised him was his ability to successfully wield this mysterious weapon.

And all though his life had changed from the day he discovered his strange "powers" it had not been as bad, until the nightmare had begun. These nightmares were of the worst kind. Visions of death, destruction and evil. He remembered that horrible time. These nightmares had prevented him from sleeping, from rest, and even from performing to his greatest ability.

Xjan had opened his eyes in a flash of terror, awaking from a nightmare. He raised his young hand to his forehead and gently wiped the beads of sweat from his pale skin. It had been a total of three weeks since he had a full goodnight's sleep, he had nightmares each and every night for all 21 consecutive nights. And every night it had been the same nightmare, the same awful dream. He would wake into an eternal darkness, surrounded by many bodies. Looking out to notice that they were the bodies of his classmates and family. His young wandering eyes widened to the sight of all the dead that were all around him. With mysterious wounds around all over their bodies, most cut to pieces. Some burned and coursed with what would resemble lightning.

Terrified of his visions he lifted his hands to his face, feeling the cold touch of metal to his cheek. Glancing to his right, he had caught a glimpse of a metallic material that lined the cylinder in his hand. Moving his hand left hand to firmly grasp the metallic cylinder in his hand, activating a lever and drawing the red blade of pure energy. And with no control, striking down his own brother.
The young child sat in the corner of his room. "Will these nightmares ever end?" He asked himself and then answered his own question. "No, of course they won't." Giving up on his thoughts, he went to lie in bed. Trying to sleep as best he could.