This is my first story so please give me constuctive reviews!
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, sadly, I wish I did.
Please tell me if you have ideas on how to continue the plot. I am not promising that I will use them, but I am not the best at story plots.
Thanks for readin
The Force cried.
The Force cried in Horror. The Dark side had all but obliterated the Light. The calm stream of Light was trembling against the strain of the raging torrents of Darkness.
The Force cried in Terror. Its last chance of Light perished with the stroke of a bloody yet clean red blade. Red with Hate. Red with Power. Red with Death.
The Force cried in Pain. The last stream of Light flickered and died.
The Force cried Despair. The Chosen One had failed, yet no one fully understood the consequences.
No one still alive.
Slowly the Force began to unwind, spiraling backwards until it found the turning point. A bright beacon in the shadow of the oncoming doom.
There was a Chosen One, chosen by fate, but he had failed. Now there will be a Savior, chosen by the True Force, and he must not fail. He must ensure the Cosen One's success.
With a powerful surge, the Force flung the essence of its Savior back to where he will begin forging a new path for the Light and the Chosen One.