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Memories of the Jedi
By Calvin Norman
Prologue:
A cloaked figure silently glided into the room. Behind him, a legion of white armoured clones.
The librarian walked up and asked, "What do you want?"
The way the figure replied you could tell he expected respect. "I want access into the Jedi archives."
She responded with the same tone "Only a Jedi master of the council can have access."
The hooded figure rose to his full height than in a load voice proclaimed "Than you are a enemy of the empire and a traitor." The time it took him to stab her and sheath the blade again was almost an instant.
She was dead before she hit the ground.
There was a scared silence.
Then with one single command, hell broke lose.
"These people have betrayed the empire; kill them."
Hundreds of clones poured into the temple. For every one the Jedi killed, 10 more appeared.
They were outnumbered, and were going to die.
The boy hid in the boxes: watching; watching his friends being shot down by the clones or cut down by a strangers blade, no mercy was spared for any age or species.
His masters killed and slaughtered. His entire life was dying, dying right before his eyes and he was helpless to stop it.
He couldn't help but wonder was it his fault? Had he done something bad and the Jedi had decided to punish them.
Could it be his fault? Could it…