This story is set within its own time in the Star Wars universe. Some characters, places, and events from the books, movies, and games will make an appearance or be referred to in the story but they won't follow their original time line or purpose.

She raised her training saber defending herself from the horizontal slash. She slid the energy blade across the other attempting to burn her opponent's hands. He spun around to his left and bent his knees, swirling downwards and striking at her knees. She twirled her blade feeling the instinct of the force drive her blade and defend the low attack.

"Mastering the art of Soresu not only requires you to be defensive. But you must have the thought of protecting yourself and your opponent from their own attack." Her red Twi'lek teacher spoke. He raised one hand stopping the training session and backed away. She backed away and bowed, thanking her teacher for the training.

"Thank you Master Veslu. I understand and I will train and meditate upon this knowledge." It was normal to speak respectable to a Jedi Master. She leaned up and saw the relief on the Twi'leks face.

"It's good to see that you understand. But for some students, you have to beat the knowledge into them." Both the student and teacher laughed slightly. The pair turned towards the Enclave on Dantooine and walked through the field leading to the building.

Usually, sparring matches were held within the temple but Vorak Veslu believed outside was better. He personally enjoyed the outdoors more and there was also a perfectly good reason. He would say, "When on a battlefield, the ground isn't perfect."

She handed Veslu the training lightsaber before walking next to him. He placed both training tools within his robes and continued walking. All the while carrying on a pleasant conversation.

"Anya, have you heard any thing from Benda recently, I want to know if my good friend's still away." The Jedi Master looked over to the Padawan standing next to him. She was a brown haired, green eyed, average seventeen year old.

"Nothing yet. He's always on the force's good side so he's probably still alive." She said judging by her teacher's constantly happy and positive personality. He resisted the dark side by keeping a smile on his face and trying to see the positive in everything.

But in battle he changed. The only thing he truly hated was war, and being in a battle changed him. In a duel or fight between two jedi he remained the same afterwards, but when he killed massive amounts of people, he returned and remained quiet for a while. During that time of silence he prayed for the Force to forgive him and the people he killed.

"A jedi of his skill would never be defeated by ordinary soldiers." Veslu said flipping one of his tattooed head tails, or lekku, around his neck and letting the right one hang. Even though he wasn't always positive, Master Veslu was usually in a good mood when Benda was around.

"But as we now, the war always changed him. He'll return and mourn the death of his allies and even his enemies, until he feels the Force has forgiven him." Anya said looking down. Benda always made sure she knew two things, even Sith are living beings and all living beings were a piece of the force.

Benda's greatest gift was also his greatest curse. He had a great connection with the life within the force. When he was in heavily populated areas his mood switched, but rarely. He felt the force flowing in every being but then he also felt it leaving the ones that were slowly dying.

"This war, the Great Temple Wars. Is devastating to everyone, that is why we need students with your ability Anya."

She too, had a slight specialty with the Force. It wasn't as useful as some of the other unique skills but it helped. Anya has learned from Benda how to determine what side of the force an object is on. Normal people had no aura, but a red fog surrounded users of the dark side. The light side users were covered in a blue aura.

The closer a person was to one side, the darker their aura became. A dark blue surrounded the Jedi Masters while a Sith Lord would be shrouded by red. She's never seen a Sith Lord so she wasn't sure what the sight of them would do.

"Your eyes could protect the Jedi and the republic from traitors or spies. A very special talent for such a dire situation." Anya knew she shouldn't let his words sink in. That would lead to pride, one of the many warning signs of the dark.

"But without the teachings of the Master, my eyes would be useless. I am in your debt for this training." Anya bowed to Vaslu once again as they neared the door into the Jedi Enclave.

"Listen." He snapped and began looking towards the sky. Anya did the same and heard a faint noise; they looked in the distance and saw a republic Jedi assault carrier heading toward the Enclave landing port.

They both shivered as a dark presence gripped their senses. Some one was inside of the carrier and they had the presence of pure destruction. Anya focused on the carrier intently trying to bring out the aura within. She saw five Jedi, and another one, but this was different than any Sith she's seen before. The usual red fog was replaced with a black cloud that made the Jedi seem like children compared to its size.

"Anya, what do you see?" Veslu asked preparing for a Sith raid mentally. Anya wasn't sure how to describe the thing she saw, but it was coming from either two things. A Sith artifact of incredible power, or the worse of the two, a Sith Grand Master. One of the auras, she easily recognized as her Jedi Master, Benda.

"Master Benda, four other Jedi Masters, and something sinister. A Sith Lord or something like that." Veslu already knew the part that included the dark presence. He couldn't tell if there was anyone else, the dark side clouded his sense.

"Anya wait here, this could be dangerous." Veslu said. He let the Force surge threw his body to move at an intense rate. Younger, less experienced Jedi were amazed to see a master dashing towards the landing port.

He ran up the ramp that lead to the landing port and waited for the cruiser to come down. He looked around and noticed more Jedi with their weapons ready for an attack. Apparently, everyone felt the surge of pure malice coming from inside.

"Everyone, remain calm. We can handle this." A jedi wearing a milky white robe said. It was Master Seth, head teacher of meditation. He was a tall lean blond, with a slightly feminine voice. But he was powerful.

Everyone tensed up when the side doors slid open. The carrier was in perfect condition besides the occasional blaster marks. Two Jedi stepped out from inside of the carrier and looked back, two more stepped out afterwards. One of the Jedis was carrying a child on his shoulder, a dangerous child. The last Master to step out was Benda.

"Benda, you've survived. Is this the S…"

"Don't say it, we don't want a certain padawan getting themselves into trouble." Benda seemed to be looking past Vorak. The Twi'lek twirled around and saw Anya watching the boy on the Jedi Masters shoulder.

"I told you…"

"Anya, come with me." Benda said cutting of Veslu for a second time. The masters exchanged glances then Benda signaled for Anya to follow. They walked away towards the equipment shop, when they arrived Benda asked politely to use the back room. The shop owner allowed him to and they walked slowly into the large empty room.

"Master, what is going on?" Anya asked trying to control her fear. Even when Benda was depressed after battle he wasn't this strange. She used her force sensitive sight and saw that he didn't have the slightest taint of the dark.

"Right now, I can't tell you much, but I'll tell you what you can handle for now." She accepted this. Soon, the entire situation would be revealed and she understood what could happen if she knew too early.

"You probably already know that child was a dark Jedi." Anya nodded in agreement. "With your skill, you've also realized he was exceptionally powerful."

"But how?" She asked recalling the feeling of pure destruction when they first noticed the carrier.

"That is why he's here now. The council sent us to capture him and bring him to the Enclave. I'm not sure what they are planning now, they're most likely going to recruit him." Anya wondered what they were going to do. If they executed him, there would be some problems among the other Jedi. But if they attempted to bring him to the light…

"I'm positive you felt his power first-hand. It's impossible to bring something like him from the dark." She said loudly. Benda waited silently to see if she'd control her emotions and after a moment of silence, she did. "I apologize."

"Your apology is accepted as long as you remember. Even Sith are living beings and all living beings are a part of the force, dark and light." He had a small smile spread across his face, which seemed to brighten the mood.

"Yes master." She bowed.

The boy that was captured was being held within the council chambers. His arms were tied behind his back, but specially designed black robes covered his hands. His head hung low as the Jedi discussed his fate.

"A sith of his status doesn't deserve a second chance. He doesn't follow the dark side, he defines it, even his presence corrupts Jedi." A brown-skinned male with black braids that went to his shoulders said. This was Council Member Drexel Tes. He drew his lightsaber and pointed it at the child. "We should stop the problem before it begins." All the council members wore traditional tan Jedi robes except for Drexel, his robes were black, to show all that he experienced the Dark side first hand.

"It is true that he's a problem of tremendous difficulty but the majority vote won already. His memory of all Sith activity is to be erased and he is to be educated in the Jedi way." Master Seth said. The child heard what his punishment was and reacted the way Sith teaching taught him.

"You Bantha-Shit." He shouted calling on the dark side. The Force absorbing stones in his handcuffs absorbed his attempt to destroy the building but almost shattered in the process. All the masters felt him drawing on the force, it was like he was attempting to draw a tidal wave of destruction upon the Enclave.

"Show some decency." Master Drexel said putting away his green lightsaber.

"Decency, you have the nerve to say I need decency. You Jedi believe that my purpose is to kill you all. Idiots, you only now half of the story." The Sith child said with an evil grin. All of the Jedi felt the dark side flowing through him and it scared them. The Council felt his emotions of hate and malice, lashing out and attacking their calm posture. He already knew who or what he was, and he also knew that's why the council had him brought here.

"Then what is the final piece of the legend." Master Yadon asked. He was of the unnamed small green species. Being only a little more than four hundred, he was in his prime condition. His black hair went backwards into spiky strands. He was taller than the average of his kind; he was at most four and half feet tall.

"Does it matter, you'll all die anyways. Stupid Jedi, you believe that its only the Sith throwing the force off balance, The Chosen One, follows my path, the difference being they'll kill you first. But it seems you already know this, I sense their power within this building, it sickens me." He laughed quietly at the Jedi's ignorance. All he wanted was for the chains around his hands to be broken before he slowly drains the midi-chlorians from their bodies.

"Silence." Master Seth pushed out his palm and forced the child into a deep sleep. "It has been decided, his memory will be erased." Seth said looking at the council. All of the members agreed, it was the only peaceful solution. His normally soft voice took a powerful and demanding tone at the moment.

Master Seth was the teacher of meditation. He also spent most of his time doing three things, meditating, reading Jedi archives and texts, or spending time in his garden. Reading the text gave him a great knowledge of the prophecy of the One. They were supposed to be a great Jedi that shall balance the force, it angered Seth that this Sith could compare himself to the legend but he controlled his emotions.

"He shall be trained, learn the Jedi way, and his destiny shall be re-forged within the Force. Peacefully" Master Yadon said flashing his green eyes to every Council member. They had the permission from every Jedi Enclave and Temple to carry out this act.

"There is no emotion; there is peace." Drexel said reciting the Jedi code. The child awakened himself by releasing his anger then controlling it, just so he can mock the Jedi more.

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion." He said with a an evil stare directly at Master Drexel.

"There is no ignorance; there is knowledge." Drexel said, his voice growing lower, louder, and more threatening.

"Through passion, I gain strength." The Sith said smiling, obviously enjoying how he messed with the Jedi's mind. His anger only proved to be a game.

"There is no passion; there is serenity." Drexel said attempting to follow this specific statement

"Through strength, I gain power"

"There is no chaos; there is harmony."

"Through power, I gain victory."

"There is no death; there is the force." Drexel said finishing. His faced seemed as if he proved a point but the Sith code wasn't.

"Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me." As if the Force responded to the code. The cuffs on his hands deactivated and instantly, the Sith child leaped into the air.

Drexel moved forward and drew his green lightsaber, the symbol that proved he excelled in saber combat. Two red lightsabers jumped into the child's hand from within his coat and he unleashed a fury of attacks. Drexel defended the attacks until his opponent was flung into the wall and held there by Yadon and Seth.

"You refuse to control your anger, you're no match for the entire council yet you bluntly attack me." Drexel's voice vibrated the room. He was very powerful but his past made that an issue.

Master Drexel of the council was a Dark Jedi until he found the Light Side. Then he redeemed his self and joined the council as a master of saber combat. The Sith child broke the Force pressure that was applied to him and dropped to the ground, he rose up and held still.

Every member of the council had his or her weapons drawn, ready to fight. They sensed a great amount of anger building up inside of him and Seth knew what he was trying to do. It was a Sith power that drew upon the Dark Side and the emotions then projected them into the users body.

The council was already fighting a child of unbelievable skill with the Force and sword. Now, he was about to become faster, stronger, and send himself into a blind, yet destructive rage. His pupils were normally red but the but the center of them changed to golden yellow.

He screamed, a shriek of pure power and rage. He focused all of his rage, anger, hate, every emotion into his vocal cords and released a shock wave. All the masters created a shield around themselves and held their ground. All objects were flung to the opposite side of the room.

All the Jedi became one when they decided to suppress his abilities. The entire council created a barrier around the Sith child. This barrier made by the force temporarily cut him off from the force. They constricted the barrier even more cutting him off from consciousness.

"We must start the ritual now. His potential is too great for a simple barrier to contain." Kay Sensus said. A simple light skinned human, average in almost every way except for her left green and right blue eyes.

Drexel grabbed the Sith child by one arm and dragged him to the center of the now empty room. The rest of the council took their position, sitting with their legs crossed around him forming a circle. Drexel took the open spot and all of them began to reach into the childs mind.

They extended the Force from their own bodies and placed it within his, reaching into his mind and erasing or changing memories. The first thing they changed was his experience at the Korriban Sith Academy. While within his mind they discovered many things, one being that he was born and abandoned as a child on Korriban.

The process was slow and taxing on their minds. His link to the Dark Side was so close it was impossible for them to add any good memory that involved Jedi. So they simply erased everything, even that small task took what seemed like hours.

"It is done." Yadon said panting. Beads of sweat built upon his forehead and every other Council members. It was a difficult task erasing the memory of a Sith. "He was alone when he was young, and raised by Sith which taught him to hate the Jedi. The only things he remembered were battle, pain, and the joy the Dark Side brought him" Yadon looked at the members expecting one of them to come up with a plan to teach him.

"He was alone and learned to hate Jedi. In response, we should have him accompanied by another padawan. Someone his age, he needs friends." Kay said. She was an elegant woman with a soft voice. She simply let her hair hang down past her shoulders and cover her right eye.

"Darth Reaver, is dead The child, Riax Tsoni, is born into the Jedi order as a new being of the Force." Yadon said touching the childs head one more time. He installed the name Riax Tsoni into his memory.

The Force grew tame within the room. When he retained his memories, it was violent, like a raged rancor in the middle of Coruscant. But without the internal suffering within his mind, the memory that fueled his rage, they reached the calm after the storm.

"There's only one thing left to do." Drexel stood and walked over to Riax and picked him up. He reached in his coat and tossed multiple Sith light sabers of different types. Two sabers with black curved majestic hilts with daggers attachaed to the bottoms, a doubled bladed sabre with the same hilt, and two Mandalorian influenced DC-17 hand blaster pistols.

"We must keep these locked away. They have been changed to Sith artifacts by slaying countless Jedi and being in his use." Drexel extended his hand toward Seth and he picked them up. They were the perfect saber, perfect weight, even the crystals, which created a black and red blade, seemed perfectly placed. Seth was tempted to use them but he resisted, once he activated them the temptation of killing the council would come next.

"I'll take him to his room. We must decide on his history. A profile, and a reason for his loss of memory." Drexel said asking for the final piece to solving the problem. All the Council members stood still, a sense of confusion and worry passed through all of their minds. The story had to be believable, partially true, and has to explain his abilities.

"He is a child born on Dantooine, raised by the Council ourselves, he's also rumored to be the Chosen One but that shall be revealed to him later in his life." Master Sensus answered. Her plan was perfect, it completely removed the Sith and replaced them with the Jedi and explained his potential. She felt the emotions in the room, some disagreed with the idea of him being the Chosen One, but they knew it was the best plan.

Drexel spun aroun and paced out of the room taking "Riax" to his new room. He left the council chambers and went into the last dropped Riax in the closest dorm room and watched him for a second. He was powerful; the minor coma they placed him in was reduced to a deep sleep. It took all of Drexel's Jedi training to prevent him from executing him now.

"Two things made you what you are. Where are they?" Drexel asked strangely expecting an answer. He turned around and thought about of it for a minute. One of the things was a weapon, the other, a book. Riax was supposed to have them both.

The thought remained on his mind and he realized that now was the time to leave. He walked out of the room with the first step of Riax's "healing" completed. The reforging of a his memory was finished, now the councils next step, educating in the way of the Jedi, was next.

As Drexel walked down the hallway, he passed a familiar student from before. A human girl with the normal braided brown hair, bright green eyes, and a slight tan passed him.

"Hello Anya." He said

"Hello Master Drexel." She said walking past him to take a rest in her room. She looked back and waved, watching him return to the Council. She was about to press the panel to open the door until she felt something strange.

Someone was already in her room, sleeping on her bed. Her vision should've seen if it was a Sith or Jedi but something was strange. Inside her room was a glowing light, not a fog of either side, but a dim light. She gripped her lightsaber and readied herself for a surprise attack.

Anya pressed the door open and bolted in the room sliding out her saber until she saw a sleeping boy, about her age.

His skin was a light brown, his was spiked backwards with red tips. He wore basic Jedi robes, the only difference being the dark red lines that went downwards. She lowered her blue lightsaber and walked to the side of the bed and leaned over looking him closely in the eyes. They were closed but in a flash, his crimson pupils flared up.

Both of them screamed and backed up, Anya dropped to the ground landing painfully on her butt. Riax unfortunately jumped off the bed and slammed against the wall.

"Who are you and why are you in my room?" She shouted angrily. Jedi controlled their emotions but this was an exception.

"I, I did what?" Riax leaned up and put his back against the wall rubbing his head. He couldn't remember when he got in her room; he wasn't even sure where he was. Now he's got some girl shouting at him for being in her room.

"I'll repeat the question, who are you and why are you here?" She asked quickly standing up. Her anger slowly went away as she noticed his look of confusion.

"I'm… Riax, Riax Tsoni, I think. And that's… all I can remember. So stop shouting damn it." He placed one hand against the wall and stood up slowly. She noticed he was slightly taller than her, being around six foot, she was only in the five feet range.

"What do you mean that's all you can remember." Her voice changed tones. From anger to curiosity. Riax looked around the room studying his surroundings and eventually looked back at her.

"W...where am I." The entire building looked formal and it was silent. The only noise was the occasional footsteps in the halls. He patted down his own robes and then stood silent.

"This is Dantooine, the Jedi Enclave." She said hoping it would trigger some magical memory switch. It didn't.

"Why am I at a Jedi Enclave. This must be a mistake, I'm sorry I have to go or something." Riax put one hand on his head and walked towards the door. Before he reached the exit, it opened itself and there stood Master Benda waiting to talk to Anya.

"You." He said with hate in his voice. When he saw the blank look in his eyes he realized that it wasn't the same person from before and instantly caught on to the Council's plan. He stood up straight and kept his eye on the new apprentice. "What's your name?"

"You first, sorry, but I'm not exactly in a position to be questioned." Benda though the response was reasonable. Even though he has an attitude for an amnesiac, he still knew how to get answers.

"I'm sorry, I am Jedi Master Benda Nexus. That is Anya Solarus, my padawan apprentice. And you are." Benda asked. He already knew the child didn't know who he was. But the council might've installed some type of personal biography within his mind.

"I'm Riax Tsoni, and actually I was hoping you would have the rest." Benda realized that his connection with the Force probably set up a mental barrier to prevent them from adding memories. The only thing they could do was erase them.

"I'm sorry Riax, I have no information for you, but we should go visit the Council and see what they have to say." Benda glanced at Anya and saw the confusion in her eyes. She picked up his look and realized it was a mental message saying relax.

"Anya, right. Have you ever seen me before?" He looked back at her and waited for a response. She was surprised by the question and looked to Benda for an answer.

The Jedi Master reached out with the Force and left an impression on her. He couldn't have her giving any direct answers before he figured out what the Council planned exactly. Then he felt a strange surge, or shift in the rooms aura.

Riax shot him a quick yet evil glance. Apparently, he picked up on the influence Benda put into Anya. After watching the Master he flipped back to Anya. Benda thought it was amazing how after losing all memory he still remained connection with some of his abilities.

"I don't remember exactly, sorry." Anya knew she never saw him before but there was a sense of doubt in her mind. In every memory she had, he wasn't there, but something seemed familiar about him.

"Why would I be in a Jedi Enclave, no, where else would I be?" Riax shook his head trying to set his thoughts straight. He was handling the situation calmly, as far as he knew; he couldn't win in a fight against anyone here.

"As I said before the council will explain." Benda stepped aside and waited for Riax and Anya to walk past. She simply walked by her Master and looked back at Riax. He didn't like the situation in the least bit, but it got him the answers he needed, and that's all he's worried about.

"Are you coming, Riax?" Anya asked trying to get his name right. It was an open welcome to discover his history but something seemed wrong. After relieving his mind of the doubts, he followed behind them as they walked towards the council.

"He's nothing like what he used to be." Benda mumbled.

"What'd you say?" She was too focused on the person following behind them to listen. She looked over her shoulder back at him, he was examining the Enclave. Strangely, he reminded her of a small, lost, defenseless animal. But only Benda knew that with his memory, he was a true weapon.

"Now, we must set a few ground rules. Don't disrespect the council, learn and remain in your place, and do not test any of them. Got it." Benda said in a hurried tone. He wasn't angry, just hoping that the council would see him as a bad teacher.

"Sure." Anya said joyfully. She always enjoyed meeting with the council.

"Fine." Riax said.