An old woman in simple tan robes sits serenely in a chair of ancient stone. Her hair is almost completely white, with traces of grey and one or two thin streaks of brown. She addresses the young girl of eight years lying at her side in bed, listening with rapt attention.
"When I was a young woman, the galaxy was quite a different place. So much has changed now.
But it is time now, for you to know. Know that long before your time, the galaxy was split in two between the forces of valor and might, light and dark.
There once existed a sacred order of knights called the Jedi, sworn to protect freedom and democracy across the stars. Know that they meditated serenely and fought bravely against the rising darkness of tyranny."
The young girl asks with awe, "Did they win?"
With a sigh, the old woman responds, "That remains to be seen, my dear child. The war long ago moved past the boundaries of good and evil."
"But enough of my riddles. There is one more lesson I must impart upon you tonight."
The old woman looks into the flame of the burning oil lamp. Her eyes gleam and reflect the warm fire.
"It's an old Jedi legend. A tale of valour and accomplishment coupled with betrayal and temptation. A tale few ears have now been privy to. But it's a worthy one for yours, and an important lesson."
The young girl shifts her gaze upon the old woman's eyes.
She pauses before speaking: "This is no ordinary bed time story, my eager student. But you are ready now, ready to hear the adventures and trials of a young Jedi knight later known as Darth Revan."