Prologue
Aara gently rocked her baby girl. "Shh," she whispered gently. Suddenly the door banged open. "He's coming," said Aara's husband, Elrond. "The Sith is coming. He wants to kill you. We can't stop him," he said. "I will except my fate," said the Vulcan. "Take the baby. Get her to safety." Elrond took his baby daughter into his arms. She began to cry, wailing for her mother.
The door burst open. An evil Sith robed in black entered, bearing a red lightsaber. Elrond tried to draw his sword, but was hampered by the baby in his arms. He could do nothing as he watched his beloved wife Aara being stabbed in the stomach by the evil Sith. "No!" he heard himself scream. "NO!" Then suddenly, everything went black.
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When he came to, he looked and saw that it was after dark. "What happened?" he moaned. "We came in with a squad of Elvish warriors, Father. We killed the Sith Lord, but not after he had killed Aara." He heard the voice of his son, Elrohir. "What about Solaris? Where is my baby?" Elrond asked. "She is safe," answered Elrohir. "Arwen is watching her." Elrond sat up. He was in his room, safe and sound. Then suddenly, it hit him. His wife was dead. There was an empty place in his heart, where the warm presence of his half Vulcan half-human wife had been. "We will be holding a funeral ceremony tomorrow, Ahtar," said Elrohir, the Elvish word for father rolling of his lips. "We will all miss her." Elrond looked up at his son. Elrohir had dark hair and lovely blue eyes, like everyone in his family. He had the delicate features and slim, tall body that distinguished him as an Elf. He was barely distinguishable from his twin brother, Elladan. They were inseparable. "You should sleep Father," Elrohir said gently. "You need to heal." Elrond gently drifted off into slumber
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Elrond stared into the flames, watching as the flames devoured his beloved wife. He had decided to have her buried in the Vulcan way. His family stood around him. His sons, Elladan and Elrohir. His daughter, Arwen, holding his baby daughter, Solaris. His mother and father-in-law, Galadriel and Celeborn. He heard murmuring behind him. "I wonder what it is like to lose two wives," the elf said to his friend. "Yeah, after Celebrian died he was heartbroken. I thought he'd never marry again. I wonder how Arwen, and the twins feel about losing their stepmother, too." "And the baby? Who will take care of the baby?" "Take care of the child, we will." A gravely voice spoke behind Elrond. He turned around. It was some creature he had never seen before. He was about three feet tall with green skin and large batlike ears. "Who are you?" he asked. "I am Yoda," the creature said. "I will you care for my daughter?" asked Elrond. "Do you know who your daughter is, Elrond, son of Earendil? She is the Chosen One of the Valar. He coming has been prophesied since the creation of this world. The fate of all universes will depend on her," the creature said. "On my daughter?" Elrond asked, turning to look at the infant cradled in her sister's arms. "Yes," said the green-skinned alien. "Have you heard the prophecy?" "I have heard it," said Elrond. "The Valar, heavenly angels of God, created the planet of Arda, Middle Earth. There were only 9 Valaar. There must be an even number for the balance of good and evil to be maintained. The Valar must find an inferior mortal to prove himself or herself worthy to be one of the Valar. They predicted that this mortal would be a female Jedi Knight, and instead of having just one master to train her, she would be trained along with another padawan. She would be Elvish, human, D'ni, and Vulcan. She would be the daughter of an Elf King and a Starfleet officer. She would have many tests and trials throughout her lifetime, to see if she was worthy of being one of the Valar. If she failed and proved unworthy, evil would triumph over the universe." "Exactly," said Yoda. "Fills all of these requirements, your daughter does." "My daughter is not a Jedi," said Elrond. "That is my purpose here," said Yoda. "Take your daughter to the Temple to be trained, I must." Elrond looked at his baby girl, quietly sleeping. He didn't want to give her up. She was his one link to his cherished wife Aara. But she fulfilled the prophecy. She would be the one to let good triumph. "Alright," he said. "But on one condition. Are you familiar with the civilization of the D'ni?" Yoda shook his head. "The D'ni are a race of people that can create worlds through writing books. They write about the world in a special book, and then by touching the first page of the book they can be transported there. That is how all the universes were created. However, time passes differently in each universe. Very few people know different ones exist. My wife is.." he stopped. A tear trickled down his face. "My wife was D'ni. She could create worlds." "How does this relate to Solaris' training?" asked Yoda. "We are in a different universe than the Jedi Temple. I have the book that links to it. Let Solaris spend one year at the Temple and one year with me. While she is spending the year with me, it will only seem like a day in your time. She is immortal. She has all of the time in the world," said Elrond. Yoda thought for a moment. "I agree," he said after a while. "Live in both worlds, Solaris will. But when she goes to each world she will only appear to the age of the number of years she has spent in that world, right? "Yes," Elrond said. "Now take my daughter. I will explain it to everyone. You better take her before I change my mind." Yoda walked over to Arwen. "Give me the baby," he asked. He took the child in his arms, and looked down at her little pert features. "Goodbye Lord Elrond of Rivendell. Care for your daughter well, I shall," he said. Then, suddenly, he disappeared.
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Aara gently rocked her baby girl. "Shh," she whispered gently. Suddenly the door banged open. "He's coming," said Aara's husband, Elrond. "The Sith is coming. He wants to kill you. We can't stop him," he said. "I will except my fate," said the Vulcan. "Take the baby. Get her to safety." Elrond took his baby daughter into his arms. She began to cry, wailing for her mother.
The door burst open. An evil Sith robed in black entered, bearing a red lightsaber. Elrond tried to draw his sword, but was hampered by the baby in his arms. He could do nothing as he watched his beloved wife Aara being stabbed in the stomach by the evil Sith. "No!" he heard himself scream. "NO!" Then suddenly, everything went black.
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When he came to, he looked and saw that it was after dark. "What happened?" he moaned. "We came in with a squad of Elvish warriors, Father. We killed the Sith Lord, but not after he had killed Aara." He heard the voice of his son, Elrohir. "What about Solaris? Where is my baby?" Elrond asked. "She is safe," answered Elrohir. "Arwen is watching her." Elrond sat up. He was in his room, safe and sound. Then suddenly, it hit him. His wife was dead. There was an empty place in his heart, where the warm presence of his half Vulcan half-human wife had been. "We will be holding a funeral ceremony tomorrow, Ahtar," said Elrohir, the Elvish word for father rolling of his lips. "We will all miss her." Elrond looked up at his son. Elrohir had dark hair and lovely blue eyes, like everyone in his family. He had the delicate features and slim, tall body that distinguished him as an Elf. He was barely distinguishable from his twin brother, Elladan. They were inseparable. "You should sleep Father," Elrohir said gently. "You need to heal." Elrond gently drifted off into slumber
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Elrond stared into the flames, watching as the flames devoured his beloved wife. He had decided to have her buried in the Vulcan way. His family stood around him. His sons, Elladan and Elrohir. His daughter, Arwen, holding his baby daughter, Solaris. His mother and father-in-law, Galadriel and Celeborn. He heard murmuring behind him. "I wonder what it is like to lose two wives," the elf said to his friend. "Yeah, after Celebrian died he was heartbroken. I thought he'd never marry again. I wonder how Arwen, and the twins feel about losing their stepmother, too." "And the baby? Who will take care of the baby?" "Take care of the child, we will." A gravely voice spoke behind Elrond. He turned around. It was some creature he had never seen before. He was about three feet tall with green skin and large batlike ears. "Who are you?" he asked. "I am Yoda," the creature said. "I will you care for my daughter?" asked Elrond. "Do you know who your daughter is, Elrond, son of Earendil? She is the Chosen One of the Valar. He coming has been prophesied since the creation of this world. The fate of all universes will depend on her," the creature said. "On my daughter?" Elrond asked, turning to look at the infant cradled in her sister's arms. "Yes," said the green-skinned alien. "Have you heard the prophecy?" "I have heard it," said Elrond. "The Valar, heavenly angels of God, created the planet of Arda, Middle Earth. There were only 9 Valaar. There must be an even number for the balance of good and evil to be maintained. The Valar must find an inferior mortal to prove himself or herself worthy to be one of the Valar. They predicted that this mortal would be a female Jedi Knight, and instead of having just one master to train her, she would be trained along with another padawan. She would be Elvish, human, D'ni, and Vulcan. She would be the daughter of an Elf King and a Starfleet officer. She would have many tests and trials throughout her lifetime, to see if she was worthy of being one of the Valar. If she failed and proved unworthy, evil would triumph over the universe." "Exactly," said Yoda. "Fills all of these requirements, your daughter does." "My daughter is not a Jedi," said Elrond. "That is my purpose here," said Yoda. "Take your daughter to the Temple to be trained, I must." Elrond looked at his baby girl, quietly sleeping. He didn't want to give her up. She was his one link to his cherished wife Aara. But she fulfilled the prophecy. She would be the one to let good triumph. "Alright," he said. "But on one condition. Are you familiar with the civilization of the D'ni?" Yoda shook his head. "The D'ni are a race of people that can create worlds through writing books. They write about the world in a special book, and then by touching the first page of the book they can be transported there. That is how all the universes were created. However, time passes differently in each universe. Very few people know different ones exist. My wife is.." he stopped. A tear trickled down his face. "My wife was D'ni. She could create worlds." "How does this relate to Solaris' training?" asked Yoda. "We are in a different universe than the Jedi Temple. I have the book that links to it. Let Solaris spend one year at the Temple and one year with me. While she is spending the year with me, it will only seem like a day in your time. She is immortal. She has all of the time in the world," said Elrond. Yoda thought for a moment. "I agree," he said after a while. "Live in both worlds, Solaris will. But when she goes to each world she will only appear to the age of the number of years she has spent in that world, right? "Yes," Elrond said. "Now take my daughter. I will explain it to everyone. You better take her before I change my mind." Yoda walked over to Arwen. "Give me the baby," he asked. He took the child in his arms, and looked down at her little pert features. "Goodbye Lord Elrond of Rivendell. Care for your daughter well, I shall," he said. Then, suddenly, he disappeared.
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