Author's Note:
The idea of the jedi and most of the characters (since they were inspired by George Lucas) are property of George Lucas and not my own. Also, this story contains some mild sexual situations. Nothing blatant but enough innuendo to give it a PG-13 rating. So, if you're not 13 then please don't read it. Yeah, like you'll listen to me. Also, there isn't really swearing, unless the occasional "damn" is in there. I'm not sure about that either. Most swears are "sithspawn" and cool stuff like that :-). Well, enjoy! Oh, and if you have problems with the names, the pronounciation guide is on my website.
Chapter One
When Darth Vader and the Emperor began the purge of the Jedi, it seemed as if they were unstoppable, and that no Jedi, not even the strongest master, could withstand the strength of their onslaught. However, as it is with every plague, battle, or weapon of mass destruction, there are always the outer boundaries that are not affected. There was only so far that the destruction could reach before it ended. Cel'aanaeus Narundi, Jedi Master and King of the peaceful planet N'aanwaria, knew the danger that Vader and his Emperor imposed upon his kingdom. He knew that he needed to act fast, if he wanted to protect his people.
Cel'aanaeus frowned as he looked out among his students. The pressure of telling the young Jedi trainees what danger lay ahead weighed heavily on his shoulders. He looked around the room at the solemn faces as a hush fell over them. They quieted down to listen to the urgent news that their master had to give them.
Cel'aanaeus smoothed his hands over the folds of cloth of his Jedi cloak, and he began to speak.
"A time of great turmoil is upon us. The Darkside Jedi-hunters from our neighboring galaxy have arrived upon our doorstep, and we need to make sure that they never reach us. The time for you to train in the ways of the force is over, and now you must use your skills to defend the Narundi Dynasty. Use your abilities to protect yourself and your families, for this foe is not after money or other material goods, he's after you and your descendants. He wishes to extinguish all remnants of your Jedi brethren. You, as Jedi, need to defend yourselves against extermination. Against death."
A flurry of intense whispers erupted from the congregation as he finished his speech. He could sense their anxiety and dread as clearly as if it were his own. Maybe it was his own dread after all. He had a lot to protect, all by himself. His young wife. His seven-year-old son, Noaa'lan. His little four-year-old son, Kahl'aan. So innocent was young Kahl'aan, that he didn't know what was going on. He just kept to himself, and played with his older brother.
Noaa'lan, however, had seen it coming. He knew, almost before his father did, of the dark man coming for him. The long string of horrific nightmares of days to come had shaken the little jedi from a sound sleep many times.
Cel'aaneaus smiled. The young boy was extremely strong in the force. And extremely strong willed as well. You couldn't tell Noaa'lan "No" without giving him a decent reason as to "Why?", and even then he sometimes wouldn't take no for an answer. It didn't seem very unusual for a child his age to want to know why he couldn't do things, but Noaa'lan was different. He had ways of getting into things that adults would not think possible for a seven-year-old to get into.
'He's quite a handful,' thought Cel'aanaeus. He felt himself smile again as he thought of the time that Noaa'lan managed to evade the instructor's eye when he went vortex skiing, against his father's will, on a dangerous ocean trail. So treacherous was this trail, that you needed parental consent just to go with a guide if you were under 18. So how could they let a seven-year-old go without the correct papers signed and without a guide? Of course, the only possible way was if Noaa'lan clouded the instructor's mind and memory, using a Jedi mind trick. Cel'aanaeus had still been very upset with the instructor when his son came back, luckily unscathed, but with stories to tell of adventures that he should have never taken. It was Noaa'lan that he should have been scolding. Yet, Noaa'lan was merely a boy. You couldn't blame him for much.
'Yes, not much. More like everything. And THAT is how he gets away with murder. People underestimate him,' thought Cel'aanaeus. 'My son will always be capable of much more than is expected of him.'
The Jedi Master exited the marble halls of the training school that had been built by his great grandfather, Jihl'aan Narundi, and he looked wearily up to the heavens, and the setting sun. Already the colors of purple and orange were fading to reveal the billions of shimmering stars. Cel'aanaeus had once looked up to the sky with wonder, longing to go out and touch the stars, and seek adventure. Years of training, teaching, and fighting for his freedom had taken away most of what was left of that youthful optimism he had once cherished so deeply. That same youthful optimism that he saw in the bright blue eyes of his eldest son. The boy was good, intelligent, and practical. He was born to be a leader. He was born to be a king.
The idea of the jedi and most of the characters (since they were inspired by George Lucas) are property of George Lucas and not my own. Also, this story contains some mild sexual situations. Nothing blatant but enough innuendo to give it a PG-13 rating. So, if you're not 13 then please don't read it. Yeah, like you'll listen to me. Also, there isn't really swearing, unless the occasional "damn" is in there. I'm not sure about that either. Most swears are "sithspawn" and cool stuff like that :-). Well, enjoy! Oh, and if you have problems with the names, the pronounciation guide is on my website.
Chapter One
When Darth Vader and the Emperor began the purge of the Jedi, it seemed as if they were unstoppable, and that no Jedi, not even the strongest master, could withstand the strength of their onslaught. However, as it is with every plague, battle, or weapon of mass destruction, there are always the outer boundaries that are not affected. There was only so far that the destruction could reach before it ended. Cel'aanaeus Narundi, Jedi Master and King of the peaceful planet N'aanwaria, knew the danger that Vader and his Emperor imposed upon his kingdom. He knew that he needed to act fast, if he wanted to protect his people.
Cel'aanaeus frowned as he looked out among his students. The pressure of telling the young Jedi trainees what danger lay ahead weighed heavily on his shoulders. He looked around the room at the solemn faces as a hush fell over them. They quieted down to listen to the urgent news that their master had to give them.
Cel'aanaeus smoothed his hands over the folds of cloth of his Jedi cloak, and he began to speak.
"A time of great turmoil is upon us. The Darkside Jedi-hunters from our neighboring galaxy have arrived upon our doorstep, and we need to make sure that they never reach us. The time for you to train in the ways of the force is over, and now you must use your skills to defend the Narundi Dynasty. Use your abilities to protect yourself and your families, for this foe is not after money or other material goods, he's after you and your descendants. He wishes to extinguish all remnants of your Jedi brethren. You, as Jedi, need to defend yourselves against extermination. Against death."
A flurry of intense whispers erupted from the congregation as he finished his speech. He could sense their anxiety and dread as clearly as if it were his own. Maybe it was his own dread after all. He had a lot to protect, all by himself. His young wife. His seven-year-old son, Noaa'lan. His little four-year-old son, Kahl'aan. So innocent was young Kahl'aan, that he didn't know what was going on. He just kept to himself, and played with his older brother.
Noaa'lan, however, had seen it coming. He knew, almost before his father did, of the dark man coming for him. The long string of horrific nightmares of days to come had shaken the little jedi from a sound sleep many times.
Cel'aaneaus smiled. The young boy was extremely strong in the force. And extremely strong willed as well. You couldn't tell Noaa'lan "No" without giving him a decent reason as to "Why?", and even then he sometimes wouldn't take no for an answer. It didn't seem very unusual for a child his age to want to know why he couldn't do things, but Noaa'lan was different. He had ways of getting into things that adults would not think possible for a seven-year-old to get into.
'He's quite a handful,' thought Cel'aanaeus. He felt himself smile again as he thought of the time that Noaa'lan managed to evade the instructor's eye when he went vortex skiing, against his father's will, on a dangerous ocean trail. So treacherous was this trail, that you needed parental consent just to go with a guide if you were under 18. So how could they let a seven-year-old go without the correct papers signed and without a guide? Of course, the only possible way was if Noaa'lan clouded the instructor's mind and memory, using a Jedi mind trick. Cel'aanaeus had still been very upset with the instructor when his son came back, luckily unscathed, but with stories to tell of adventures that he should have never taken. It was Noaa'lan that he should have been scolding. Yet, Noaa'lan was merely a boy. You couldn't blame him for much.
'Yes, not much. More like everything. And THAT is how he gets away with murder. People underestimate him,' thought Cel'aanaeus. 'My son will always be capable of much more than is expected of him.'
The Jedi Master exited the marble halls of the training school that had been built by his great grandfather, Jihl'aan Narundi, and he looked wearily up to the heavens, and the setting sun. Already the colors of purple and orange were fading to reveal the billions of shimmering stars. Cel'aanaeus had once looked up to the sky with wonder, longing to go out and touch the stars, and seek adventure. Years of training, teaching, and fighting for his freedom had taken away most of what was left of that youthful optimism he had once cherished so deeply. That same youthful optimism that he saw in the bright blue eyes of his eldest son. The boy was good, intelligent, and practical. He was born to be a leader. He was born to be a king.