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The dark side calls my name constantly….. This was the goodbye I was going to give them.. To end up on a different planet than I had planned. Going against the odds that I may never see them again… Scars. That's what I have to live with. One from each battle… One for every.. Life.. That had been taken.. Because of me… Because of me.. Damned war..

8 years after I'd Die for You, the rebellion is in full swing, as the Galactic Civil War, has begun... Many things can happen in 8 years... What will this story bring? What new journeys will some new characters take us on? And where... Will some of them find themselves?

Alright, so I'm going to put the drawing as the cover, but the sucky part is, I don't think it will show the whole thing. Knowing my horrible skill in drawing, it's kinda good for me. For the fist story, like I said, It might end up longer. I have a plan to have more in it (= I'm gonna break your hearts) You, you just gotta love that character. I'll probably brake the first one into parts, one to see what ya'll think, two I'd be able to get the fist part up today. Wherever in the story I decide to end the first part. So, cursing will definitely pick up more, along with some more violence in this one... soooooooo. Just warning ya. There might be some romance later.. This will be kinda short, but prologues are meant to be like that anyway.

Prepared to have your minds blown? If your answer is sarcastic, well. That's my job people! I think that's all I got for now. Enjoy the prologue!

I stood on the top of a hill, watching a distant village. This is where I'd tell them goodbye. Be gone, away from them for who knows how long. This. Was the goodbye I was going to give them. Wave as they fly off. For me to end up on a different world than I planed. Going against the odds that I may never see them again. But I can't think about that right now. I need to clear my mind, so I'm not overcome by worry. The wind blew my hair. Now I was deep in thought.

The dark side calls my name constantly. Yet, voices of past master, guide me. They keep me on the right path, I think. But that path, crosses, and walks a thin line with the dark side. This is the way I have to live. Walking a tight line between dark and light…. I don't get it.. Both sides speak to me, as if I'm. Important. I'm not the Chosen One. I'm far from being that person. I wasn't destined to defeat the empire, or the sith. I never will be, or could. But I have to be the one out of legend, and old master lore. I've been given a title, for no reason. They had to give it to me. Can't they tell my life is hell enough? Apparently to them, my life has some significance. I do too. But not to that. I believed it all, once. When I was younger. But time left me, with barriers. With scars. One for each battle. One for each.. each life. That has been taken because of me. Because they were stupid enough to believe. With the wind, comes three voices. One, is a memory, a past that haunts me at every turn. The second is on of my master's', someone… who.. who...no. The third is a sith. They, all, called out my name. I looked down, at the bottom of the hill behind me. Stood a group of boys, along with a man. They count on me. To lead. To protect. I'm all they had- have. The wind whispered in my ear. Only one voice this time, as I watched the boys, with a small smile. I turned back to the horizon, dotted with clouds.

"I know. Uncle Haken. I will find them." I looked back down at my boys. "But I need to take care of my own first." I told the breeze, as it caused the braid on the left side of my head to hang in the air for a moment.

I am the one from legend. From stories. They call me the Guardian.

I go by Rane Odan. My real name.

Is Ara Prine.