Okay, this is my first ever Star Wars Fanfiction and it will be Obikin but at the moment this story will be mostly pre-slash. So if you don't ship Anakin/Obi-Wan then my friend it's going to be an awkward ride for you. I shall try my best to update this story when possible but here goes.

Disclaimer: Star Wars and the characters within do not belong to me, I wish but it's fun to play around with it.

Chapter One: Part One: The Order of Ouroboros

Life is divided between many stages that we are all aware of Birth, growth, and death. Many people have different lives, they are all unique in their own way. Some are puzzling, mystifying, abnormal, remarkable and some can be uncommon.

Each family in the history of time have been divergent in their own ways. They light up, they glow or they dim, each family tending to be different or develop threads of choices in dissimilar directions.

The Jedi and the Sith, opponent, and rival for centuries on end. A war that has no end and some say it has no origin. They oppose, they contest and quarrel with combat. Blade against the blade, till the sun sets and rises on the horizon. Dark and Light, Yin and Yan, one without the other would be our ruination. Yet, everything has a beginning, so how did they come to be. I ask again, what was their formation, their design or simply what was their making.
The light shall forever shine, and the dark shall always dominate our being, our life. They say the Force is a powerful ally, but do not ever underestimate its abilities, for it can be a terrible foe. Sith and Jedi, light and dark, enemies throughout time.

The Kaiser Family was well known, out of all the powerful force users in the Galaxy they twinkled in the summer moons radiance. Seers, Mage's, Witches, Druids, Castor's, Elementals, and Salem's came from many distances to greet the breathtaking and sensational Family. The Children were talented and skillful, their manners polished and refined, capable to impress and seduce even the worst tempered male or female. The oldest child, named Abundiantus Abercio Kaiser. The middle child, Accursius Acario Kaiser. The youngest child, Alameda Alyzia Kaiser. Three children. Three creations. Sith, Jedi, Ouroboros. Dark, Light and Destruction.

Abundiantus was an extremely clever and studious young man. His intelligence was impeccable and unblemished, he was a role-model to many. The most adept Fire Mage history had ever seen, with a flick of a hand. Flames would consume the air, licking and stroking the oxygen, feral but tamed by only the man that could wield it. His studies swept him across the Galaxy, from planet to planet. Collecting rare and valuable artifacts from every place he came from. Over time, he took in students, teaching and molding the minds of his young pupils. He taught his students strength, pushing forward their anger and resentment upon their nemesis. They gained their name Sith, from Abundiantus' Father, labeling them as powerful and mighty warriors. Commanding the attention of their audience, like moths to a flame.

Accursius was a competent and well versed Healer, using Witchcraft to cure his patients. He was kind, and never left anyone behind, not even those he fought with. He was a nobleman with good intentions, a heart of love and respect for the life around him. Accursius never wed or had a child. Well, not one of biological birth, that was for sure. For he did adopt a young Seer, by the name Caeli-Regina. Who later on under his influence would take on and teach the ways of the Force through her people. They were named the Jedi, honest and sincere members of society.
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Alameda, she is the child history forgot. She was ambitious, aggressive and power-hungry and traits like these never did any good on the population surrounding her. She was challenging the laws, bending them at her will whenever she had the chance, committed to the rush of power. Her potential to be a great leader was well known, and she was great. However, not all great leaders are good. Alameda was obsessive over her magic, she could use the ancient form of Necromancy that every Salem had access too. She would sweep it in, the release, watching as her victim shuddered. Death was what many called her when she came, everything burned. Those who would not fall would follow. Fear was what gained her power, and with it, she became a demon, a savage that caused chaos and mayhem from one side of the Galaxy to the other.

The Kaiser Family had a ring, which the oldest would give to their intended, who would be blessed to carry their Heir. Alameda had her sights set upon the glowing crystal of a ring, and its power within. On the day she stole the family heirloom, she became disowned but that did not stop her. No, it increased her devotion to the power of the ring, bordering on obsession. But only a fool wouldn't realize she was to far gone. Experiment after another, she killed in cold blood, Sith after Jedi, and Jedi after Sith. An endless circle, spiraling the Galaxy out of control. Then her next targets were any force-user that could be found. Some were attracted to her abilities, creating the Order of the Ouroboros.
The creatures of death and destruction.

The Ring of Kaiser became a feared object, by all. Alameda like all before her did fall, eventually. Her greed was her downfall, it blinded her. So she, herself, Alameda was her own destruction. Her Father fought her, knowing that if she was not stopped the Galaxy would continue its living state of desolation. The punishment was made and served, separation from her soul placed within the ring was her curse. Nevertheless, she placed her own curse upon the object of her heart's desire.

There is not much known of the curse, history forgot because sometimes it must. The Ring of Kaiser must never be returned to the Mortal Realm, it must never leave its place from within the Force. It is a symbol of Death, and must never be touched. The history of Ouroboros was long forgotten, the tale of two brothers, Sith and Jedi. Who stood side by side, was forgotten. The Kaiser family lost their Mage abilities with the loss of the ring, but peace is better than war.

The Kaiser Ring would stay hidden for centuries, not just that but thousands of years. On returning it would tell a story of redemption, friendship, love, and loss. Secrets locked away, that will become known, yet again.