Author Note: Hello, this is the author here! First off, thank you for reading this story! I greatly appreciate you for checking it out and giving it a chance. Listen, this author note is something I like to do for the beginning of all my fic's. So, please stay with me and read this author note. Alright, let's begin. This story is a sequel to one of my early stories. A story known as Avatar the Last Airbender- Jedi Outcast. A story about a young man, named Benjamin. A sixteen year old child soldier from another galaxy that fought in both the Mandalorian and the Jedi Civil War. Once as a Jedi, and again as a Sith. Avatar Jedi Outcast followed the main plotline of the original Avatar the Last Airbender. But there was many things that were different.

The story held a different story structure to the original. There was a mixing of Star Wars lore, expanded characters or even a couple of new ones, and the main romance was between Ty Lee and Ben (Within the story, Ty Lee was a force sensitive), there was also other major and key differences to keep things fresh within the fic. The main theme of Jedi Outcast. Was Ben, the Jedi Outcast. Learning to become a better man, achieving his redemption, and restoring the Jedi Order. Learning the mistakes of the past and effectively building something greater than the order of old.

This fic covers decades after the events of Jedi Outcast. Now following the story of the next Avatar, and the new OC, Isaac Wilum. The main theme of this fic is mostly about arrogance and overcoming it, and like Ben, becoming more than what you actually are. Isaac, while both powerful within the force, is a flawed character and throughout the fic I want to show this. (I have no interest in writing a gary stu character). I want to show both the ups and downs, and I cannot wait to write out his journey. This story is about the prodigal son, and growing into a better person.

Now, here is the thing...write now on 7/27/2022, Jedi Outcast is not finished and is still at the end of Book 2. Yet, this is a good thing. Because we are nearing the end of book 2, book 3 is shorter, and I can start working on this soon. When Jedi Outcast is over I will immediately start working on this fic. Though, for right now, I am planning on writing the chapters. Giving off a short prologue before the main events happen in the fic, then I will resume Outcast. Still, this is a very Important thing! If you are interested in reading this Fic, there are spoilers for Jedi Outcast so if you want to read the prologue and haven't finished or read Outcast, it is up too you. There is going to be references towards events, characters, etc. That were addressed in Jedi Outcast, so you can't go in blind for reading this fic.

All right, thank you for reading this short author note. I hope you enjoy. Please remember to follow, favorite, and review. Getting traffic for the fic greatly helps with my motivation in writing. So, thank you, once again. Have a great day.

Reading Order

1 - Avatar The Last Airbender - Jedi Outcast

Book 1 - Prodigal Butcher

Book 2 - Dark Forces

Book 3 - Champions of The Force

Book 4 - Jedi Academy

2 - Avatar The Last Airbender - The Meetra Chronicles

Book 1 - Dark Ages

Book 2 - Heirs to The Force

3 - Legend of Korra - Legacies of The New Jedi Order

Book 1 - Prodigal Son

Book 2 - The Yuuzhan Vong War

Book 3 - Dark Apprentice

Book 4 - New Order

Before I was born, my father…The Grandmaster Benjamin Wilum, and Avatar Aang with his friends and comrades put an end to the Hundred Year War. They told me the story, I read the tales of those heroic feats. Grandmaster Wilum, Avatar Aang, and Fire Lord Zuko would turn the fire nation colonies into a grand place, they named this place…Republic City. A melting pot of the inhabitants that come from the four nations. Striving for fortune, hope, or simply a better life. A society of benders, non-benders, and even force sensitives could live together in peace. Republic city was built around the Great Temple of my Father's new Jedi Order. A nexus of light side energy in which throughout the four nations, force sensitives would train to become Jedi, the defenders of this world. My mother, the great Jedi Historian, Ty Lee. She would tell me "Your special, Isaac. I can already tell; you are going to do such great things." I don't know if she was right, honestly. My father did such grand things that would pale in comparison. He fought against Sith Lords and armies of the Dark Side. Fought against Mandalores and horrific creatures that plagued the deepest corners of one's nightmares, but he stood tall, his blazing copper blade shining the way for the masses to follow. No matter the burns, the cuts, the scars both physical and mental…he fought, and pushed through. Now, I serve the New Jedi Order as a Padawan. I learn, I train, I grow in the ways of the force to become a glimmer of the rising sun of light my father was. I'm a long way from becoming a Knight. But if that day comes…I hope I can live up to the honor.

167 AG – Year of the Rabbit.

The Jedi temple that was built within the center of Republic City stood firm. A proud testament to what the city had accomplished, and an acknowledgment to the birth of the New Jedi Order. Within the decades after the end of the century long war, and the defeat of Dark Lord Roman's Sith Empire, the world has held a small exchange of peace.

Yet, there would be light skirmishes, and the resurgence of dark side cults. But there was a peace that the world had not saw in nearly a full hundred years. Thanks to the Avatar and The Grandmaster of the New Jedi Order.

While the Jedi were sent to diplomatic missions, to defend the innocent, or to safeguard Republic City from any attacks. They were seen as defenders and peacekeepers, Ben's New Jedi Order. An unorthodox sect of the old Order. One in which promoted family, marriage, independent thought, and to examine the workings of both dark and light.

There was no way for Benjamin to ever return home, so he made this world a home he could be proud of. Within the home he and Ty Lee had created, children eventually made their way. Faint knocking echoed along the doorframe that reached his ear first. Within the single dorm room of the Jedi Temple. Isaac Wilum, son of Benjamin and Ty Lee Wilum lightly stirred.

Snorting as he began to wake up as he kicked his feet off the bed. A young lad of fourteen years. He had the well-rounded features of his father, and the soft brownish-grey eyes of his mother. His olive skin and light hair was touched upon the sun as he parted his lips to speak. "What!" He screamed.

"Isaac, it's half past noon, you missed nearly all your morning classes!"

He heard the familiar voice. Lightly groaning as he got up from the door. Putting on a pair of pants and a shirt as he opened the door. The figure swiftly busted herself through he door and into the room as those greyish brown eyes of his, met her own.

"Good morning, Meetra." He spoke. His older sister, a woman in her early to mid-twenties only groaned in response.

Meetra Wilum, or Master Wilum to the students of the academy. The first-born, a daughter, named after the famed Jedi general Meetra Surik. His father's master. She held her mother's features. Her brown hair and that matching pair of eyes but held her father's olive skin tone. She wore a heavy, green, pair of jedi robes as she stared at her brother.

"Come on, Meetra," He waved off. Turning away from her as he began to pick up a shirt off the ground. Kneeling on his bed as he began to adjust it. "I was just…up a little later than usual."

"Up a little later," She chided. "You mean that you were out getting drunk. Smoking with your friends and missing out on your lessons."

Isaac gulped, slowly shaking his head in response as Meetra's eyes darted around his room. Dirty clothes were thrown haphazardly along the floor and along the furniture. Beer bottles, discarded cigarettes, and who knows what else was pushed in the far corners.

Meetra could only sigh as the smell of the room hit her. Coughing as she whirled herself towards the window. "Damn it, Isaac," She yelled. "I told you before. You attending the academy does not mean that you can just mess around, that you can goof off without proper supervision."

She turned her head to see if her little brother was looking at her. Only to sigh, he was busy running a comb through his hair. Meetra felt, defeated. How many times have they had this conversation, how many times had she yelled and tore into him to change and grow?

She looked out of the window. Hearing the chorus of motorized cars along the streets, the sounds and choirs of people going throughout there day, and even the faint sound of blimps flying overhead. However, her eyes focused on the two massive monuments in front of her.

The first was of Avatar Aang…and the second, her father. 'How long had it been since mom died?' She questioned. Turning towards her brother. 'It's been two years; he joined the academy after she died.'

She let out a sigh. Hearing the faint click of Isaac's lightsaber along his belt. Taking a deep breath, she took a seat on the edge of his bed. Isaac's eyes widening. "Oh, come on," He whined. "Don't tell me this is going to be another lecture. Look, Meetra. I promise, this is the last time I'll…"

"Just shut up and sit down." His sister ordered, but he could tell there was a lace of peace within her words.

Isaac slowly sat next to her. "Listen, I know that things have been rough for you, ever since mom died," She watched him. Felt it within the force, the dark feelings that resided within. "But I want you too know that you are a good person. Sure, I know I nag you and all, but I just want what's best for you," She sighed. "It's been hard on everyone. Me, you, dad, and I know that you miss home. But this experience is going to be good for you, properly learning the force."

Isaac took a deep breath as he sat along his bed. His sister slowly eyeing him as she tried to utilize the force to get a better idea of what he was thinking. Only to slowly shake her head. "Damn it, Isaac," She groaned. "You really are strong in the force. To even produce a mind barrier to defend against one reading your emotions. Hell, I am your sister!"

He chuckled as he rose from his seat. Raising his left hand as the bits of discarded clothes, tools, papers began to whirl into the air. "Momma always said I was special, sis," He sparked. A sly grin decorating his features as he zoned in on her. "A champion, she called me. I heard what the masters of the academy think of me, I know of what our father says of me," His brown greyish eyes zoned in. "They say, that my connection to the force is stronger than even dad. He has even compared me too the Jedi of old…too men like Ulic and Revan. Who knows, maybe I'll even grow stronger than them."

Meetra sighed. "That's your arrogance that's speaking, Isaac. Arrogance has no use for a Jedi as powerful as you call yourself or think of yourself. If you truly do think such things, I would advise you to do better in your studies. Talent, is merely a third of the work."

"Yeah, but talents got me out of a hell of a lot of situations."

She chided. "Talent," She spoke. "Talent is only for those that can learn one thing and administer it only once to perfect it. Skill, training, can easily beat a talented individual."

"Dad was talented." He spoke. Raising his other hand as his desk slowly began to rise. Whirling like a tornado as a smile darted along his lips. "…and he became the master of the New Jedi Order."

"Don't be a fool, Isaac," His sister said. "Look upon our father. A great man, but you've seen the wounds, both physical and mental. You know the road him and his friends had to walk back then, and talent only carried him as far as it could. The rest was training."

His mind's eye drew him back to when he was younger. His father, playing with him and his sister within the pond that was near there house. How he would utilize the force to whirl him and his sister into the water as their mother would find a nice place to sit in the shade, and watch.

He was young back then, but he was still able to see it. The wounds and scars, the metal of his father's bionic limb. His father's sacrifices to pave in an era of peace. Even Avatar Aang, he heard of Tenzin and Bumi's stories of there own father, of the scar that was along his back.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly descended the objects back too the ground. Taking another deep breath as he turned back towards Meetra. "I know, Meetra," he said. "We take what is given, and we do what we must."

She nodded, taking a deep breath. "Do you know if Master Haru and dad saw the new Avatar, Korra?"

Isaac slowly shook his head. "No, sorry about that, Meetra," he said. "Last time we've seen her was a couple of years back. Remember, that big argument dad had with those white lotus officials."

Meetra nodded, her hand going towards her chin as her eyes narrowed. Isaac able to read his sisters base emotions. The fear, the anxiety, and the doubt that mingled within her. "What's wrong?" He asked.

She raised her gaze towards him. "The white lotus, I don't know," She spoke. Taking another deep breath as she slowly shook her head, mulling over her thoughts. "It just bothers me you know. These guys, outside of the Jedi are meant to help the avatar reach her full potential. But without dad and aunt Katara, she would've still been on Water or Earth bending. Don't you realize how strange this feels…"

He shrugged his shoulders in response. "Maybe, there just worried. Think about it, we read the histories of Avatar Aang, how he left the air temple from the pressure placed on him. Maybe there just taking their time."

Meetra mulled it over, but once again she shook her head in response. "Yes, exactly, but there doing the same thing. There keeping her at that compound, there not even letting her go."

Isaac rubbed the back of his head. "Maybe, there worried of that kidnapping attempt years ago. If me and dad weren't there, then…"

"I know, Isaac," She cut him off. "But that doesn't change anything. There trying to blame dad, the Jedi for what nearly happened. But there was no way for us to know that a dark side cult, and hell, the fire nation remnants were still a thing."

"But it nearly happened," Isaac explained. "You were out on that mission, so you don't know. It was up too me and dad too save Korra and Zaofu. I can understand why the white lotus don't feel comfortable letting Korra out of their grasp."

"Yes, out of their grasp," Meetra emphasized. "That's where I am getting at, Isaac. I don't like how there stopping her Avatar journey. Not letting her meet the people of the four nations and even picking out her own teachers. It feels close minded too me, and I don't think it's right."

Isaac sat along his bed. His hands combing through his locks of hair as his eyes rose towards his sister. "Meetra, I think your just…over worrying about this. The White Lotus, aren't trying to control the Avatar, at least, I think."

"Then why not allow dad to have more say over her training. He brought up nearly a dozen times how willing he was to allow her to stay at the temple, to let her train with Tenzen."

"Because she's not a Jedi, or a force sensitive," Isaac interrupted. "The White Lotus, I can understand why they are so worried about Korra. You've never met her before, she's really something."

His eyes drew towards the desk. His lips slowly going into a small smile as he spotted the old black and white photo. His father was in the middle behind the two youth. Isaac's hair was longer in that photo, his long beige Jedi robes didn't properly fit him back then. But Korra was by their side, an old friend.

He slowly shook his head as his eyes drew back towards Meetra. "Listen, I got to get to class."

Her eyes widened as she turned towards the clock. Shocking herself as she realized how long they had been talking. "Alright, head out, and be careful."

With those parting words he zoomed out of the room. Meetra still sitting on his bed as one hand went along her face. Her eyes slowly closing, trying to retain a slither of calmness, rising from her bed as she once again went towards the window.

She had done this for years. When she was finally taken into the Jedi Academy, she relished in being able to open the window and take in the fresh breeze. It was a distinct contrast to her old home. A hand-built log cabin that she had spent her youth in, her family home.

While she hated the quiet, she relished in the business of republic city was able to give her. There was always something going on, something that she needed to do. She liked that feeling, her dark hair flown wildly under the breeze as her eyes drew towards the streets. She was Meetra Wilum, daughter of Benjamin and Ty Lee Wilum, both masters of the living force. And heir to the Meetra name.

Once she had witnessed it minutes ago, but she was shocked to see, that there was hardly anyone on the streets.

Her eyes widened, those brownish grey eyes looping around the street as her blood froze. Where was everyone?

She was able to see cars in the distance, but there was only earth bent walls that blocked the streets and the Republic city police that…

Men and woman, in dark robes began to approach in groups, the republic city police force working alongside them as Meetra's force senses started to flair up. There was a darkness here, in republic city. A powerful darkness that swarmed along these men and woman as she whirled herself away from the window. She had to see, her father.