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Chapter 3

Meetra held no real idea or clue when she had drifted into sleep. After the argument with her parents, she went face first into her mattress. She screamed and cried into her pillow until she had drifted off into sleep.

Maybe, it was the rush of emotions or rather the strangeness of her own feelings…but when she drifted off into sleep and would later awaken. Meetra slowly begun to realize that this wasn't a dream, but rather something else.

She rose from where she was laying down. Her eyes going throughout her surroundings as she felt the whirling wisp of the cold breeze. However, she also felt something here as well…the force.

She pulled her jacket tighter along her body. Her eyes narrowing against the biting cold wind as she took in her surroundings. She was on an island; she could see the dip of the mountain range in which she was on.

She felt the biting of the long tendrils of grass along her calf. She could spot the wildflowers that grew along the plains as she saw the wide sunray's part through the clouds in a simmering yellow blaze that pushed away the cold.

This place to her father would've been called a light side nexus. A place of true naturally beauty, blessed by not only nature but the force as well. An academy constructed here would create powerful warriors of the light, however there was something strangely…off about this place that Meetra could not understand.

There was this strange and lingering feeling in which Meetra just couldn't explain and she struggled to put a finger on it. There was just this…off ness to the situation that she could not explain.

She turned to her right and then, her eyes widened. A boy, a young man around her age looked towards her as well. Almost like he was self-aware within his dream. However, that had to be impossible, how could he be living within her dream?

The boy held strange blond hair, a very rare hair type to have birthed within this world. His emerald eyes zoned in on their surroundings as he fixated on her as well.

He bore strange metallic archaic armor fitted with a slug gun along his chest, throwing knives along his waist, and other tools. He looked more like a hunter, rather than just a teenage boy as they both focused on the other.

She parted her lips to speak, but she couldn't find the words, rather she couldn't speak or hear herself at all as she saw the boy do the same.

However, it happened. They both cocked their heads forward as they saw it. A figure, surrounded by numerous other figures. Each dressed in Jedi robes and ensnared with a powerful tether to the light side of the force as the one in the middle approached.

The slender hands of the woman draped back the hood over her head. Revealing a plethora of dark brown hair and warm features.

Meetra and the boy were ensnared by the warm energy of the light as the woman raised her right hand to them. Draping past the double-bladed lightsaber along her waist as Meetra felt her legs…almost like jelly shake under such radiance.

"Meetra Wilum," She spoke her name. "Your parents seek to deny you your rightful place as a Jedi…but there are other options for you to learn."

Meetra hesitated, taking an instinctive step backwards as she caught herself. Her eyes still widened as she peered at this woman.

"Find me at the place in which your father's true journey began…and just like within the father, that shall be where the daughter's path shall truly begin."

Meetra heard the words coming towards her as the words ensnared her within there honey like tongue. Meetra felt herself fading away within the darkness, sinking deeper and deeper as black spots clouded her vision.

Contorting, wisping, and enveloping her as she found herself helpless against waking up. However, she found something great within that strange dream…a chance.

Meetra awoke in a sweat. Rising from the bed as her fingers went to her face as she felt the droplets of water run down her chin. Her breath was heavy, echoing within her ears alongside her rapid heartbeat.

"What was that…" She whispered to herself.

She heard the rough pattering of rain echo along the window. Silently stirring the uneasiness within her mind and within her soul. She could still feel it even now. The glare of the sun, the cold wind along her cheek, the boy, and…the voice.

That old woman…who was she?

Her father and mother had kept her relatively away from the Jedi affairs throughout her life. But, she knew that there were other organizations and orders of force sensitives that were neither Jedi nor Sith.

However, they were all rendered extinct during the great purge over a century ago. Unlike her father who rebuilt the Jedi Order, these organizations and groups were completely wiped clean. You can't rebuild something that practically never existed within the records.

Meetra sighed, the only other force sensitive groups that had sparked up was Lord Rowan's Fire Nation Remnants and his dark jedi legion. However, that was it. But a thought started to stream over Meetra's mind as she still felt the bite and feeling from the vision. Was it possible that this force organization was able to survive the great purge in secrecy, like her father did?

But the question is…why did they reach out to her, but not to her father?

This could very well be an established order of force sensitives with a plethora of knowledge and unique talents. The Jedi anthropologist corps would have a field day with such a lost culture, however what was she going to do now?

Meetra heard what the woman stated to her before. The woman had stated that her parents would deny her rightful place to learn as a Jedi. Maybe, she had a point there.

Her father and mother were content for her to not teach her full potential…but maybe, there was a silver lining within this. "Kiyoshi island…" She murmured the strange word underneath her breath.

Throughout all the stories she was told of her father's journey, that island had never came up. However, going to the republic city library would not be a hard journey for her to make. She would just need to find the manifest and boom…she's in.

She smirked, if she found this group of force sensitives and brought them to her father and mother. Then, she would've proven herself. She flexed her fingers. 'Maybe, I can even learn some tricks from that old master.'

Meetra moved off of her bed as she began to make her way throughout her room. Grabbing her bag and emptying out the contents. Now, she was going to do it…she was going to run away from home and go on a journey to learn from a Jedi Master. Maybe, this would be what will change her parent's minds.

She opened her drawers as she began to sort through her things. A compass, her wallet, a pocketknife, and other goodies and tools she would need to grab before she could set out on her adventure.

She had nearly everything she needed. Before she would leave she would stop by the garage and grab the other survival gear that would be a necessity for the journey ahead. However, there was something else she knew that would be imperative.

"Meetra, you have the capacity to be a Jedi. Heck, I think you'll make a great one."

Her father's words repeated within her head. He was right, she had the capacity to be a great Jedi…and likewise she would walk her father's path. However, she needed a weapon…and she knew just where to find it.

She walked out of her room as she softly closed the door. She could hear the drumming of the rain and the sounds of thunder that would stream and cut across the sky. She took a deep breath as she rose her gaze towards the ceiling of the hallway, grabbing the cable and bringing it down slowly. The ladder popping out.

She began climbing the ladder and was blanketed within darkness. However, her eyes quickly adjusted as she made her way through the dark room.

The Wilum family home was not known to the populace, but her father was not foolish enough to plant important relics or artifacts within his attic. Up here were merely boxes of photo albums, books, or other personal family heirlooms that they have taken throughout the years. The majority mostly coming from her mother.

However, there was something up here that she could remember only vaguely. Two objects of great importance that her father had wrapped up in cloth and put away somewhere. But she had an idea of what those two items could be.

She made her way through the attic. Taking a long while of moving away boxes and objects silently so she could try and find what she was looking for. After possibly ten to fifteen minutes of countless scouting and silent moving. Meetra smirked in delight as she found it.

A wooden padlocked crate. She brushed her hand along the front to part away the huge amounts of dust as she felt herself grow giddy. In carved black ink along the burgundy wood held the insignia of her father's new jedi order.

The piercing blade of light along the crescent. A symbol of hope for the light, and especially against the darkness. Meetra picked it up as she was shocked by the heaviness of the object that was held within her hands.

Laying it down in front of the window to get off a better glance at the light as she coughed from the dust that filled the room. Taking a deep breath, she popped open the locks.

Lightsabers, there were two of them contained within the box. Meetra could already tell who one of them belonged too. She heard the legends and read the stories of who that Lightsaber belonged too. Her father, it was his first lightsaber that he had built.

He had fought against powerful dark jedi and lords of The Sith with this blade in hand. However, it was lost to him. Then, when it was recovered many months later it would be gifted to her mother. Then, she would later on during her Jedi career make her own lightsaber that differed from the original violet shine of the first.

Meera eyed the bronze metal and the strange spinelike design that ran down one side of the hilt. However, she shook her head at the sight of the lightsaber. This was her journey, her adventure, her path…she would do it on her own two feet and hands. She would not bear her parents' weapon.

Yet, there was another lightsaber next to it. She picked it up within her two hands as she stared at the utilitarian design of the weapon. With a slanted emitter and a comfortable black grip that ran only half of one side, this weapon fit snugly within her hands.

She rose from her seat as she closed back the box. Taking it in both hands as she took a deep breath, her thumb going along the red button as she pressed it. The recoil of the lightsaber shot her as she was ensnared by the razor-sharp hum of it's cyan plasma blade.

"Woah…" She softly murmured to herself.

She moved the blade; her grey eyes being enamored by the crystal icy blue of the beam. She giggled to herself. "Now…I'm a Jedi."

She clicked off the blade. Attaching it to her belt as she slowly began to make her way down the stairs. Now, all she had to do was go through the front door. Then, her journey would officially begin after grabbing the few remaining supplies from her garage.

However, she stopped. Clicking open the door that led to her little brother's room as she saw the sleeping boy stir. "Goodbye, Isaac." She softly whispered. Then, she slowly shut the door behind her as she made her way.

She would write a note so they wouldn't be too worried, obviously exempting some pretty important details and then grab the survival gear. But that wouldn't be that long. She grabbed everything and wrote the note. Leaving it on her bed as she walked to the front door.

Clicking it open as she was taken in by the cold rain that had already begun to drench her. However, she wasn't dissuaded. Closing it behind her as she made her way along the road as her own adventure was going to being.

Yet, she failed to realize the darkness that had already entrapped her in it's snare. Willing to consume her and destroy everything her father had taken decades to build.