Title: Twisted Fates: A Jedi's Fate- Book One
Author: Jedidanny
Rating: PG to PG-13
Genre: Romance, action-adventure
Summary: The first story in a series, this is the story of Avalynn Stormhaven, mother of Renoa and Cole Stormhaven, and her adventures. R&R.
A/N: Star Wars doesn't belong to me, unfortunately. However, these characters do, so please don't steal them or I'll be a very cranky Jedi. R&R!
A/N: Sorry about the long wait; I had some writers block, and then I ended up starting to work on a new fantasy story.
For Brayon's memories, the stuff in non-italics is describing the scene. The text in italics is Brayon telling the story from his view.
The song used in this chapter is by Jesse McCartney and is called Because You Live from Princess Diaries 2.

Chapter Four
Family Reunion

The Sith Prison

Avalynn now stood in front of two large oak doors, guards still holding onto her arms, which were held behind her back, wrists in stun cuffs after she was taken out of the cage. She assumed the oak doors would lead into the throne room, and she dreaded finding out what lurked within its shadows.

The doors opened, and Avalynn was lead into the throne room, the Sith Apprentice walking ahead of her and moving to kneel in front of the throne where his master sat waiting, bowing his head before standing up and turning to watch as the guards brought the new prisoner in.

"Who do we have here?" Croaked the voice of the Sith Lord, who's only visible features were two deep red eyes staring out at her from a black hooded cloak with the hood up.

"Avalynn Lorran, my Lord, a young Jedi Apprentice," Kathan answered, smirking as he looked at the girl.

"Lorran? Your parents were once powerful Jedi, but not powerful enough," the Sith Lord said.

Avalynn glared at the Sith, "My parents were great Jedi and would have done anything they could to make sure you died like the Sith scum you are." She was angry, and she knew better than to allow this, but she had so much anger built up inside from the events that had taken place that day . . .

The Lord laughed, "Your parents were weak, Jedi. Your mother was too weak to stay alive after your birth, and your father was too weak after her death. But not you. You could be a powerful asset to the dark side. You could be very powerful, indeed . . ."

"I'll never turn to the dark side and betray my family, Sith scum," Avalynn snarled, trying to escape the tightening grasps on her arms.

"Oh, in time, I think you'll have changed your mind. In time . . . Take her away and let her reunite with . . . An old acquaintance," the lord said, turning his back toward her and walking toward the steps that would lead him to the throne.

The guards began to pull Avalynn away and out of the throne room. They took her down a hallway, eventually stopping in front of a cell door. The door opened, and she was pushed in, the door sliding shut behind her.

"Who's there?" a voice called out from the darkness in the corner of the cell.

Avalynn took a step, rubbing her arms where the guards had gripped them tight, "My name is Avalynn. Avalynn Lorran."

She saw something move, and in the faint light of the cell, she saw a figure with a bare chest, scars on the face, arms, and chest. Dark blue eyes stared at her, and she stared back, swallowing hard as she realized who was in the cell.

"Avalynn?" A short cry of pain, and the figure stood, coming into the light where Avalynn could see her older brother, Brayon.

"Brayon!" She ran toward him and hugged him, wrapping her arms around his waist as they hugged.

Brayon gave a small moan of pain as his sister tightly hugged him, but he said nothing, and just hugged back, wrapping his arms around her tightly. After a moment, he pulled back to look at her.

"What are you doing here? Where are Garrik and Garren?"

"I was captured. Garrik and Garren are back at the ship. We crashed, and Garren was hurt. I came into the forest and was captured by that Sith, Kathan. What do they want from us, Brayon? Why are you here?" Avalynn asked.

Brayon sighed, pulling away completely from her and moving to sit down on the bench, leaving room for her to sit down next to him.

"There is no true way for me to put into words what I have discovered and why I was taken here. Believe me, it is not an experience I am eager to share . . ." He looked at his sister, who was now moving to sit down next to him. "But, if you wish, I will show it to you. I can push my memories into your mind for you to see them yourself. As you can see from my scars . . . Some of it will not be very pretty," Brayon said.

Avalynn nodded, "I understand."

"Good. Then lay down, close your eyes . . . Relax your mind . . . And let the Force flow."

Brayon's Memories

I had found this cave a long time ago, when I was about thirteen years old, but something had happened that had kept me away, until now. Deep within the shadows of the cave, I had found something so magnificent and wondrous but terrifying at the same time, and I knew that if those of the Dark Side had it in their hands, the Jedi and galaxy would be doomed to eternal darkness.

The Sith Holocron. It contained all the secrets to the Sith that had been formed over thousands of years, ever since the first Sith slithered around its home planet. It had the maneuvers of thousands of Sith who had somehow been able to defeat powerful Jedi. Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, and many others. If the information in the Holocron were to be extracted and placed in the hands of the Sith, they would be unstoppable. That was why I had to hide it, somewhere other than this cave, after learning everything the Holocron contained.

I sat through hours upon hours, sifting through information worth thousands of years. I didn't eat; I didn't sleep. Beneath my eyes were dark purple circles from lack of sleep, and my arms and stomach were skinnier than they should be.

A boy sitting at a desk in his room was seen, eyes tired, and his arms skinny to the bone. He stared at the image that the Holo player on the desk flickered, scrolling through pages of information, pictures, and much more.
When I had gathered all of the information in my head, I took the Holocron back to the cave, only to be followed. I sensed the Dark Side within he who had followed me and knew what he wanted.

I found myself cornered in the cave. One Force sensitive but untrained Jedi with no useful weapon, save for a blaster on my belt and dagger I keep in my boot, against five troopers and an armed Sith Apprentice. I knew I would have to give in, but they would not claim me without a fight.

After being knocked to the ground thanks to a stun blast from one of the blasters, I woke up to find myself strapped to a table, my shirt torn off. The table lay flat, and the straps held me down tight. I heard the humming and beeping of machinery and knew I was in some sort of an interrogation center.

A tray sat by the table, filled with needles and other contraptions that would be used on the boy who lay there helplessly. A hiss from the door and there was a tap on the floor as the booted feet of the Sith Apprentice who had taken the boy prisoner and come to see the interrogation begin.

The Apprentice stared down at Brayon, smirking.

"It will not be long now, Lorran, until you have told me everything I need to know, and the Holocron's information will be at the will of my Master to use. In time, the galaxy will be our prisoner, powerless to stop us. And it will all be thanks to you," Kathan sneered.

"I will tell you nothing. No matter what happens, I will never tell you what I know," I said, avoiding allowing our eyes to meet.

"In time, Jedi scum, you will. We will start with the basics, first. Your name, who your family is, how many Jedi are in your family . . . And gradually we will move up to the most important thing. My Master will be patient, but the technicians won't, especially since you are a new prisoner. I suggest preparing yourself for a lot of pain," he said.

It was then that they began. Needles, electric shocks, suction cups . . . And all because I had refused to tell them about the Holocron. What they started with wasn't nearly as bad as what was to come.

After a few hours, it stopped. My breathing was heavy, I was in pain through every inch of my body, and I had cuts on my arms and chest that were bleeding. To my surprise, though, they placed bandages on my cuts and put my shirt back on. They brought me into the throne room where I was to meet Kathan's master.

The throne room was dark with very little light. The figure of the Sith Master stared out at the wounded prisoner, obviously beat from lack of sleep, a smirk on his face.

"Welcome, young Lorran. I have been waiting for this for a long time," the Sith greeted.

I said nothing. What could I say? I was tired, worn, and I ached all over. It felt like a thousand knives had been stabbed into every inch of my body.

"You don't know who I am, do you?" The figure rose, slowly walking down the stairs and toward where Brayon stood limply in the arms of the guards. "A long time ago, when your parents were still young Jedi, they, along with their masters, faced a Sith and his apprentice. They fought for what seemed like hours, until finally there was only one left. The apprentice; his master had been killed by one of the young Jedi, a boy. The apprentice was awe-struck, angered, and wanted revenge badly. From that day on, he plotted, trying to come up with a plan to destroy the Jedi who had killed his father. When he heard that the Jedi had committed suicide after the death of his wife, who was also there that day, he began to plot to destroy their heirs. He knew of a son, the oldest, who would be the most powerful asset to him . . . Years later, he found out that the boy knew something that would be very powerful if in the hands of the Sith," the Sith Lord said.

"So the one-time apprentice . . . Captured the boy, and now stands before him," I said, no emotion on my face.

"Very good; you figured it out. I know that you are the one who discovered the Sith Holocron. If you tell me its location, I will leave you alone. You will be set free," the Lord said.

I shook my head, "I destroyed it. Even if I hadn't destroyed it, what makes you think I would have told you where it was?" I knew that lying to him was risky, but it was one that I had to take to throw him off the scent. If they were to discover the actual Holocron, I would have failed the Jedi.

"You may have destroyed it, boy, but you must have known what the Holocron contained, which means you must know the secrets. Tell me what you know and you will be set free."

I didn't answer. After a moment, the Sith turned away and waved a hand, telling the guards to take me away.

In the Cell

Avalynn lay on the bench, her eyes closed as the memories began to fade into darkness. After a moment, she opened her eyes and sat up, tears in her eyes.

"Brayon . . . I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have to bare this burden," she said, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"It is a burden I chose to bare when I discovered the Holocron and began to read. It is a burden I must continue to bare until the Sith is destroyed and the Holocron can either be destroyed or hidden where no one will find it. Until that moment, I am a prisoner here. But you . . . I do not understand why you were brought here. You have nothing to do with the Holocron," Brayon said. He shook his head, "Whatever his plans are, I have a feeling it will not be long until you are brought to be interrogated. It is a pain that none should have to go through, Avalynn, and yet many have. Some have had the mental capacity to live through it, others have either gone insane or killed themselves. It is not a pain I would have ever wished for you to bare, but now there might be no choice."

"I'm not afraid, Brayon. It's a risk I have to take. I chose to train as a Jedi, so I chose to have this Sith as an enemy," she said.

"You are very brave, Avalynn. I can not tell you how proud I am of you for doing what I was unable to through my own selfish feelings. There is a chance that they will discover what I told you through my memories. They have a machine, called the Memory Sifter. It will go through all of the memories you have to try and discover whatever information may be important to them. I have learned to block the memories I showed you from them, but it will not be so easy for you because the memories I showed to you were not your own. Do what you can to block them from the machine. It's very powerful, and painful . . . But I believe you can do it," Brayon said.

Avalynn nodded; she opened her mouth to start speaking again when she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

"AH!" she cried out, holding her chest.

"Avalynn, what's wrong?"

"I . . . Don't know. Someone is hurt. Someone . . . Close by," she answered, wincing in pain.

Brayon thought for a moment; the person would have to have a strong connection to Avalynn if it was hurting her this much, which meant . . .

"Arek."

Avalynn stared at him, "Brayon, Arek . . . Arek is dead. If he weren't, he would have come home a long time ago. I . . ."

"But it has to be him. It's not me, and you and I don't have a strong enough connection in the Force for my pain to be affecting you like this. It has to be him, which means he's still alive," Brayon said, a look of hope on her face.

Why do you have to lift my hopes, Brayon? I forgot those hopes a long time ago . . . Avalynn thought, another tear rolling down her cheek.

Because he's right, Avarose. Why did you give up on me? The voice of Arek said in her head.

Arek? Is that you? She asked, seeming to stare out into space.

Yes . . . It's me. Where are you? His voice asked.

In a cell with Brayon. How . . . Why are you here, Arek?

I can't . . . Explain right now, Avalynn. They let us eat in a few hours, earlier if we're lucky. Meet me . . . By the window in the dining hall. It will be the only . . . One in there. The guards will let you roam once you are in the dining hall, so you shouldn't have to worry about that, Arek said.

Alright, I'll be there, and Brayon will be, too. I've missed you so much, Arek, I . . . she said, another few tears rolling down her cheeks.

Ah! He cut her off and suddenly she lost the connection; she could no longer feel the pain her brother was in.

"Avalynn? What's wrong?" Brayon asked.

"I . . . I just talked to Arek. You're right, he is here. He says they're going to let us eat soon, and to meet him by the window in the dining hall," she answered, half whispering.

Brayon studied her face, seeing the look in her eyes. He knew it had to be very painful for her to hear the voice of her twin after all this time, "Are you okay?"

Avalynn nodded, looking at him, "Yes. I'm fine."

Brayon pulled her into a hug, stroking her back to try and comfort her, letting her lean against him and eventually falling asleep.

The Destined Runner

Darius lay on the couch in the lounge, an almost-empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. Not having Avalynn by his side to wrap his arms around and protect had to be the worse feeling he had had in a long time.

Across from him, on the other couch, was Garren, sleeping peacefully for the moment. The pain he was in was probably antagonizing to him.

Darius slowly closed his eyes, letting himself start to doze off, soon finding himself in a deep sleep.

Darius's Dream

Darius and Avalynn lay on a blanket, sitting in front of the lake in the forest of Yavin 4, listening to the rush of the waterfall as it fell into the pond below. Avalynn's laughter filled Darius's ears like those of church bells on a wedding day. He looked at Avalynn, watching as she laughed. Soon there was a silence between the two of them, but the looks in their eyes said everything that there wasn't a need to say.

Staring out at the rain with a heavy heart
It's the end of the world in my mind
Then your voice calls me back like a wake up call
I've been looking for the answer
Somewhere
I couldn't see that it was right there
But now I know what I really know
Because you live and breathe
Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help
Because you live, girl
My world has twice as many stars in the sky

"Race you to the water," Avalynn said, standing and running toward the lake.

"If I catch you before you get there, you're in trouble," Darius joked, standing up and running after her.

He caught up to her and grabbed her arm, pulling her toward him just as she reached the water. He kept a hold on her arm with one hand while bending down and starting to splash her.

"Darius! No fair!" she said, laughing and bending down to splash him back.

Darius and Avalynn now lay on the blanket again, Darius laying on his side and Avalynn laying against him, resting her head on her arm as she slept. Darius watched her, stroking her hair and sighing softly as he wrapped her in a protective embrace and began thinking. He thought about his parents, his sister, and how much they would have loved Avalynn. His sister was still alive, but was far away at the moment.

It's alright, I survived, I'm alive again
Cause of you, made it though every storm
What is life, what's the use if you're killed inside?
I'm so glad I found an angel
Someone who was there when all my hopes fell
I wanna fly, looking in your eyes
Because you live and breathe
Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help
Because you live, girl
My world has twice as many stars in the sky
Because you live, I live

Because you live there's a reason why
I carry on when I lose the fight
I want to give what you've given me always

"I love you, Avalynn Lorran," he whispered into her ear. He kissed her on the cheek before allowing his eyes to close, falling asleep with Avalynn in his arms.

Because you live and breathe
Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help
Because you live, girl
My world has twice as many stars in the sky
Because you live and breathe
Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help
Because you live, girl
My world has everything I need to survive
Because you live, I live, I live

The Destined Runner
Ship Lounge

Darius woke up, sitting up and breathing hard after the dream he had. He had dreamt of Avalynn . . . It had felt so real. The void in his heart and soul had been filled, even if only through his dream.
Sighing, he lay back down, staring up at the ceiling. Tomorrow was a new day, and they would do anything it took to find Avalynn once more.

Sith Prison
Dining Hall

Avalynn and Brayon were taken out of their cell and down the hallway. They were lead to the dining hall which had several long tables and a conveyor belt where the trays of goopy food—or what the prison called food—were.

The guards took the binders off of their wrists, letting them roam. Instead of going to the conveyor belt with the food, though, they went to the window where Arek had Avalynn he would be.

They stood waiting, Avalynn's heart pounding fast in her chest as her hopes began to lift.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned around to find herself staring into the eyes of her twin brother.

He had the same deep blue eyes as her, and was tall. From what she could remember, he looked the splitting image of their father. Brown hair was long, having not been cut in a long time by the looks of it, a few strands falling into his eyes. He wore a white shirt and a pair of tan pants, which seemed to be the same outfit of all the other prisoners, even Brayon, except for Avalynn, who still had her own clothes.

"Arek?" she half whispered.

He nodded, smiling. A scar ran down under his eye to his lip but she didn't care; this was her brother, and he had become more handsome than she had imagined he would. He was alive, and that was all that mattered.

"It's me, Avalynn," Arek said.

He pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her and leaning his head on hers as they hugged, rocking slowly back and forth. He looked up at Brayon, who put a hand on his younger brothers shoulder, saying nothing.

The family was reuniting, and soon they would be together again, completely.

Or so they hoped . . .

Okay, that's it. What do you think? Read and review, PLEASE!!!!!!!

Chapter Five: Narrow Escape, Left Behind (chapter name might be changed, just a warning).