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Xan had been running for some time now, and she had to rest. She looked for a place to sit and fell to the concrete. She saw no more than what was in her head. Memories. What had just happened? She thought back, not just to events that had just taken place, she had to think farther, what had lead up to this moment? She was 3, and her father was just coming home from yet another journey far from their home, a planet called Telos. She and her brother were cared for by a nanny when their father, Xanatos was away. "Daddy!" she screamed as she ran into his waiting arms. "How's my little angel?" he said, with a smile as he picked her up and carried her to the house, where her brother, Granta Omega was waiting. She looked up into her father's eyes, so similar to her own as he put her down. So dark blue, they were almost black, only hers were green. She looked over at her brother, he looked so much like their father. Strong cheek bones and jaw bones and eyes of the darkest blue. Black hair flowing gently to his shoulders. Hers was white as snow with black roots and cascaded all the way down her back. It was her father that donned her with the nick-name, angel. Angels were the fairest creatures in the galaxy, and he thought she had an incredible likeness to them. Xan loved her father, his kind eyes, he loved them so much. Her mother had been killed. Her father's father was killed by a ruthless Jedi. He had stabbed their grandpapa in the heart, right in front of him. As Xan found later, her father's need for revenge on the Jedi was the only thing that overshadowed his love for the two children. He nursed the hate and anger inside him, he needed revenge. It would ultimately destroy him and his children.

He had once been a Jedi , the evil one, his very own master. He hated the Jedi, and taught the children to do so also. He had trained them in laser-saber fighting from and early age.

They were never called them "lightsabers", this was a Jedi term, and never allowed. Xan was very force-sensitive and caught on quick. Granta wasn't, but he was good with a saber. But he got arrogant and made stupid mistakes. Xan and her father always fought with each other, Granta wasn't much of a challenge. Xan was good, but somehow her father always won, sometimes by a fraction of a second, or inch, but he always did. Xanatos always admired his daughter's ability with a saber, and often told her so. Granta was jealous of Xan, but never really let on. To anyone else, even Xan herself, they seemed thick as thieves.

"Father? Where are you going?", Xan said, 10 years old now. Xanatos was packing, saying he would be gone a very long time. "I'm just going a little journey, I'm just not sure when I'll be coming back.", he said, turning his back to her to resume packing. There was something in his gaze. He seemed very troubled. Something was deeply wrong with him. Xan didn't know what, but as she entered the room, she felt chilled to the bone, like and evil spirit was there. Xanatos turned and faced his daughter, his love for her could no longer hide the malice in his eyes. The evil rising in him. There was an icy fire burning in his eyes. Xan felt more afraid then she ever had. The look in his eyes, the fire, chilled her to bone. She held back a gasp. She had never thought something so menacing lay inside her father.

" It's time for you to go, angel", he said, with a hushed fierceness, almost a purr.

She nodded a left the room, without seeming to hurry.

What just happened? She wondered. Had the evil just gotten into him, and if so, from where? Or, had it always been there, she had just never seen it. But she was force-sensitive. She could sense things others couldn't. She could have sensed it. She should have seen it coming a while away.

Xanatos left that night, and as he said good-bye to Xan, she tried hard not to look in his eyes, but had anyway. She shivered at the icy gaze and quickly turned away. "Goodbye, Xan. Be good for your brother, I hope to see you again soon. Farewell." For a split second, the fire in his eyes died, and she saw the father she knew.

"Farewell, father.", Xan said, holding back the tears that threatened to overflow.

Xan and Granta watched their father mount his swoop and ride away. She didn't know how, but she knew this would be the last time they saw their father.

Xan was 12 now, nearly two years after her father had left. She and Granta had had slight communication with him. He told them about his surroundings and a child he had met that was around Granta's age, Bruck-something-or-other.

She was almost 13 when she got the news that nearly killed her. Xanatos had been killed.

By none other than the evil Jedi that had killed their grandpapa. After he left, she had always wondered about her father. Was he evil? Could she trust him? She had been so confused.

Now, she felt sick. Granta screamed in agony. It was 2 days before her 13th birthday.

She and Granta went into his room. Xanatos' body hadn't been found, so there wouldn't be funeral. They went around collecting cherished heirlooms for themselves and set out to organize the estate. Xan got his laser-saber. The very one he had trained her with. The one he had made as a boy. They found a box, high in the closet. It had their names on it.

Inside were two capes. One was black with darkest green lining. The other was black with midnight-blue lining. Xanatos had made them for his children.

They put on the cloaks and walked out of the room, side by side.

It was as if, for the first time, they knew their father was never coming back.

Xan was now 14. Her father's death had both brought Granta and her closer together and driven them apart. Granta had obsessed himself in finding out the Jedi's name who had killed his father. He had even found one: Qui Gon Jinn. Needless to say, Granta wanted him dead, and made plans to find him.

Xan didn't go down that path of hate, but was consumed by her own grief. She practiced with her father's, now her, laser-saber. She practiced for hour's everyday, pretending her father was there, helping her, teaching her, the way he always had.

One day, Granta came to her and told her his plans to go hunt down and kill the Jedi, Qui Gon. "They are filthy creatures, Jedi. They should all be destroyed." He said, without a thread of emotion. Like a droid. Xan looked at him, with round eyes." How can you possibly blame all the Jedi? Father was killed by one, not the entire order." she said, not entirely believing it herself. Granta gave her a look of astonishment, but didn't reply.

He started towards his swoop. Xan ran after him." You can't do this! You'll be killed!" she said, panicked. She stepped in front of him." The Jedi was strong enough to kill father, he'll kill you too!" she yelled. Granta seemed snapped from his trance and looked her in the eye. She stifled a scream. The same icy fire that had inserted themselves in her father's eyes now occupied their own space in her brother's. Without warning, he backhanded her so hard it sent her flying. "You humiliate me, sister. To say that the Jedi is stronger than I!" he said with a voice so cold that it chilled her. Her brother went over to his swoop and started to load it. She came up behind him and kicked him, hard enough to send him to the ground. He was older than her, bigger and stronger, but Xan was hard-headed and had a strong spirit. Enough even to challenge her brother. "You were always overconfident in your abilities. You were always cocky. Why do you think I always won when you and I saber-fought? You can hardly hold a saber, and you are going up against a Jedi who not only has had years of training, but is force-sensitive, also? What do you think you will accomplish? He will kill you!" she yelled at him, standing tall. If she did not want something to happen, it usually didn't. Granta rose to his feet, and faced her, "You will speak no more of me, you little brat. I could beat you any day with saber fighting! And I WILL defeat that Jedi!" said Granta. He was just as stubborn as his sister, but had an advantage. For now, he was stronger than her, physically. He backhanded her again, as hard as could. She flew backward and hit the ground hard.

While she was down, he turned and mounted his swoop. She came to as he disappeared into the afternoon sun.

Her howl of rage echoed in his ears as he left.

She couldn't let him do this. She couldn't lose him too. She had to save him. She had to get to him before he got to the Jedi.

hey guys, didja like it? sorry if there were many spelling errors, i'm very lazy and miss things easily.

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