Jedi Phoenix
PrologueThere exist two planes of existence. The first is the plane of the living, the second the plane of the dead. Somewhere between these two planes exists a neutral ground, a place called the Whills. The Whills are not a place in reality, they are only a place of mind, but the Whills possess a powerful secret, for from the Whills, one can interact with both planes, of both the Dead and the Living, but this secret is hard to learn by oneself. One of the two eternal beings that have inhabited the Whills since the birth of time itself, the Shaman, descends to the plane of the Living and is tasked with instructing one being with the secret of the Whills. The Whills are a mystic and cryptic place, and the Galaxy has slaved its entire life trying to understand what exactly they are, but the Whills will always exist to puzzle millions of species, for the Whills have existed from the beginning of time, and will exist until the end of time. For this reason, the Keeper of the Whills has spent eternity documenting the history of the universe, and in the beginning of time itself, their existed a third habitant of the Whills. He was the Prophet, and when the prophecies were made, and his purpose fulfilled, he dissolved into time-space itself. Many of his prophecies have already been fulfilled, and a new chapter in the Journal is about to be written with the fulfillment of the prophecy of the Phoenix.
There were five, four escorts, and one other, the Phoenix. They walked cautiously across the vacuum, towards the stair that no one could see. All was quiet, for sound did not exist here. The air was still and cold, for heat was unknown. The youngest of the group, the Phoenix, had a look of uncertainty worn on his young face, and his dark hair blended in with the dark absence of light. He was the youngest in both terms, in life, he had died at the age of sixteen, and he had spent only seven in the abyss known as Death. The others had spent much more time, the oldest, a long-faced bearded man known as Jinn, had spent almost sixty, and the two others, Skywalker and Kenobi and a small green alien had all spent almost thirty. They proceeded on, stumbling through the darkness until they reached a gap of land. They continued to walk over it, without falling down to the realm they once knew as home. The Phoenix quivered, and he could feel a sickness in his stomach. He was still not attuned to the way of this new world, and walking over a gap in space-time itself, felt disturbing. The tall man, Jinn clapped a hand on one of his shoulders, and the second youngest, Skywalker, placed one on the other. For what seemed like countless hours to the Phoenix (though you couldn't tell since time did not exist here) they continued on, further and further, until he thought he could walk no further. Then they stopped. They had reached the place of prophecy, the stairway to life. The Phoenix knew what it was he had to do, and the escorts knew that they could not return as the Phoenix would. As the Phoenix stepped into the ring of darkness, he heard the voices in his mind, speechless communication. You are the one of prophecy Anakin. Do what must be done. It is your destiny. He nodded grimly and then, he descended from one realm to another. Sick to the stomach as the ground fell beneath, the Phoenix collapsed. An eternity later, the void that he knew as death was suddenly replaced by the sound of waves breaking, the smell of salt air, and a taste of fine grain sand. But most of all, Anakin Solo, could see. He was once again, alive. Prophecy Fulfilled.