Chapter 1: The Krelli Order

They were like animals. I'd been exploring the caves north of the Dune Sea and I was confronted by these masked demons in sand coloured suits. They had no sophisticated weaponry but I was sure I would never survive against the fighting sticks they used. I really wished I had one of those "light guns" that those travellers carry with them, but you would end up having to fight your way through monsters like these just to get hold of one.

I thought then, why couldn't I simply think those scum to death? I imagined the ringleader of the Tusken gang simply choking and falling in the ground, and remarkably, he started reaching for his throat. This momentarily distracted the other Tuskens and I quickly thought of some other way I could subdue the rest. I raised my fist against one and blue bolts of lightning started emanating from it and the Tusken was consumed with blue fire. As my anger grew I shot the lightning into the other sandmen until there was nothing but ashes left of them.

Having thought I had scored an easy victory, an aircraft of some kind landed behind me. I was prepared in case it was more of these sandmen, but I was sure they never used flying machines. Several cloaked figures emerged and the lead one, a bearded figure, said, "You must learn to control your anger. We are the Krelli order, and we are here to save you"

The next memory was a bit fuzzy, but he offered me some kind of lemon- flavoured drink, and after this everything faded to black and I woke up…

…In a palatial building in the middle of a forest. At the time I thought I'd come to a great new home. The bearded persons name I understood was Bail Kenobi. He seemed a kind old man, but I always thought there was something a bit missing from his life.

I always enjoyed going out on the steamboat down lake Yoda, where we would go spotting the local wildlife. If we were lucky we'd see one of those weird part-wolf, part fish creatures with no ears that would clap their fins together to get our attention.

All along, Mr Kenobi would keep telling me these tales of the hawkmen in the sky who always looked after us, and yet, one day, when I saw some kind of demon rise from the ocean to slaughter one of these earless creatures I asked why these hawkmen would want to create the world this way.

"They move in mysterious ways", he said. But I began understanding that no mystery can ever not be unravelled, and to all things there was an answer. I really knew that they weren't enhancing their lives by believing in these hawkmen: they were merely suppressing it.

I had turned twelve that year, and was really ready to go into adulthood and start living my own way. But in addition to the problem that I knew this Hawkmen belief was pure rubbish, I knew that Mr Kenobi had some secret he was hiding, and possibly an unexplained motivation for his entire Krelli religion.