One Force-spirit on your dreams means something big is happening, two means you most likely aren't gonna like it. Jacen was downright worried when the ghosts of both Vergere and Anakin appeared upon falling asleep. Best to see what the kriff they're after. /What am I to be doing that I'm not?/
Vergere 'spoke' first, Your Royal Highness, on the banks of the river where you have made camp, is your birthright and proof of your Royal birth./
Jacen was floored upon being addressed as royalty. /Me? Royalty? Is this your idea of a joke?/
Anakin 'replied' with eighty-percent seriousness/Brother, you don't know how serious we are. Do not falter in this. Didn't you know we were heir to the throne of Corellia? Lusankya, sword of kings is fifteen meters from where you and Tenel Ka are sleeping, you lucky skunk./ The phantom's visage softened near the end of his 'statement.'
Jacen mentally sighed, Great, my dead brother is ribbing me from beyond the grave over my choice of women. /Once I hold the sword, what is my task?/ He used more formal tones, though he did not know why.
Vergere 'said,' /Choose and act. Fulfill the destiny you were born into. That I tutored you for. Bring the line of kings out of the shadow, admit your heritage, unlike your father before you. Rebuild the dynasty that shall bind the Alliance deeper than a piece of flimsy. You shall be a great king./
For once, Vergere gave me a straight answer. Is this that important? Jacen knew Vergere didn't give information unless it was encrypted in a riddle, save in dire cases.
/Go, my brother/ Anakin 'told' Jacen/Fulfill your destiny./ The specter's features softened further/And give my regards to everyone back home/
"Jacen, my love, what is wrong? You do not seem yourself this morning." Tenel Ka's voice betrayed the fact that she had only been awake for ten minutes.
He whispered back, from the water's edge "I had a vision last night, I'll explain when I've found what I'm looking for . . . Bingo!" His voice increased by thirty decibels as he found what he was looking for, and pulled it, dripping and covered with aquatic plants, from the shallow water. "The long lost Sword of Kings, Lusankya!" He exclaimed as he pulled the weeds off of the Mandalorian iron blade and scabbard and drew the legendary weapon.
"You're . . . not joking!" Tenel Ka gasped as the weeds revealed a hand-and-a-half sword with a blade a full meter long, and intricate scrollwork and gem work covering parts of the blade and most of the hilt. Peculiar was a ring of small blue gems ringing the base of the blade, along with a Nova Ruby on the center of the crossbar. This blade was famous enough to have thirty-eight warships, including a Super Star Destroyer named after it. "Why would you be told the location of Lusankya in a dream . . . if you weren't heir to the Corellian throne?" The Force is with me, the one man I could ever love, the one I would never make a slave, is heir to the only bloodline the Hapan throne acknowledges an honor-debt to.
Jacen examined the Nova Ruby, as if trying to remember something, and pushed it in. A snap-hiss akin to that of a lightsaber, but higher in pitch, sounded, as the blade became sheathed in a sapphire glow. "As the scholars thought, a lightblade, a variant of Lightsaber for Force-using royalty." He tapped the Nova Ruby again and the blue aura vanished.
"Vergere and Anakin appeared in my dreams last night and told me to accept my birthright," he held up the sword, "And my destiny as heir to the Corellian crown."
"I see," Tenel Ka replied, beaming, "I always knew you were prince of more than my heart." She kissed him again, and whispered, "Let's wake Valin and Malinza and tell them."