The sun was rising on the picturesque landscape of the Enarc Jedi outpost, casting an ethereal glow over the lush greenery and ancient ruins that peppered the grounds. Harry Potter, clad in his comfortable Jedi attire, adjusted his glasses nervously as he approached the training area. A gentle breeze rustled his untamed black hair, carrying with it the scent of dew-covered grass.
"Ready for your Psychometry training?" asked Kiara Lynn
"Definitely," Harry replied confidently.
"Psychometry is a force ability that you were born with" began Kiara. "Follow me"
Harry followed the Mirialan Jedi knight as they walked around the training area. "Psychometry is the ability to acquire information about events or individuals associated with an object by touching it."
"I know that Knight Lynn, it is why I wear gloves all the time" replied Harry.
Harry's response brought a smile to Kiara's face. "Smart thinking," she said approvingly. "But for today's training, you'll need to remove those gloves. It's time to embrace and control your gift, not hide from it."
Reluctantly, Harry peeled off his gloves, revealing his pale, slender hands. The morning sun cast a warm light on the training grounds, illuminating the various artifacts laid out for their session.
"See these objects?" Kiara gestured towards a collection of items ranging from ancient weapons to personal trinkets. "These Each one holds stories, emotions, memories. Today, you'll learn to read them. They were taken off of Jedi master Belth Allusis who died during the second battle of Bothawui."
As Harry's gaze swept over the array of items, he felt a tinge of apprehension mixed with curiosity. He knew each object was a relic of history, a piece of someone's life and death. He could sense the residual energy emanating from them, a testament to their significance.
"Begin with this," Kiara said, handing him a weathered lightsaber hilt. Its metal surface was dulled by age, yet it felt alive under Harry's touch. "I want you to tell me, what do you see? what was his story? What were his final moments like?"
Harry hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gingerly touched the lightsaber hilt. As soon as his skin made contact, a rush of images and sensations flooded his mind. He saw flashes of Belth Allusis, a formidable Jedi Master, his face set in determination, leading his troops into battle. The sounds of clashing lightsabers and blaster fire echoed in Harry's ears.
He witnessed the valiant stand of Allusis and his fellow Jedi, surrounded by enemy forces. There was a sense of overwhelming odds, yet Allusis's resolve never wavered. Harry could feel the Jedi Master's dedication to the Force, his unwavering commitment to protect the innocent.
Amidst the chaos of battle, Harry sensed a deep sorrow in Allusis. The Jedi Master knew the cost of war, and the lives that would be lost, but he also understood the necessity of his actions for the greater good. It was a burden he bore with stoic grace.
The vision culminated in a fierce duel between Allusis and a powerful Sith adversary. Sparks flew as their lightsabers clashed, each strike a testament to their skill and determination. In the end, Allusis was overwhelmed, not by fear or doubt, but by the sheer number of enemies. His final moments were those of a hero, sacrificing himself to ensure his comrades could retreat.
As Harry withdrew his hand from the lightsaber hilt, the images faded, leaving him back in the sunlit training grounds. He looked up at Kiara, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and sadness.
"He was a hero," Harry whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "He fought bravely, not for glory, but to protect others. His last thoughts were of hope, that his sacrifice would turn the tide of the battle."
Kiara nodded a solemn expression on her face. "You've done well, Harry. Psychometry is a powerful gift, and you've shown great sensitivity and understanding in using it. Remember, the memories and emotions you experience are echoes of the past. They can teach us, guide us, but they should not overwhelm us."
Harry took a deep breath, trying to steady himself after the intense experience. "I understand," he said, though he still felt the residual weight of Allusis's last moments.
"Now, try this," Kiara suggested, handing him a small, intricately carved pendant. "Remember, not all memories are of conflict and sorrow. Some carry lessons of love, joy, and wisdom."
As Harry touched the pendant, he was immediately enveloped in a sense of calm and serenity. He saw glimpses of a young Jedi, possibly Allusis in his earlier years, sharing moments of laughter and learning with his peers. The memories were warm, filled with camaraderie and the excitement of discovery. He saw Allusis's journey, his growth from a curious learner to a wise teacher, his moments of triumph and his struggles.
"These memories... they're so different from the last," Harry remarked, a hint of wonder in his voice. "You were his Padawan?"
Kiara smiled softly, her eyes reflecting a depth of emotion. "Yes, I was. Belth Allusis was more than a mentor to me; he was like a father. He taught me not just about the Force, but about life, compassion, and the importance of balance. These memories are part of his legacy, a reminder that even in the darkest times, there is light, hope, and love."
Harry released the pendant, feeling a profound sense of connection to both Kiara and Master Allusis. "I can see why you admired him so much. He seemed like an incredible Jedi. He was to you like Master Satele Shan is to me. I view Master Shan as a mother, you saw the same in Master Allusis."
Harry's words struck a chord with Kiara, and she nodded in agreement. "Yes, Harry. Just as Master Satele Shan has been a guiding light for you, Master Allusis was for me. Our connection with our mentors shapes us, not just as Jedi but as individuals. They teach us not only the ways of the Force but also how to navigate the complexities of life."
"Although I still remember when I called Master Shan mum in a Jedi Council meeting last year. That was embarrassing"
Harry's anecdote brought a light-hearted chuckle from Kiara. "It's those moments that remind us of our humanity, Harry. Even Jedi are not above the occasional faux pas. It's part of what makes us relatable, what connects us to others."
"True," Harry agreed, smiling. "It's those little things that keep us grounded, isn't it?"
"Exactly," Kiara replied. "Now, let's continue. There's much more to learn, and each object here has a different story to tell, a different lesson to impart."
They moved to the next item, a worn datapad. "Harry try psychometry with this"
Kiara handed Harry a worn datapad, its surface scratched and dented, evidence of its long history. Harry looked at it curiously, wondering what secrets it held.
"Go on, Harry. Use psychometry and see what you can uncover," Kiara encouraged.
Harry took a deep breath, steadying himself for another dive into the past. He reached out and placed his fingers on the datapad. Instantly, he was transported to a different time and place.
Images flashed before his eyes. He saw a bustling Jedi Temple, scholars and warriors moving about their business. The datapad was in the hands of a young Jedi, diligently recording information, and capturing moments of history and knowledge.
Harry saw the Jedi using the datapad in various settings: in the archives, during field missions, and even in quiet moments of reflection. It was a tool of learning, a companion in the journey of knowledge.
He witnessed the datapad being passed down through generations of Jedi, each adding their own experiences and wisdom to its digital pages. It was a living repository of the Order's history, a testament to their enduring quest for understanding.
Harry also sensed moments of urgency and crisis, the datapad being used to communicate vital information during times of conflict. It was a beacon of hope and guidance, providing strategies and support to those in need.
As he disconnected from the datapad, Harry felt a deep respect for the legacy of the Jedi. The memories within the device were not just historical records; they were stories of perseverance, learning, and the unquenchable thirst for knowledge.
"It's amazing," Harry said, looking at Kiara. "This datapad holds so much history, so much knowledge. It's like a bridge connecting the past and the present."
Kiara nodded, pleased with his insight. "Yes, Harry. Objects like this are more than just tools; they're symbols of our heritage. They remind us of where we come from and guide us towards where we're going."
Harry handed back the datapad, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "I understand now. Psychometry isn't just about seeing the past; it's about learning from it, about connecting with those who came before us."
"Exactly," Kiara agreed. "And with that understanding, you're ready to explore the next artifact. Remember, each one has its own story, its own lesson to teach."
Harry nodded, his eyes bright with curiosity and a newfound sense of responsibility. He approached the next artifact, a small, intricately carved Holocron. Its surfaces were etched with symbols and glyphs, hinting at the vast knowledge locked within.
Kiara observed him closely. "This Holocron contains a record of Bastilla Shan, and how she fell to the dark side."
Harry approached the Holocron with a mixture of reverence and curiosity. The artifact, small enough to fit in his palm, was beautifully crafted, its surface adorned with ancient symbols and glyphs. He could feel the weight of history in his hands, the legacy of countless Jedi who had come before him.
With a gentle touch, Harry activated the Holocron. It hummed to life, projecting a holographic image of Bastila Shan, a legendary Jedi whose story was both inspiring and cautionary. The Holocron began to narrate her tale, her voice echoing softly around the training grounds.
Bastila's story unfolded before Harry's eyes. He saw her as a young, talented Jedi, strong in the Force and confident in her abilities. Her skill with the Force was unmatched, particularly her mastery of Battle Meditation, a rare ability that could turn the tide of entire battles.
As the narrative progressed, Harry witnessed Bastila's struggles during the Jedi Civil War. Her determination to stop the Sith led her into numerous conflicts, her powers growing with each encounter. But with that growth came a creeping arrogance, a belief that she alone could end the war.
The Holocron showed the pivotal moment when Bastila was captured by the Sith. Instead of being defeated, she was swayed by the dark side, her mind twisted by Sith's teachings. Her fall from grace was tragic, a stark reminder of how even the strongest Jedi could be corrupted.
However, the story didn't end there. The Holocron detailed how Bastila, with the help of allies and her own inner strength, fought against the darkness that had enveloped her. It was a difficult journey, filled with self-doubt and guilt, but ultimately, Bastila reclaimed her place among the Jedi.
As the Holocron's light faded, Harry was left with a deep sense of understanding. Bastila's story was more than a tale of fall and redemption; it was a lesson in humility, the dangers of pride, and the importance of seeking help when needed.
Kiara, who had been watching Harry's reactions, spoke up. "Bastila's story is a powerful one. It reminds us that no one is immune to the temptations of the dark side, but also that redemption is possible. It's a lesson in vigilance and compassion, both for ourselves and for others."
Harry nodded, deeply moved by Bastila's journey. "It's a lesson I'll take to heart," he said. "The path of a Jedi is never easy, but it's worth every step."
"Indeed," Kiara replied. "Now two things, first I want you to meditate on what you have learned today. your final task of the day. This object is different. It's not about the past, but about potential. Your potential."
She handed him a small, unassuming box. "Inside this box is two kyber crystals. It's unattuned, waiting for a Jedi to claim it and forge their lightsaber. Today, Harry, you will begin the journey of building your own lightsaber."
"But am I ready?" asked Harry.
"your mentor, Master Satele Shan believes you are ready, to build your own lightsaber, I am only following her instructions to give you the crystals," said Kiara
Harry's eyes widened with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The opportunity to construct his own lightsabers was a significant milestone in a Jedi's journey, a symbol of maturity and understanding in the Force.
Kiara observed his reaction with a knowing smile. "Building a lightsaber is not just a physical task, Harry. It's a deeply personal and spiritual journey. The kyber crystals within that box will resonate with you, connecting to your essence in the Force."
Harry gingerly opened the box, revealing two kyber crystals. They were unremarkable in appearance, yet he could feel a subtle energy emanating from them. He picked them up, and an immediate connection formed as if the crystals recognized him.
"These crystals, they feel... alive," Harry murmured, awestruck.
"They are, in a way," Kiara explained. "Kyber crystals are attuned to the Force. They'll take on a colour once you've bonded with them, reflecting your spirit and your connection to the Force."
Harry held the crystals in his palms, closing his eyes to meditate. He reached out with his feelings, sensing the light within the crystals, their potential to become instruments of peace and justice.
As he focused, the crystals began to glow faintly, responding to his touch. Harry could feel their energy intertwining with his own, a harmonious dance of light and life.
After a few moments, he opened his eyes, looking down at the crystals in wonder. They had taken on a distinct hue, one glowing a deep purple, the other a light cyan.
"The colors..." Harry began. "What do they mean?"
"The colours of a kyber crystal are a reflection of the Jedi who bond with them," Kiara explained. "Purple is rare, symbolizing a balance between the light and dark sides of the Force. It's often associated with those who possess both a strong moral compass and a willingness to confront the shadows. Cyan, on the other hand, represents the qualities of both a green and a blue lightsaber."
The eleven-year-old boy looked at Kiara curiously, "And what are those qualities?"
"The qualities of a cyan lightsaber, a blend of blue and green, represent a Jedi's proficiency in both combat and the Force," Kiara explained. "Blue is traditionally associated with Jedi who are skilled in lightsaber combat, often taking on the role of protectors or warriors. Green, on the other hand, symbolizes a strong connection to the Force, particularly in understanding its deeper mysteries and aspects related to insight and intuition."
Harry nodded, absorbing the information. "So, cyan suggests a balance between physical skill and spiritual understanding," he surmised.
"Exactly," Kiara affirmed. "It shows that you have the potential to excel in both aspects of being a Jedi. Your journey will be one of continuous growth, both as a warrior and as a sage."
Harry's gaze returned to the purple crystal. "And the purple one?"
"Ah, the purple crystal," Kiara said with a hint of admiration. "It's quite rare and special. It's often seen in Jedi who are unafraid to walk closer to the edge of the light and dark sides, understanding both but not succumbing to the darkness. These Jedi are fiercely independent and often follow their own moral code, which, while aligned with the Jedi principles, can sometimes be unconventional."
Harry contemplated the significance of the colours, feeling a sense of pride and responsibility. "So, I have a path of balance and understanding ahead of me," he said thoughtfully.
"Yes, Harry," Kiara replied. "Your lightsaber colours reflect your unique path and destiny within the Jedi Order. Embrace these qualities, and they will serve you well. Now I know you use dual lightsabers, but what kind of lightsaber do you want?"
Harry spotted his twin sister, Iris, in a far corner of the library. She had her back to him, carefully sifting through a towering stack of books and scrolls.
"What are you looking for Iri?" he asked as he stepped up behind her.
She spun around with a book clasped tightly in her hands and smiled up at him. "Just doing some research," she said, holding up the thick volume. "I'm trying to find out designs for my lightsaber."
Harry's eyes widened as he remembered their conversation from earlier that week - when he'd finally gotten his own Kyber crystals. "Wait you got your Kyber crystals yesterday as well?"
Iris let out an excited laugh and opened her hand; two shimmering stones glinted up at them - one cyan and one purple. His eyes smouldered as he took in the sight of them, grief burning deep within him.
"Yes," said Iris softly, shutting her fist over the crystals once more, "I don't know how I got the purple crystal as I am not morally ambiguous like you are."
"What exactly are you looking for?" asked Harry, gesturing to the book in her hands.
"I'm looking for a lightsaber that is modular," Iris explained, "as you know I prefer a lightstaff, so what I am searching for is a lightsaber that can break apart into two separate lightsabers."
Harry nodded, understanding crossing his face. "I haven't looked into lightsaber designs yet," he replied. "That's why I'm here while my master is on a solo mission."
Iris smiled at him encouragingly. "You can always join me in researching designs," she offered.
He couldn't help but smirk at her enthusiastic suggestion. "Okay little sister," he said teasingly.
"We're twins," Iris retorted with mock indignation, "and I'm older!"
"By mere minutes" retorted Harry grabbing a seat next to Iris. "You know we have the same lightsaber crystals, right?"
Harry's comment seemed to pique Iris's interest. "Really?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "That's so fascinating! It's like the Force is guiding us to similar paths."
Harry nodded, his expression turning thoughtful. "Yeah, it's strange. But it makes sense, doesn't it? We've always been connected in a way that's hard to explain."
Iris leaned back in her chair, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as she contemplated. "It's more than just being twins. It feels like the Force has a plan for us, something bigger than we can imagine."
"Agreed," Harry said, flipping through a book on ancient Jedi lore. "Maybe our crystals are a sign. A way for the Force to communicate its will."
Harry reached across the table, bumping her fist with his own in agreement. He placed a stack of blueprint paper in front of them. "Care to show me what you have so far then we can go from there."
Iris's eyes lit up with excitement as she unrolled a large sheet of paper covered in detailed sketches and notes. The designs depicted a unique lightsaber, unlike any traditional model Harry had seen in his studies. It featured a sleek, elongated hilt with intricate carvings and two distinct emitters on either end.
"This is my initial concept," Iris began, pointing to the sketches. "The idea is that the hilt can be split in the middle, allowing it to function as two separate lightsabers or combined as a lightstaff."
Harry leaned in, intrigued by her innovative design. "That's brilliant, Iri. But how will you manage the energy flow when it's split? Traditional lightsabers are designed for a single crystal and blade."
Iris tapped a section of the blueprint where she had outlined a complex mechanism. "I've been studying ancient Jedi and Sith artifacts. I found references to a modular energy channelling system. It's complex, but I think I can modify it to work with our Kyber crystals."
Harry's admiration for his sister grew. Her ability to blend creativity with technical skill never ceased to amaze him. "So, each half will be powered by one of your crystals? The cyan and purple?"
"Exactly," Iris confirmed. "The cyan crystal will power one blade, and the purple one will power the other. When combined, they'll work in harmony, just like us."
Their conversation was interrupted as a librarian approached, carrying a stack of old tomes. "I found these in the restricted section," the librarian said, placing the books on the table. "They contain lost knowledge about advanced lightsaber techniques and designs. Thought they might help."
Harry nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. "That means each blade could have different properties, right? Cyan for more agility, purple for raw power?"
"Exactly," Iris replied with enthusiasm. "I want to harness the unique properties of each crystal. The cyan is known for its connection to the Jedi Consular, emphasizing wisdom and defence. The purple, rare and associated with those who straddle the light and dark sides, offers a more aggressive and unpredictable style."
Harry was impressed. "That's a perfect combination for you. It reflects your balanced approach to the Force."
Iris smiled, her eyes shining with passion. "And think about it, Harry. When we fight side by side, our lightsabers could complement each other's styles. Your lightsaber, with its own unique properties, and mine, with this dual nature."
Harry looked at the blueprints more closely. "I see you've also included some sort of locking mechanism for when it's in staff mode?"
"Yes," Iris pointed to a section of the blueprint. "This is a magnetic locking system. It'll ensure that the staff remains stable when in use. But with a simple gesture, it can be released into two separate sabres. and if it is hit with a lightsaber or vibroblade it will automatically release preventing it from braking"
Harry's eyes followed Iris's explanation; his curiosity piqued. "That's a smart safety feature. It adds versatility and surprise elements in combat."
Iris nodded, her fingers tracing the blueprints. "I also want to incorporate some ancient symbols into the design. Symbols that represent our journey and connection to the Force."
"That could be a great way to personalize it," Harry agreed. "Maybe we could find some symbols in these old tomes. what about making it a second magical focus so it would act like a second wand? it will give you an advantage as you won't have to pull out your wand all the time."
Harry suggested thoughtfully, "That's a clever idea. It would make you more versatile in combat, especially against opponents who aren't expecting magical attacks."
Iris's eyes sparkled with excitement at the prospect. "Yes, and it would be a unique blend of our two worlds – the Force and magic. I could channel spells through the lightsaber, just like a wand."
Harry nodded, his mind already racing with the technical challenges. "We'll need to incorporate some conductive materials into the hilt, something that can channel magical energy as well as the Force."
Iris ran her fingers over the dusty pages of an ancient tome and suggested, "Maybe we can use some rare metals or crystals that are known to conduct magical energy."
A familiar feminine voice echoed through the library, stopping Iris in her tracks. She turned around to find Master Silandra Comoran standing behind them with a sage-like expression on her face, carrying a stack of tomes with care.
"You won't find it in those tomes padawans," said Silandra softly, as she set the books down on the table. "You will find it in these."
The books Silandra placed on the table were old, their covers worn and pages yellowed with age. They radiated an aura of ancient wisdom, the kind that only comes from centuries of preservation and study.
"Thank you, Master Comoran," Iris said respectfully, her eyes wide with awe as she looked at the new collection of books.
Silandra nodded, her eyes twinkling. "These are from the deepest archives of the Jedi Order, containing knowledge about the Force that has been lost to many. They should provide insight into combining your Jedi training with your unique magical abilities."
Harry and Iris exchanged excited glances before turning their attention to the books. Each tome was filled with intricate diagrams, cryptic texts, and detailed descriptions of lost Force techniques and magical theories.
As they delved into the books, Harry said thoughtfully, "Maybe we can find a way to infuse the hilt of your lightsaber with a magical core. Something that allows it to channel both the Force and magic seamlessly."
Iris nodded enthusiastically. "And if we can align the magical core with the Kyber crystals, it could amplify both our Force and magical abilities."
Master Silandra Comoran observed them with a satisfied smile. "Remember, the key is balance. Your lightsaber should not only be a weapon but a symbol of your connection to the Force and your magical heritage. What if you use a crystal that resonates with both the Force and magic? Like a Heartstone, known for its ability to amplify magical energy."
Iris's eyes lit up. "That's brilliant! A Heartstone could act as a bridge between the Kyber crystals and the magical core."
Harry looked thoughtful. "But we'll need to be careful. Combining such powerful elements could be dangerous. We'll need to conduct thorough tests and simulations."
"Well I am going to leave you kids to continue on your own I can't provide any more help than I already have" said Silandra as she walked away.
As Master Silandra Comoran left them with her parting wisdom, Iris and Harry turned their attention back to the blueprints and ancient tomes. They were engrossed in a world of possibilities, each more exciting than the last.
"We'll need to be meticulous with the design," Harry said, his eyes scanning the diagrams. "The integration of a Heartstone with Kyber crystals is uncharted territory."
Iris nodded, her mind racing with ideas. "We should start with small-scale models. Experiment with different configurations and see how the materials interact."
"Good idea," Harry agreed. "We can use the training rooms to test the prototypes. Safety first, especially with something this experimental."
Iris's enthusiasm was palpable as she sketched out their next steps. "We can start by gathering all the necessary materials: Kyber crystals, a Heartstone, and the conductive metals for the magical core."
As Iris and Harry dove deeper into their research, they discussed the technical aspects of their ambitious project. "The Heartstone will need to be precisely calibrated to work in tandem with the Kyber crystals," Iris said, her fingers tracing lines on a diagram. "It's crucial that they resonate at the same frequency to avoid any instability."
Harry nodded, his mind racing with calculations. "We'll need to create a resonance chamber within the hilt. That way, the Heartstone's energy can harmonize with the Kyber crystals without overwhelming them."
Iris looked up from her sketches. "And what about the magical core? How will we integrate that into the design?"
Harry tapped a section of the blueprint. "We could embed the core along the length of the hilt. That would allow for an even distribution of magical energy and ensure that the lightsaber remains balanced."
Iris's eyes sparkled with inspiration. "And if we align the core with specific conductive channels, it could enhance the flow of magical energy, allowing for more precise and powerful spellcasting."
"That's a great idea," Harry agreed. "But we'll need to be careful with the materials we choose. They need to be durable enough to withstand both the Force and magical energies."
Iris nodded, her gaze fixed on the ancient tomes. "There might be some forgotten alloys or materials mentioned in these texts. Something that ancient Jedi or Sith used that we can repurpose."
As they continued their brainstorming, Harry suddenly paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. "What if we incorporate a failsafe mechanism? Something that would deactivate the lightsaber if the energy levels become unstable."
Iris considered the suggestion. "A safety feature like that could be vital, especially during intense combat situations. It would prevent any potential accidents."
"Definitely," Harry replied, his eyes scanning a detailed schematic. "We could integrate a sensor array within the hilt that monitors the energy flow. If it detects any anomalies or fluctuations beyond a safe threshold, it will automatically shut down the lightsaber."
Iris nodded in agreement. "That's smart. We need to ensure our creation is not only powerful but also safe. Let's add that to our design."
The twins spent the next few hours engrossed in their work, discussing each aspect of their design with enthusiasm and attention to detail. They sketched out revised blueprints, incorporating the new ideas and safety features.
As they worked, Iris's expression turned contemplative. "Harry, do you ever wonder about the implications of what we're doing? Combining Jedi and magical knowledge like this... it's groundbreaking."
Harry looked up from his notes. "I do think about it. We're venturing into uncharted territory, blending two incredibly powerful forces. It's a huge responsibility."
Iris sighed, a hint of concern in her eyes. "But it's also exciting, right? We're creating something new, something that could change how we understand the Force and magic."
Harry smiled, his optimism returning. "Yeah, it is exciting. We're pioneers, Iris. And who knows? Maybe our work will inspire others to explore new possibilities."
As the sun began to set outside the library windows, Iris and Harry packed up their research. They had made significant progress, but there was still much to do.
"We'll continue tomorrow," Iris said, rolling up the blueprints. "I can't wait to see where this leads us."
A/N: Read and review I read and try to reply to every review.
Action in this fic will return soon.