Of Days Long Past:
Help The Helpless.
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By Emparra
Disclaimer:
I don't own it, therefore Fanfiction!
When the Jedi came before, there was a hush. A sigh. Relief. The Jedi bring peace.
"We come to serve."
When the Jedi come now, there is a hush. A gasp. Dread. The Jedi mourn for peace. Hunters bay for their blood.
"I'm so sorry."
They cannot help anymore, and they often die trying. Turmoil follows them like a plague; damned by their training, their kindness, their devotion to service, hunted to the ends of the galaxy. Jedi are shunned, reviled — they still stoop to give aid to the lowest of the low.
Brilliant, beautiful, bright— they stand out everywhere they go, through their muddy-colored robes, through the plainclothes they hide in, the regional garb they adopt. The people mourn in secret for the help that came once upon a time, for these damned creatures that journeyed across the galaxy to speak peace and help the oppressed.
Who is there to help the fallen worlds now, when the great Order of servants are hunted to extinction?
Who is there among the impotent people that can help the ones that have escaped death thus far?
How does one help someone who was once the only being that could help the low people and the common folk?
"Psst! Hey, Jedi right? Hide in here!"
Finess.