Chapter 1:
A large blue drape hangs from above a pair of large stone grey doors. The night sky rests on the drape reflecting the emblem imprinted on it. A Jedi symbol is etched in white, the wording underneath reads; ‘The Order of the Force’.
The drape doesn’t move in the calm night, acting as a portrayal of the temple it decorates. It’s a humid night at this temple, a neighboring village showing the distant memory of a sandstorm. The humidity is uncomfortable, feeling almost the same as if the sun were still raised in the sky but still the Jedi within the walls have managed to fall asleep.
Not everyone is asleep on this night. One man stands alone outside of the temple; sitting on the top of many steps is leading into the enclave.
His head in his hands, his blonde hair in between his fingers, he sits shaking on the steps, sobbing with his whole body. His blue eyes bloodshot from the crying the tears fall off his face hitting the ground like raindrops.
He slowly begins pulling himself together and rises to his feet, the sobs turn into a fit of laughter almost instantly. He un-hilts his saber from his belt and turns around facing the temple, his eyes fixated on the blue drape. The tears from his eyes seem to change from sadness to anger.
He mutters something under his breath and begins walking towards the stone doors, saber clenched in his hand. Pushing the doors open he walks down the Entrance Hall, the blue carpet under his feet leading his way towards the Main Hall.
The pillars around him begin to buckle as he walks past them; parts of the ceiling begin to collapse to the ground. The enclave begins to rumble and shake, but the man seems not to notice, or simply not to care.
The man stops for a minute to stare at the figure standing in front of the Main Hall doors. A cloaked figure standing in his way, saber drawn, ready to fight.
The man looks to the floor with a smile before looking back to the ominous figure in front of him. His eyes have changed from the blue they were to a sickening shade of yellow shaded with red.
Igniting his saber he begins into a dead run at the figure in front of the door. It ignites its long blue blade and prepares itself for the battle.
’I’ll kill you!’ the man screams as his saber comes down on the head of the figure.
Christopher Grim bolts up from his bed waking up in a cold sweat. He looks around his small room, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, the silhouettes of his desk comes into view.
He pulls his feet off his bed and stands slowly rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. This nightmare has consumed his life for the past week. Every night without fail he was back in front of the Order of the Force enclave, with the blonde Jedi.
He walks to his desk and turns on a small reading lamp sitting on it. He opens up a small diary that had been sitting closed on it.
The diary had been passed along to him from Knight Zunin after Padawan Asheron had given it to him. Asheron had received it from a man he could best describe as “tall and hooded”, which made many uneasy about giving Chris the book.
After much deliberation Knight Zunin decided not to look inside, feeling that the contents of the book were only meant for his Padawan, but, still the question of why it had been delivered at all remained.
The cover read “The diary of M.K.B”, the sides were tattered and the book looked worn. The pages were beginning to fade but the writing was still visible.
His life had revolved around this book, the tales of a female Jedi who’d lived in a enclave known as “The Order of the Force”.
Every attempt to research such a building had failed, but, there it was in his dreams every night. It was like the enclave never existed, like it was only a figment of his imagination. Yet, every morning when he woke from his nightmare he’d read about the women who had lived there.
Chris can't help but wonder what the dreams mean, but, knows who the man in them is. Not by name, but by description. He was, to the best of Chris’ knowledge, a Jedi Knight from the clan. The journal describes him as being a child in a mans body. Tall with blond hair, known as much for hsi ability for training some really talented saberists as his temper and knack for finding himself in dangerous situations.
The women wrote as if she sort of admired him for his bravery, but detested him for his lack of responsibility.
As many nightmares as this book seemed to be causing him, he still spend every moment outside of training reading the book. Every word, every letter, combing it for some detail that might say who the writer, the man, or anyone else was.
Why was he dreaming about this guy? Who was he? Who was the women? Where is this clan? All these questions swim inside of Chris' head as he turns to the entry dated the 15th day of the 1st month 14 years ago.
"One of our more talented Padawan's is being sent to an enclave on a distant planet. The Council has decided not to let anyone know which planet saying that he needs to train without interference from us.
He is such a talented child. He's been trained by some great Jedi Knights, including our best saberist so I know he will be great, but still I’m worried about him.
I don’t know if he is ready to be sent to another enclave just yet, so far away from his family and everyone he’s grown up with. He’s only 13-years-old and far from ready to take on the serious training of a school like this.
The Council on the other hand seems assured he will be fine, saying that he is going to be far ahead of anyone there.
I guess that eases my mind slightly, but, he is still so young. I hope he can handle the strain.”
Chris closes the book at the sound of a knock at his door. He stands and walks to the door opening it to find a tall man with white and silver hair looking down at him.
’Jedi Chris, Master Menelaos has asked me to come and get you. He wishes to see you in the Council Chambers.’
