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11.12.2012 , 12:01 AM |
Promt: Seasons (Winter)
This is the first story, till I come up with something for the other seasons
This occurs a bit after the end of the consular story line and, obviously, years before "Solitude". I thought about having a guest appearance form Satele Shan but due to the recent thread about her and a certain Sith, I decided against it. (Some of you may know which thread I am referring to
Xareen'alay was pacing up and down the room in the jedi temple waiting for the council to decide on her fate. She knew they would have something to say about her, about her decisions and, above all, about her daughters. She did not like being left aside, not knowing what they were discussing about but what troubled her the most was the idea of not being able to defend herself.
She was asked to state her case and to provide insight on what had happened. She told them the truth: she had fallen in love and she got pregnant and, although becoming pregnant was not necessarily a crime for a jedi, loving someone certainly seemed to be one. And that scared her because she was sure they were going to take her daughters from her.
Nothing is stronger that the love of a mother for her children and it is that same love that would be the cause of such severance: the jedi could not and would not allow her to grow even more attached than she already was.
The thought of leaving, running away, taking her daughters with her, had crossed her mind but she decided against it. She would stand trial and she would stay until she had heard their final decision as It was not like her to run away. Also, she considered that it would be better to know for sure rather than run forever.
As her thoughts raced, Master Yuon Par entered the room.
“Xar” she said before taking a moment to breathe in as if considering how to deliver the verdict.
“They are taking them away from me, aren't they?” Xareen'alay said, already knowing the answer. She did not care about her own future within the jedi order, none of that mattered, her only concern were here children.
“I am sorry, Xar.”
“They cannot stay here, for your own good...”
Xareen'alay whipped around “Do not tell me that it is for my own good, Master Par!!” she shouted
“Please, Xar. Do not make this more difficult than it already is” Yuon Par replied, obviously affected by the situation. “You daughters will be looked after. It is better this way.”
“Better? How is it better?”
“Do not forget who you are and what you have become, Xar.”
Xareen'alay stood in silence, staring at her former mentor for a long moment before continuing “Because I am a jedi, isn't it? I have given much to this order and yet, they want more.” she paused once more. Yuon Par did not interject, unable to find the words that could, somehow, help her former student.
“So be it” Xareen'alay said, breaking the uneasy silence “I accept such decision. But not because of the council.” she shook her head “I would rather know that my daughters are safe, elsewhere, rather that seeing them grow up in a prison. I do not wish for them to know what kind of shackles the jedi put on people, all the while pretending that they are in the right. I do not want them to know what kind of misery the jedi can cause”
With a last hard, accusing stare to her former master, she stormed out of the room. She felt cold, just as she had died, inside.
EDIT: Added another.
Prompt: Seasons (Summer)
Feat. Xareen'alay and Taren
Taren is my JK who is still very much a baby since he's only level 8 in game. As you can imagine, I have no idea about the JK story line and so, I only featured him because the action takes place on Tython. It takes place a few years after Seasons (Winter).
Taren is very much of a hot head by Jedi standards
Xareen'alay stood in the courtyard of the jedi temple waiting for Taren to show up. His message had been cryptic at best. He was a bit strange at times but in a good way and she was wondering what could be so important.
She did not have to wait long for him to appear. He approached her quietly, his arms folded in the large sleeves of his robes. As he reached her, he raised an eyebrow and stood still, just looking at her.
Xareen'alay frowned “What?”
“Take a walk with me” he replied. She shrugged and they both began to walk down one of the paths leading away from the temple.
“So, to what do I owe this honor?” she said in an amused tone
“I have found one of your daughters” he replied with a smile “The one with red hair. What's her name again?”
She stopped suddenly, not believing what he had just said “Are you sure?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper.
“I am sure. She looked like a very much younger you. Not that I am fully aware of what you looked like when you were her age but the resemblance is noticeable”
Her face brightened as she felt her heart soar “How is she?”
“She's fine” he said while looking around “Shall we continue?” he added while motioning towards the path.
“There is something that I wanted you to consider” he said, keeping his gaze forward “She is strong in the force.”
“Is she?” she asked eagerly “Has she shown signs? Has she manifested it yet?”
“Not that I am aware but it is possible to feel it. To tell you the truth, she seems to be having a very normal childhood”
“You do not know what this means to me, Taren” she replied, no longer feeling oppressed by the constant weight she had been carrying within her.
“I may not know the full extent and that is why I would like you to consider what I am about to say very carefully”. He stopped and turned to face her, a serious look crossing his visage.
Xareen'alay knew that Taren was, at times, known for his less than orthodox ideas but, at that specific moment, none of that really mattered “What exactly do you have in mind?” she asked suspiciously.
He bit his lower lip, pondering on his next words but he was no orator and so decided to just say what he had in mind “I could take her as my padawan once she reaches an older age.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief “You want to do what?”
“Think about it Xar. You would be able to see her again”
She turned away, mixed feelings swirling in her heart. Knowing that she would be close to her again was almost overwhelming but, at the same time, she did not want her daughter to go through what she had been through. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the idea sink in. Then, she slowly turned to face her friend “What about the council, Taren?”
“Do not worry about them” he replied “I could have simply stumbled upon her and, since she has a connection to the force, I could just say that I would like to train her” he said, answering a question that had not been asked.
“How do you even know where she is living now?” she asked but seeing a smile creep up on his face, she continued “No. Don't tell me. I do not want to know.”
“Think about it Xar. Your daughter, here, on Tython.” he continued
She sighed, feeling once more that same weight that had been with her for so long “The council won't allow it. They know who she is”
“Do you want her here, Xar?” he asked
“It's not what I want that matters, Taren. It's what they want”
“Seriously?” he said, frowning “I do not give a bantha's backside about what
want. They spend all of their time discussing on what's right or wrong, what is good or bad, what you need to wear, what you need to eat, what you need to say, what you need to do. It is strange that they have not yet declared how to relieve yourself in case you may have had too much to eat or drink. But, of course, they wouldn't know what it means to eat or drink too much since it's not the
. Everything is a big taboo with them.” he paused, catching his breath “Who knows what they might be thinking right now if they saw us walking together towards the woods. I'm pretty sure they would be considering sending padawans to check if we are making mating calls”
“That is what got you into trouble more than once” she replied, with a smile
“Hey, I'm still here so, I guess they still need me. But...” he paused “back to the main topic. They will not say no, knowing that your daughter is strong in the force. They will not want her to be found by the Sith. I can use this argument to tip the balance in your favour.”
She looked at him with a smile “I can only hope that your strength will open their eyes”
Hope. For once in a long while, hope had surfaced once more and it was all she could ask for.