《To be lucky》 Prologue: Death is just the beginning Have you ever thought about how everything began? How we came to be? How existence started? Well in the beginning there was nothing. No god, no universe just nothing, not even time. In this nothing there was an impossibly low probability of something happening and because time didn¡¯t exist and as a result everything happend simultanously, causing something to inevitably happen. This something was the beginning of existence and consequently time. At least that¡¯s what I think. My name is Florian and I¡®m dead. At the moment this story begins I was dieing, courtesy of a boulder lying on the mass of flesh and bones that once was my lower body. It was¡¯t my fault at all, how was I supposed to know that I¡¯d be hit by a landside while I was out hiking? Lying there at the end of my short 19 years of life, wimpering in pain, I thought back. I was born into a normal german family, father engineer, mother nanny, as the youngest of three siblings. A normal life in a normal family, maybe being a little smarter than average and with a talent for music, about to enter university, all in all nothing special. My life wasn¡¯t bad but I always had the feeling of something missing, a feeling that I don¡¯t belong here. Harbouring this feeling I often imagined how life would be, had I been born in another world, in other circumstances, as a girl so on and so forth. As I felt the end aproaching I closed my eyes and waited. After a few seconds the pain just stopped. It didn¡¯t slowly fade away my body just suddenly stopped hurting. And I could move my legs again. Confused I opened my eyes to see nothing. Well nothing but an endless space of white streching in every direction and a blue window conveniently floating right in front of my face proclaiming:
Congratiulations, you are dead!
You have been chosen to participate in a special tournament as the champion of a single deity.
You may now choose, which deity you wish to compete for.
Continue?
yes no
I always believed in life after death. It isn¡¯t really logical or explainable, after all humans are just bags of flesh, blood, bones and a few organs with sparks of electricity serving as conciousness and means of communication within the body, but I never wanted to believe that after our life it would just be over. Wiped memory before rebirth maybe or ascending to heaven/descending to hell even. But the continued existence of the soul has always been something I believed in. Seemed like I had been right and this time I drew the star price. If we were to be champions, our memory wouldn¡¯t be wiped, which, for me, was almost as bad as an absolute end. I mean complete loss of memory and identity or complete loss of existence isn¡¯t that great of a difference. Without hesitating I clicked yes making another blue screen appear. This time it showed the different deities their domain and the spot for a champion:
Deity Characteristics Champion
Thor thunder/lightning/storms/oak trees/strength/protection of mankind/hallowing/fertility Dieter
Poseidon ocean/earthquakes/horses Jonathan
Luna moon awailable
Re sun Lee
Epona horses/ponies/donkeys/mules/fertility Daisy
... ... ...
The list contained thousands of names, the names of all deities known on earth and more not limited by just one pantheon or even one version. There were numerous ones of each deity. ?Seems like the multiverse theorie is hereby confirmed¡® I thought. I could even set the list in alphabetical order, limit it to one pantheon and by domain. The list of available deities dwindled fast until at last only one name remained. Just as I was about to choose it, the blue screen disappeared, just a moment before my finger touched the screen leaving me alone in an empty, white space with nothing to do and nothing to look at. I have to tell you, that¡¯s something really frightening. Suddenly about two meters in front of me a door appeared. Nothing fancy really just a normal door used commonly in modern buildings, the only difference being the fact it stood freely without anything to open to. It didn¡¯t really appear that strange to me, after all I was in a, for my human mind, inexplainable space it was only logical for inexplainable things to happen. Without much thought, wanting to escape this endless white space I rushed forward wanting to push the door open, but just as I touched the handle it was already moving down by itself and the door began to open. Unable to stop I ran right into the door opening it violently and loosing my balance in the process resulting with my body sprawled on the endless grey floor. While falling I heard a quiet gasp and the thud of another body hitting the floor. Looking up I saw the form of a woman lying on the floor, facing away from me. Her backside alone was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, what with her light, perfectly smooth skin, the hiplength shining white hair and her slender frame. My first reaction was being stunned. I mean normally you¡¯d think after dying you would be greeted by some great gates of heaven, an old man, the pits of hell, take your pick. I personally never expected meeting a woman whose appearence alone screamed goddess not mentioning the bright white and silver aura surrounding her.Stolen story; please report. Immediatly after that I was scared, the penalty of running into a goddess and knocking her over must be quite high indeed. Hoping her to be of forgiving temper, I jumped up and ran over to offer the goddess my help. Offering my hand though it was of course unworthy of touching such a divine being I bowed stuttering: ?I-I¡¯m so sorry, m-my lady, I-I wasn¡¯t watching m-my steps please let me help you up.¡° Looking up again this time into her face I was again stunned since this time I got a good look on her face and despite my believe of nothing being perfect in existence there is no other word to describe her face than perfect. She looked at me with her intense eyes of silver and extended her hand to touch mine sending shivers down my back while opening her smooth, light pink lips to answer: ?Why thank you, though it was my fault for making the door appear in front of you. I could have just appeared but I don¡¯t like too flashy entrances.¡° Her voice was quiet and melodic, tingling through my whole body making me feel like never before making me feel alive, ironic considering I was dead. That¡¯s when I realized I was in love. This new feeling, something I never felt before, I decided that I like it. Very much. After helping her up I tried not to stare too much at her absolutely perfect appearence while asking quietly: ?May I know why I was bestowed the honor of being in your presence, my lady?¡° Holding my breath not wanting anything to diminish the beauty of her voice I waited for her answer, receiving it in the form of a small pretty giggle which upturned her lips slightly followed by her answering my question with one of her own: ?Didn¡¯t you read the message screen about the tournament?¡° Remembering said screen I explained: ?I did indeed read the screen, but I thought since I didn¡¯t choose a ?patron deity¡® I wouldn¡¯t be participating.¡° With a gentle smile, ?a gorgeous gentle smile¡® I thought, she replied: ?Some people who did something special, like waiting until everyone else had chosen their patron deity or being lucky enough to be the first participant are entrusted to a special deity. It is nice to meet you. My name is Luna and you are my champion in this divine tournament.¡° Smiling at my luck I too introduced myself: ?My name is Florian and it is my absolute pleasure to be lucky enough to meet you, my lady. If your name is Luna, are you by any chance the Luna, the Roman goddess of the moon?¡° She once again smiled one of those smiles responding: ?Quite the charmer aren¡¯t you? You are only half correct, I am not the roman moon goddess, she was named after me. I am the goddess of moons, the night sky, stars, light, arts and purity. Little Luna, as I like to call her is one of my subordinates.¡° ?So you are like a chief goddess or queen goddess then, I am going to call you queen goddess Luna.¡° Laughing a silvery laugh she returns: ?That is quite nice of you but I would much prefer you just calling me Luna if you don¡¯t mind, I am not one for titles.¡° ?If it is really allright it would be an honor to me.¡° Giving me another bright smile she nodded and gave me the following explanation: ?Now that introductions are done I will explain the divine tournament to you. We deities have our own society, built in a hierarchical structure, at the bottom being demigods, spirits, monsters and a few other creatures ruled by gods, chief gods and primordials of their own panthenon. Beyond them are the ten so called royal gods to which as you so brightly discovered I belong. Our responsibility is to rule over the deities belonging to our aspects and regulate them. The second highest rank belongs to the conciousness of aspects themselves, meaning for example light, darkness, matter, energy, time and others. The highest position is held by the conciousness of existence itself, who is more or less like that one true god from the monotheistic religions of your world meaning it is allmighty, omnipresent, the incarnation of existence itself. There are rumors of there being a conciousness of non-existence too but I don¡¯t know if those are true. Now the reason for the divine tournament is that one of the aspects, time to be precise, has decided that its existence has lasted long enough. It declared its successor to be chosen by a tournament between all deities of the rank god and above, of course excluding the aspects and existence. Since it would be totally unfair for the lower ranked deities it was decided to let each deity have a champion to fight for them. The champions have a certain amount of time to prepare for the tournament. We are not allowed to tell you the amount of time you have, but it will be longer then a lifetime meaning you will be reincarnated into a different world in the event of your death. You will have the assistance of a gamer system, that doesn¡¯t accelerate your growth too much but keeps a record of your stats and levels. In the end of the preperation time all of your stats and abilities from all of your lifes will be added together in order to fight in the tournament. The winner of the tournament will be rewarded with the position of his or her patron deity, the top ten champions each get a reward that will be decided then and there.¡° I was silent for a little. It was hard to imagine being part of something so big and listening to her voice for so long kind of resulted in a trance on my side. After getting myself together I asked the most important question I could think of first: ?Will I be able to see you?¡° She looked at me for a moment, dumbfounded and broke into a giggle: ?That¡¯s the first question you have? You must really like me if you can¡¯t take it not to see me after such a short time of knowing me.¡° She ended with an enchanting, teasing smile that broke some kind of dam inside me. Blushing I burst out: ?It¡¯s not my fault that you¡¯re so nice and beautiful that I fell in love at first sight with you!¡° My voice seemed to bouce around the empty space changing her teasing smile into a surprised expression. ?Wait did I say that out loud just now? I¡¯m so stupid she¡¯ll never accept me stupid, stupid, stupid¡® Slowly Luna¡¯s face morphed back into her gentle, caring and oh so gorgeous smile sending my mind for a loop as she slowly approached brushing her lips at my cheek before stepping back a little while her face got serious. I on the other side went into a little shock at her show of affection. It¡¯s the first time a girl kissed me, regardless how short and light it was, of course it too was the first time I confessed my love to somebody, not surprising since she was the only one I ever had such an emotion for. I once again registered her lips parting, stating: ?It seems to me you are genuinly feeling that way. To answer your question: Yes you may see me. When you go to sleep the system will give you the option of going to the so called champions lobby where you and other champions have the chance to socialize, brag, duel basically do whatever you like together with the other champions, of course there are a few rules, you will learn those the first time you enter the lobby. You may also go to your own room in the deities realm where you can do whatever you want to without anybody supervising you. It¡¯s your most private place in existence. The third option is to visit me in my residence. That option is supposed to be used to get advice of your patron, of course it doesn¡¯t hinder us to do other things. To access the system when you are wake, you need to state whatever you want it to do, for example ?inventory¡® or ?menu¡®.¡° All of that was pretty interesting but not what I wanted to know at the moment. Opening my mouth to ask she stopped me by putting her finger on my lips, again sending a shiver through my whole body and continued: ?Wether or not I will return your feelings will remain to be seen, I don¡¯t want to make any hasty decisions though for now you are quite high in my regard but if I will love you is something you¡¯ll have to find out in the future. First I want to concentrate on giving you a smooth start into your preperation phase, of course only if you accept participting in the tournament.¡° Happiness. That was the emotion ruling my body in that moment. She didn¡¯t reject me. Well she didn¡¯t say she loved me either but there is a chance she will. Beaming I declared: ?Of course I will participate, if I didn¡¯t, I wouldn¡¯t be able to help you or even see you again!¡° ?That¡¯s good to hear. Now the 10 champions chosen by the royal gods do have some benefits. You will be able to choose a few specifications for your first life, and you will be able to make a few improvements to your soul, you can ask for improvements and I will grant them, but if you ask for too many or too big improvements, your preperation time will be reduced. I am not allowed to tell you, when the limit is reached or if a favor is too big for you to spend.¡° She explained smiling. I contemplated on what would help me in my life regardless of where I would go and presented my choices to her. When I was finished she turned around and opened a portal of swirling colours spiraling around a softly white glowing core. ?I think it is time for you to go on to your second life. You can come visit me whenever your body is asleep, I will await you. Do your best and good luck with the draw!¡° she sung. I walked into the portal and turned taking her appearance in one last time with my first set of eyes and said: ?See you soon¡° The next thing I knew was, that I couldn¡¯t see,
Hello everyone, my name is Pixulior and this is my first fiction ever, hope you like it. As an avid reader of webfictions,I always hate to read long and drawn out author notesat the beginningand the end of the chapter. Therefore I will label anythingimportant as IMPORTANT and everything not importantas NOT IMPORTANT. IMPORTANT I will update whenever I feel like a chapter is ready, I can''t guaranteea steady update pace and since I just started university I don''t know how much I''ll be able to write. I will demand one thing and one thing only from you: If you flame, flame with reason. For example nothing like ''Your story is the worst'' , more like ''You''re story is the worst because you''re characters are too ...''. I will introduce myself at not important. NOT IMPORTANT Well as you already know my name is Pixulior. I am 19 years old and just began studying at a university for music (studying to be a teacher). As my second subject I''m studying english, so this is also a chance to improve myself, construcive criticism is appreciated. I was born, raised and I still live in Germany so please don''t butcher me should my grammar or spelling be incorrect. My hobbies are playing the violin and the piano, singing, acting, reading, watching any series or movie that interests me at the moment, sometimes gaming and all in all being lazy. If you have any questions, just write them in the comments. Oh and IMPORTANT if somebody perchance were to come upon a fitting cover art, just send it to me. Well that''s all for now. Bye!! Chapter 1: This is how it began The next thing I knew was, that I couldn¡¯t see, for now at least. One of my requests had after all been, to be able to use all my senses. That may seem like a useless request at first, but being reincarnated didn¡¯t meen I would be reincarnated with a perfect body and in order to win this tournament I needed all my senses to work perfectly. The reason I couldn¡¯t see was, that my eyes weren¡¯t ready yet. I started right at the beginning, inside the womb of my new mother. It had to be a womb since I requested to be born with humanoid body. That¡¯s the only kind of body I understood and knew how to use, learning to use a new kind of body would cost time, besides, being born as an animal would probably put a harsh penalty on intelligence. That said I didn¡¯t know how long it would be until my birth, but in the end it didn¡¯t matter. I would be able to improve my chances and strength even before birth. Of course I wouldn¡¯t be able to do something physical, but I could at least try meditation. If deities and afterlife existed, supernatural powers should have existed too and to find and awaken my powers, only if my body was able to use them of course, I would need meditation. Most if not all fiction in my homeworld agreed that the two best ways to awaken innate supernatural powers on your own were meditation and strong emotions in stressfull situations. Of course awakening with outside help was the easiest, fastest and most importantly safest way but I didn¡¯t have access to that in my mothers womb. Situations that resulted in strong emotions were also kind of hard to come by so meditation it was. I never did meditate in my first life. I played with the thought and I read about it, but in the end I had never tried it before. There were multiple kinds of meditation, like chakra meditation or meditation through reciting a mantra, but I didn¡¯t know how to do those exactly so I would use the method that was simplest to understand: clearing the mind of any thoughts. And so I began, trying to meditate, trying to not think of anything. If you ever tried you would know that not thinking of anything is very hard and frustrating especially because thinking of not thinking anything is also thinking.Stolen novel; please report. I tried and tried for how long I didn¡¯t know, I didn¡¯t have a way to check the time in there after all, until suddenly I felt serene. The feeling of thinking nothing, inner peace, is indescribable. You¡¯d have to feel it yourself to understand it. All I knew is, that I felt better than before like I had advanced a step in my existence. After a little while in this state of serenity I felt it. This time it wasn¡¯t suddenly, it was gradual. I felt like there was a great river rushing through my veins, it didn¡¯t feel like it was only within me, it felt like a connection between me, my mother and everything outside. It didn¡¯t feel containable or controllable, but I felt like I was able to guide its flow even if only a little. I already had a suspicion what exactly this flow of energy was, I just needed to confirm it and for that I would need to be born first. In the time following my success I continued to meditate and feel the energy, getting better at it, over time even guiding it to manipulate objects outside my mothers body. I did try to sleep too, but wasn¡¯t able to so I dedicated every moment I had to improving my capabilities in feeling and manipulating the energy. Then one day, it had gotten cramped in here lately, I felt something around my body burst, the walls around me started to squeeze me into one direction. I was being born. After awhile of squeezing and wiggling I felt cold air hit my head, I tried to keep my eyes open, but a bright light hit me, my body automtically reacted with a wail and I had to close my eyes the moment the light burned them. I heard the cries of a woman and the voice of a man, encouraging who I guessed was my mother to continue to push. When my body finally was completely outside my mother I again heard the voice of the man proclaiming: ?Crongratiulations, dear, it¡¯s a girl!¡° Yes I requested to be born as a girl. I had already lived a life as a guy, now I wanted to know what it¡¯s like to be a girl.
Hi everyone, here is the second chapter. To be honest it had already been more or less finished when I uploaded the first chapter, but I was unsure of it''s quality. Now I just uploaded it. IMPORTANT This chapter is much shorter then the first one, the reason for that is a lttle wording game for the chapter titles I came up with, so the next few chapters will all be rather short but updated rapidly, I hope you like it (the game). I already have the next chapters mostly ready and may upload another today. NOT IMPORTANT Right now I can''t think of anything to write here so Ijust won''t write anything, just putting this here for completion. I first wanted to ask you to guess, what kind of power the MC will get, but I think I made it a little too obvious for that to be challenging, and besides there probably won''t be any comments about that before the release of he next chapter, so it''s pretty much pointless. Huh, guess I did write something at NOT IMPORTANT. Whatever, I hope you liked the chapter. Bye Chapter 2: This is still how it began When my body finally was completely out of my mother I again heard the voice of the man procliming: ?Congratiulations, dear, it¡¯s a girl!¡° Yes I requested to be born as a girl. I had already lived a life as a guy, now I wanted to know what it¡¯s like to be a girl. But dear? It seemed like the one delivering me was my father, meaning my father must have been a doctor. I felt something soft and warm being wrapped around me before I was laid on something really comfortable, must have been mother. I felt a strong hunger and knew what would come next. Like I suspected the next moment something squishy was shoved into my mouth and by reflex I began sucking, being rewarded with sweet, warm milk filling up my stomach. A little delayed I realized, that my parents where speaking english, seemed like the saying was right, english really is the universal language. During my meal I heard my mothers concerned exclamation: ?She¡¯s a nekomata! We won¡¯t be able to raise her on cathar.¡° Being a Nekomata would have its advantages, better sense of hearing, smelling and even nightvision for example and they were ?It¡¯s we now¡® I thought, we were damn cute. ?There must be a way, we can¡¯t leave cathar, we won¡¯t be able to care for her while being hunted by just about every single law enforcing organisation in the galaxy! I¡¯m sure they won¡¯t kill a baby just for being of the same race as the tyrant thousands of years ago¡° father objected, bringing me to the conclusion, that either my father or both my parents were big time criminals and that my new race obviously was hunted on the planet of cathar. Best starting conditions ever. Not.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Mother frightfully explained: ?You don¡¯t have any idea of the fear and hatred my species has for nekomata! After the death of the tyrant there have only been two other cases of a nekomata being born and both of them were killed right after their birth! I won¡¯t let them do that to Shira!¡° So my name was Shira, short and easy to remember, I could get used to it. ?We won¡¯t be able to flee, if we leave cathar ¡­¡° father began, but mother interrupted him: ?She¡¯s force sensitive!¡° ?what?¡° ?in the last few months sometimes things began to fly around on their own, if we bring her to coruscant the Jedi will care for her.¡° ?There it¡®s confirmed. I¡¯m in star wars¡® I thought. Really it¡¯s a lucky draw. I had always wanted to be a jedi and if I were to become a jedi, I would be able to improve, without having to worry about getting a job, living expenses or anything else, in other words the perfect setting for growth. ?If we bring her to the jedi, we will never be able to see her again!¡° my father protested. ?But at least she will live. Please Marcus.¡° Now mother was pleading. After a short break I heard father sigh in defeat. ?Alright, but how do we get to coruscant? You can¡¯t leave this short after pregnancy and I can¡¯t leave without getting imprisoned or possibly killed.¡° In the silence that followed I felt that my stomach was full and stopped sucking, only to feel sleep take over. Finally I would see Luna again. Before passing out, I heard mother¡¯s voice: ?Well we¡¯ll have to call them.¡°
Phew, and here comes the next one, even shorter then the last!! Nothing big towrite so I just hope you liked it! Bye Chapter 3: This isnt how it began anymore
Shira''s room
Luna''s house
Sleep
That¡¯s what I saw when I slept for the first time in my second life. I didn¡¯t hesitate long before choosing to go to Luna¡¯s house, it had after all already been a few months, since I last saw her. My vision went black for a second and when I could see again, I was lying in a normal living room complete with table, chairs, bookshelves, TV, couches, armchairs and even a grand piano. Not normal then. And right in front of my face was Luna¡¯s. There it was again, this electrifying feeling running through my whole body, only this time, it was stronger. Well she is the first I saw after months of darkness, so the effect seemed to have been amplified. With a squeal she picked me up and began to hug and coddle me exclaiming in a loud but still beautiful voice: ?You¡¯re so cute!!!¡°If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Strangely it didn¡¯t seem to damage my body or hurt at all, considering I was in the body of a newborn that was kinda freaky, but since this wasn¡¯t exactly my body, more like my soul I could come to terms with that. When she had finally calmed down a little I smiled brightly and tried to say something, but all that came out was: ?IIIthh eiii uuuuu eeeeeeeeeee!¡° She giggled again her voice washing over me releasing all the tension I hadn¡¯t realized I had built up lately though I had literally felt at peace the whole time, now I really was at peace. Then it hit me how tired I was. Now I wasn¡¯t physically tired, after all my physical body was already sleeping, but mentally tired. Of course as a goddess Luna picked up on my state immediately, her face changing from happy excitement to a serious mask, demanding in a commanding voice: ?Now before anything else you will sleep and I¡¯m not gonna hear any objections you got that?¡° I wanted to salute and scream ?yes ma¡¯am¡®, I really did but since I was still a baby my hand was very hard to move not to mention my voice screeching a loud: ?Yyyeeeeaaaaaaa!!¡°. Still I closed my eyes and fell asleep almost immediatly, though I got a last glimpse of her face, an amused expression cracking open her seriousness.
Another short chapter coming through, the last one for today. Oh, I forgot one important thing: Please comment, tell me what I did wrong and I''ll try to better myself. Now for today it''s goodbye Chapter 4: This is how I woke up asleep after the Beginning had ended This is how I woke up asleep after the beginning had ended When I woke up I felt heavenly. My body lay on the most comfortable mattress I had ever lain on, my lower body was surrounded by softness and I was enclosed in a comfortable warmth making me want to stay like this forever. Oh and I wasn¡¯t tired anymore. Opening my eyes I saw white. White hair to be exact and an ear, turning my head a little I saw a perfectly shaped cheek, a cute nose and small, light pink lips. I realized, that I was still at Luna¡¯s house, though now she was asleep. She hugged me close to her, her hands rested carefully on my back and the back of my head, my legs squeezed by her ¡­ chest. I couldn¡¯t move, not because I didn¡¯t want to wake her, though I didn¡¯t want to wake her, but because my body stiffened, emotions running rampart inside of me. That¡¯s the effect her prolonged hug had on me. When my feelings had calmed and I could move again, I moved my hand to nudge her cheek. Normally I would have been content with just lying there, relishing in the comfort I was feeling, but I wanted to hear her voice again. In my first life I had been a musician. Good music and beautiful sounds were something that made me feel better than anything else and after a monthlong absence of any sound but the beating of mothers heart I had a craving for beautiful sounds and the most beautiful sound in my reach was Luna¡¯s voice, so I chose to wake her up in order to hear it. It took a while. Luna was a heavy sleeper, it felt like hours until she finally slowly opened her eyes and raised her hands to gently rub them. When she looked at me, her gentle smile appeared, accompanied by a just as gentle voice: ?Good morning Shira, did you sleep well?¡° I nodded my head as vigorously as I could and gestured to her, trying to make a bow. It was really hard to move with that infant body. ?Me? Never slept better, sleeping with another person really is much more comfortable, I should do that more often.¡° Then she grabbed me and held me close to her again, beginning to tenderly stroke my head and the cat ears that now adorned my head. When she began to speak again the moment became perfect: ?You really had good luck, you know that? To be born in a universe you wish for is unlikely enough, but to be born force sensitive in a star wars verse is even more so. A good number of participants will be out of the tournament, because they weren¡¯t as lucky as you with their first life. Well it helped that your wishes weren¡¯t really that expensive, since they aren¡®t that much of a change to your dna. Even those two wishes could be seen as a natural gift in any universe.¡° She looked at me, like she was expecting an answer, but since I could only give her a nod, she exclaimed annoyed: ?It really isn¡®t fun to talk to somebody when they can¡¯t answer, you know?¡° though she didn¡®t stop petting me. I thought a bit and raised my hand to point at her, closed my eyes and moved my mouth, swooping my arms around as I did. When I opened my eyes she looked at me confused and asked: ?You want me to sing?¡° I nodded, ?well I could it belongs to my domain after all, but first you must do something for me.¡°Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. I looked at her expectantly, while she bent over to whisper something in my ear, something that made me blush. It was really embarrassing, I was a former man after all, but the prospect of hearing the queen goddess of arts sing was enough to make me do it anyway. I looked at my right hand and slowly lifted it up until it was diagonally beside my face balled it into something barely resembling a paw and while leaning my head to the left I said: ?nyaa!¡° That was the first time I saw her break into a huge, full blown, teeth showing smile. Until then it had only been soft, small or gentle smiles, this smile made the whole room literally light up. At that moment I swore I would see that smile as often as possible every day from then on till the last day to ever be. She didn¡¯t say anything for a few moments, until she opened her mouth and began to sing. In my old world there was a legend saying that the famous violinist Giuseppe Tartini on his deathbed confessed he saw the devil in his dreams playing on a violin a piece of unmatched beauty with unparalleled skill and a devilish trill, that he had tried to recreate the music he heard in his dream but he hadn¡¯t been able to make more than a shadow of the devil¡¯s tune, even then the devil¡¯s trill sonata was his greatest composition. I knew how he had felt. Her strong, gentle voice, singing in a language unlike any other, combined with a simple, elegant melodie made music of unreachable, divine beauty, glorious, majestic, marvellous! Nothing I ever heard could even begin to compare to this. I closed my eyes and focused on her song, trying to make sense of why this music was so unbelievably beautiful. I couldn¡¯t. It was like a veil was stopping me analysing this miracle my ears heard. Though I felt disappointed by that, I decided to enjoy this song, while it lasted. When Luna¡¯s song had ended after an all to short time I sighed and opened my eyes again. ?This song is called ?the creation¡®. It describes how existence created us deities and the multiverse. It is my greatest work, only ever heard by the royal gods, the aspects and existence itself.¡° I was speachless, well even more speachless, considering I couldn¡¯t even speak at that moment. I really didn¡¯t know how to feel, happy to be allowed to hear her song, or angry because it hadn¡¯t been heard resounding in every corner of the multiverse like it deserved to. In the end I decided to just be happy, I couldn¡¯t do anything about it. Luna¡¯s gentle voice drew me out of my thoughts again: ?It is time for you to go back to the mortal plane again. Just close your eyes and think of going back, but before you go I should tell you, that two years from now on the second birthday of all champions there will be a great party for all champions and their patron deities in the champions lobby, which will be available from then on. Now there will be a surprise for you when you wake up, so have fun with it!¡° Sadness filled me. I didn¡®t want to go again, but I knew I had to. With tears in my eyes, it was okay, I wasn¡¯t a man anymore, I waved her goodbye before closing my eyes to go back.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand here''s the next one, again rather short, but the next chapter is coming right up. IMPORTANT I really want to thank you guys!! I never expected to get more than ten or so followers and I even got a 5 star rating (thank you BOB16)!!! Also keep up the comments, there area few things I added to my plans thanks to those. Bye Chapter 5: This is how I awoke awake after waking up asleep when the Beginning had ended This time I could open my eyes. The first thing I noticed was the stench. Of my own feces. This was one of the only two things I didn¡¯t want about my rebirth. Toilet training. The other was not being able to move well at the beginning. Oh and not being able to speak and consequentely sing. So I guess there were three things I didn¡¯t like. Using my only possibility of alerting my parents of my discomfort, I screamed. A loud wail resounded and I heard a pair of feet closing in from the right and a gasp of somebody waking up to my left. Immediatly after the gasp came the voice of mother: ?It¡¯s alright baby I¡¯m here!¡° The next moment I wasn¡¯t in my cot anymore, but in the arms of mother and without delay stopped wailing, to look at my mother the first time. She was a cat person. Literally. Her entire body was covered in white and black fur, like that of a siberian tiger, but she still had a human like face, a quite beautiful one at that. I could even see a white tail swishing around in agitation behind her. Then the footsteps reached us and with difficulty I turned my head to see, who presumably was my father. He wasn¡¯t a cathar like mother but a human. How else would I have become a nekomata after all. But he was tall. And muscular. With short blonde hair and pale eyes, worry etched on his face as he turned to mother: ?You shouldn¡¯t be out of bed yet, lie down again I¡¯ll take care of Shira!¡° As if on cue mothers knees weakened, we both fell and would have hit the ground hadn¡¯t father leaped forward to catch us. He carefully lifted us up and laid her down on the double bed keeping me cradled in his arms. ?You have to be more careful Sheila, you¡¯ll only hurt yourself and our daughter¡° father reprimanded her. ?Yea, yea we¡¯ll be fine you big worrywart, go and change Shira¡¯s diaper before she begins crying again. She is too cute to cry.¡° She tried to sound nonchalant but I could hear a good amount of panic in her voice. Apparently I was cute. I didn¡¯t really know, I had yet to see a mirror in my second life, but I always thought newborns were kind of ugly. After a few days or weeks they become really cute though. Father¡¯s response to her statement was an exasperated sigh and a slight shaking of his head, situations like this seemed to happen often, considering father didn¡¯t even answer her and just turned around to walk towards a door. He carried me through the door to a hallway and the first door left into a fully equipped bathroom. After changing my diaper he lifted me from the changing table, carried me to the sink and turned me to let me look in the mirror above it. ?Looky here little Shira aren¡¯t you just the most beautiful little baby?¡° he claimed while cooing at me. I couldn¡¯t disagree with the statement. My skin wasn¡¯t red and wrinkled like that of a normal newborn, but smooth and of a light tone, I already had a few hairs on my head, white and with pointy cat ears poking out of them. And I had a tail. Right then it was still quite short, but I couldn¡¯t wait to learn to move it.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. My eyes were the same shade as mothers a light, intense blue color with slit pupils. While I was admiring myself I heard the sound of a doorbell. Father startled and hurriedly brought me back to mother who lifted me to her breast to start feeding, while father left the room. A little later, I had just finished my meal, the door opened again and in came my father, but he wasn¡¯t alone this time. With him was a very small, he just reached my fathers knees, green man with huge pointy ears clad in a beige robe, walking slowly while leaning on a short gnarled stick. I hadn¡¯t expected this. One day in this galaxy and I already met master Yoda. The force must have really wanted me safe then, after all in star wars, as obi wan so eloquently told us in episode 4, there is no luck. ?Sheila this is a Jedi who has come to look for Shira, though I don¡¯t know how he got here before we even called them.¡° ?The force guided him father, what else?¡® I thought. Yoda confirmed my thoughts as he spoke in an aged voice: ?Yoghurt my name is, guided me the force has¡° ¡­ ¡­ Yoghurt? Like the character representing Yoda in the star wars parody space balls? That was interesing. It meant that I wasn¡¯t in the star wars galaxy of the movies but some other version, which meant, I didn¡¯t have to worry about changing the story line or anything. Those ears sure looked funny, so I decided to touch them. By slowly streching my arms toward ¡­ Yoghurt and giggling. My mother looked surprised but gently moved me in his direction and said: ?She seems to like you. My name is Sheila and this is my daughter Shira. She was ¡­¡° She had held me very near Yoghurt so I decided to squeeze one of his ears with my hands. It was quite squishy and like rubber always changed back into its original form while jiggling around. I giggled it after all looked really funny, but was surprised to see Yoghurt chuckle too. ?Advanced for your age you are¡° he commented before using the three fingers of his right hand to tickle my stomach, making me giggle even more, before mother pulled me away. Yoghurt turned to my parents: ?Exceptionally strong in the force your daughter is, in the future trained she must be.¡° My parents looked at each other and father spoke: ?Master Jedi, we have decided to let the Jedi take care of Shira from the beginning. She¡¯s a nekomata, a race that¡®s to be hunted and killed right after birth by law here on Cathar. We won¡¯t be able to protect her by ourself.¡° ?I understand. Urgency through the force I felt, why I was here so quick it is.¡° Yoghurt sounded calm, but his face wasn¡¯t as carefree anymore. Saying goodbye to my parents was really hard. Not that I had grown to love them in the one day I was with them but all I had seen of them had been kind and caring, a wonderful place to grow up. Now their image was heartbreaking. Mothers tail was angrily swishing around behind her, her ears nestled close to her head and being braced by father, who had quite watery eyes as they hugged me gently between them one last time before handing me to Yoghurt. ?Take good care of her I will¡° Yoghurt ensured them. ?Make sure she eats her vegetables and stays healthy an- *sniff* and make sure to keep the boys away from her and¡­¡° mother wanted to speak more but couldn¡¯t as she broke into tears on in father¡¯s embrace. ?And don¡¯t let her get in trouble.¡° Father added. Now he too had tears streaming down his face. ?Raised children and trained them to be Jedi for 2000 years I have, raise her too I will.¡° Yoghurt returned. ?Time for us to go it is¡° Yoghurt said as he turned and jumped onto his hoverchair before racing away, myself in his arms wrapped tightly enough to hide my race, accompanied only by my parent¡¯s cries of sorrow.
Did you expect that? Collected by Yoghurt himself. IMPORTANT nothing really NOT IMPORTANT Do you know spaceballs? If you don''t you should watch it. At times it''s a bit ridiculous, but there are some funny scenes in there: Cue: Out with ludicrous speed Chapter 6: How I met the Jedi The culture shock only hit me, when we emerged from the public transport that brought us to Coruscant. On cathar even the speeders and starships at the spaceport still looked mundane for people who more or less knew science fiction in my old world, but coruscant was on another level. Anywhere I looked was some piece of amazing futuristic technology, even the need for public transport or speeders seemed unnecessary, because many people were floating around without any support in sight, though the more old fashion but still futuristic, vehicles were still heavily used. Yoghurt brought me to what looked like a tunnel and into a small cabin, that as soon as he closed the door and pressed a blue button shot away with unimaginable speed. The thing was, I didn¡¯t even feel the slightest bit of G-force. The acceleration of the cabin should have flattened us like pancakes but it didn¡¯t even feel like we moved at all. ,Take that law of inertia!¡® I thought. After what I guessed was about a minute we stopped, and again it wasn¡¯t perceivable at all. Yoghurt opened the door and brought me out of the tunnel to leave me in awe. In front of me was a gigantic four sided pyramid like building with a tower at each corner of the flat top and a bigger tower in the middle. Lining the road leading to the huge main entrance were statues of men and women in robes and what looked like meditative positions, while at each side of the entrance stood an enormous statue holding a giant lightsaber made of stone over the entrance. In short we had arrived at the Jedi temple. As we moved toward the entrance, I was surprised to see not a single guard standing there, the gate wide open, as if inviting anyone to come in. In the great entrance hall between the gargantuan columns mingled many people, not only Jedi in their brown robes, but normal people seeking for the Jedi¡¯s help. There were many long counters each having lines of people waiting to be received by one of the non-Jedi clerks. Yoghurt and I just flew past them on Yoghurt¡¯s hoverchair, being greeted and bowed to by all oft he Jedi and no small amount of the other people too, Yoghurt seemed to be well liked by the people. We hovered through the grand corridors of the temple until we reached the door of an elevator guarded by two templeguards clad and masked in grey each holding a deactivated saberstaff diagonally in the direction opposite of the door. They looked at Yoghurt and he asked: ?In session the council is?¡° and after receiving a nod continued: ?Then going up I am¡° Without a word one of the guards pressed a button, opening the door for us to pass. On the ride up Yoghurt nudged me and whispered: ?Time to wake up it is, little one. Meet the council you will.¡° I had pretended to sleep in order to be undisturbed while taking in the sights of the planet, not that hard considering I was still thickly wrapped and unrecognisable, my eyes in the shadow of the cloth pulled over my head like a hood. I looked up to Yoghurt and gave him as big a grin as I could. I already loved the old man. On the ride here he had constantly played with me and even though I was technically a fully matured man I couldn¡¯t help but enjoy it. We arrived at the top and Yoghurt hovered us in front of another door guarded by two temple guards, who without even asking let us through. When we came into the councilchamber I saw it exactly, like it was in the movies, twelve seats forming a three-quarter circle. Except the council members, they were different. From left to right were a female Cerealier, a female Voss, a female Twi¡¯lek, a female Miraluka, a female Chiss, a female human, a male human, a male (I think) Gant, a male Mon Calamari, a male Duros, a male cathar ,great¡® I thought and unbelievably a hutt.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. I tensed a little. A cathar on the council wouldn¡¯t do me good with how they feared the race of nekomata. But I was plesantly surprised to see a hutt. In star wars they were after sith, the rakata and, if I were to consider the extended galaxy, the Yuzhan Vong the most vilified spezies, being portrayed as greedy and powerhungry. They couldn¡¯t all be bad after all. The male human, a young looking man with dark blond hair, spoke first: ?Welcome master Yoda, what is it that leads you here? Coming to a council meeting is unusual for you even though you are technically still the Grandmaster of the order.¡° So it was Yoda, I had been confused already, his behaviour and speech pattern were after all very Yoda-like. This seemed to be a really different star wars verse. I seemed to have been born after the fall of the galactic empire, but Yoda was still alive With a chuckle Yoda responded: ?Grandmaster of the old Jedi order I was, the position yours in the new Jedi order it is, Grandmaster Skywalker. Here I am because a vision sent me the force has. Follow my instincts I did and found a new youngling for the order I have.¡° With those words he pulled down my hood and revealed me to the council. There was a gasp from the right and everyone turned to the cathar who spoke with a surprised expression: ?A nekomata! No wonder you brought her here every cathar will want to kill her!¡° ?Does that include you?¡° asked the hutt with a deep and comforting voice. The cathar looked affronted and shook his head vigorously: ?Of course not! We jedi believe, that all sentient life is equal in rights. The fear of nekomata is taught to the Cathar children in children stories during their whole childhood. I came to the temple at age 5, so I wasn¡¯t influenced by it as much, but I still remember the stories. Long ago, before the beginnings of the Republic, when humans first sent sleeper ships to the stars, one of those ships landed on Cathar. There was only one passanger, a human man. He was a great hunter, so the tribe of Cathar, who took him in respected him. Eventually he fell in love with the daughter of the tribes leader and courted her. They married and got a child. That child was the first nekomata, but his mother died in childbirth. There isn¡¯t much known about his upbringing, but when he had grown to a man he started to conquer the tribes of the Cathar and ruled over them with an Iron fist and abilities, that are told to have been given to him by demons, but I would guess, that he got those abilities from the dark side of the force. He ruled over Cathar for 2 centuries until he died of old age. His name has long been forgotten, today he is only known as ,the Tyrant¡®. Ever since there has been a law on Cathar that every nekomata is to be killed at birth. Nekomata are unbelievably rare, in the tenthousands of years since the Tyrants death this one is only the third to be born. They can only be born if a male human and a female cathar copulate, but even then it almost never happens. There are those who say, that even at birth the other two nekomata already had the ,demon¡¯s powers¡®, leaving me to believe, that all nekomta are very strong in the force.¡° He looked around sheepishly and said: ?I ranted again, huh? Sorry about that.¡° ?Right you are, master J¡¯zargo. Shira this is, already the force she used, when still to be born she was, her mother said.¡° This time the human woman, she looked even younger the master Skywalker, with a beautiful face and long brown hair falling freely to her hips, spoke: ?We will take her in, she shall become a jedi, or does anyone here has complains?¡° Nobody spoke up, I could see a tender look in the eyes of those in my field of view. Master Skywalker then declared: ?Good, master Yoda have you already measured the midichlorian content of her cells?¡° ?Over 25.000 it is.¡° That was the result of one of my wishes. I wished for increased talent. Sounds ordinary? It is, but with talent I would come much farther than I would choosing a random superpower. ?Then you will take care of her, the normal wet nurses of the temple won¡¯t be able to handle a baby that strong, who can already manipulate the force. Besides, she really seems to be comfortable with you.¡° Why Master Skywalker said that? Simple, I was again playing with Yoda¡¯s ears.
Last chapter for today. IMPORTANT Should I describe every member ofthe Jedi council and give them names? I don''t know, you decide. If someone wants to know, I''ll think up a few descriptions and names and edit the chapter. the next chapter will take a while but it will be longer than the last few. And there will be a complete and detailed status. I mean really detailed. Please leave some comments for me!! Bye Chapter 7: Two years gone bye and him Two years had passed since that day and I had really enjoyed them. Yoda didn¡¯t need long to figure out my ability to understand what¡¯s going on around me, so he began challenging me with small tasks and began my Jedi training early. I spoke my first words after half a year, around the same time I started walking and asked Yoda to teach me reading just two months after. This might have seemed early, but since I was part of a unique species and had an extremely strong bond with the force nobody really questioned it. When I turned one I was able to read and write fluently, the written language basic was different from the english I knew, and gained permission to use the jedi archives where I read. I always loved to read, but there were so many interesting things there, that I stopped reading mostly fiction, like I did in my first life and turned to informative literature. Of course that doesn¡¯t mean I didn¡¯t have a childhood like in many of those reincarnation fictions coursing around the internet in my old world. I played often and long with all kinds of people, mainly Yoda but also with the other younglings and surprisingly the masters J¡¯zargo and Vrenga the hutt, who was by the way like one big teddy bear, he wasn¡¯t fluffy, but extra soft and squishy and if I wanted fur there was always J¡¯zargo. How the council members came to play with me? Well I thought J¡¯zargo felt responsible for me because his whole species was after my head just because I existed, though as far as I knew they didn¡¯t know of my existence yet. Vrenga just loved to pet me. He was so uncharacteristicly kind and gentle for his race it was kind of funny. He really seemed to like cute things too, whenever I used my patented kitty eyes on him he would do whatever I wanted. He was basically a huge softy. Oh, the jedi in this era weren¡¯t as stuck up as the ones in the stories on earth, they allowed attachments and anything else a normal person had, a change that was brought with the new jedi order and Luke Skywalker, it¡¯s grandmaster. As far as I knew, I had been born about 1,200 years after the war with the first order, by the way the female human in the jedi council is known as master Rei, she together with Yoda and Luke rebuild the jedi temple on Coruscant, which obviously hadn¡¯t been destroyed by the superweapon of the first order. I didn¡¯t know how or why those three were still alive. Because the jedi were allowed to have families I was able to stay in contact with my parents via holo and discovered my family name. It was Drayen. A few years ago the planet Dubrillion had, under the leadership of it¡¯s royal family, the Drayens, and a few other planets, rebelled resulting in the deconstruction and imprisonment of their governments. My father, Marcus Drayen, had been the first prince at the time and decided to flee, I didn¡¯t know the exact circumstances but the jedi seemed content with him staying on Cathar. My mother meanwhile was pregnant again, normally a child of a human and a cathar belongs completely to one of the races. Being a nekomata was pretty much a very rare genetic mutation. I spoke with them every evening, telling them how my days were. The one thing that I loathed about this new life was the absence of music. It wasn¡¯t like there was no music in the galaxy, it was just that the music at that time was only made artificially with syntethizers. Instruments were rare and as far as I knew nobody played one, if somebody had an instrument it was normally treated as a curious antique. Even singing was rare and if there was sung it wasn¡¯t really beautiful. That was until one day, while I was exploring the library, I felt a tug on my mind leading me to an empty wall. Closing my eyes I connected with the force, something I was already able to do almost instinctively, thanks to daily meditation, and let myself be guided by it. I felt my hand move and press on a spot of the wall close to the ground and the wall slid open to reveal a room filled with music. Music in the sense of just about all musical instruments I knew of and many I didn¡¯t know. Behind the storage of instruments there was a desk with a stash of lose flimsi (futuristic star wars paper) and beyond that were hundreds of shelves filled with books, booklets, scrolls, disks and any other information storage possible, as well as shelves filled with artifacts from many cultures I knew from earth, like ancient swords and other weapons, pottery and even dvd players, gaming consoles and all kinds of other earth technology. Under the desk was a computer like the ones from my first world with a matching screen sitting atop the desk containing, as I later discovered, a full inventory of every Item in the room and the history behind them. On the walls were all kinds of art from paintings to wall hangings and everywhere stood sculptures and other forms of art and culture. Everything was in airtight containers with seethrough walls in order to preserve it indefinately. The flimsistash was the research a jedi master had done hundreds of years ago into the script and notation in this room. He was never able to get it right though. He had still been stuck on the booklet that too lay on the table, written in english titled: The storage of human culture. The booklet explained to me how the humans orginated from a planet called earth. Earth had become uninhabitable due to pollution and the humans moved to the stars inside something called sleeper ships. Those were spaceships incapable of lightspeed that meant, because of the way to long traveling times, the passengers were put into a kryo-sleep and the ships were commanded by artificial intelligence. The humans crash landed on Coruscant, as a result their ships were mostly destroyed but miraculously this room wasn¡¯t damaged, but buried under a mountain. Later, when the jedi built their temple on top of a mountain they chanced upon the buried storage and integrated it in the Jedi archives. The booklet unfortunately didn¡¯t say why there was only a secret entrance to the storage. That had been about three months ago and now I spent at least 2 hours a day in that room. Right now I couldn¡¯t play any of the instruments, other than the piano, but there was a massive amount of recordings in that room and the necessary equipment to play it. I hadn¡¯t told anyone of the room yet, it was my personal little stayaway, though I always took an old ipod with headphones around to listen to the music. I spent almost every night at Luna¡¯s place doing all kinds of things with her, she even gave me singing lessons, and we became great friends over the years. I was still in love with her (of course) but she hadn¡¯t answered me yet and I didn¡¯t ask again, I mean I¡¯m only 2 years old, it would be really weird if we did ,adult¡® stuff. Oh, and I was able to access the gamer system as soon as I could speak, at the moment my status looked like this:
Status
Name Shira Drayen
Age 2 / 21
Species Nekomata
Gender Female
Level 10
Experience 83%
Alignment Jedi Order, Galactic Republic
Statistic
Strength 9
Speed 17
Flexibility 16
Dexterity 20
Agility 16
Balance 74
Stamina 15
Vitality 20
Endurance 8
Intelligence 43
Wisdom 41
Charm 52
Luck 60
Unused Points 20
Perks
Perfect Health +15 Vitality
Increased Talent +Skill Growth +Exprience Gain +Statistic Growth
Increased Memory -> Photographic Memory +5 Intelligence
Force sensitive +Skill: Force Connection +Skill: Force Manipulation
Luna''s Friend +Affinity: Light +Affinity: Water +Skill Growth: Arts +Charm
Absolute Hearing +Increased Hearing +Frequency Identification
Highly intelligent +10 Intelligence
Inherent Wisdom +15 Wisdom
Reincarnated +Perks, mental Statistics, Affinities, Skills of former lives
Champion''s limit removal +limitless statistic Growth
Racial Perks
increased Agility *1.5 Agility growth speed
increased Speed *2 Speed growth speed
increased Dexterity *1.5 Dexterity growth speed
increased Flexibility *2 Flexibility growth speed
increased Balance +50 Balance *2 Balance growth speed
increased Stamina *1.5 Stamina growth speed
increased Senses increased Sight increased Hearing increased Smelling
decreased Strength *0.5 Strength growth speed
decreased Endurance *0.5 Endurance growth speedThis story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.
Foothold +20 Balance
Skills
Language German written German spoken English/Basic spoken English written Basic written Japanese spoken Japanese written Latin spoken Latin written 100% 100% 100% 100% 100% 8% 1% 34% 53%
Meditation empty Mind Force Connection Adept lvl.8 Expert lvl.2
Force Manipulation Force Telekinesis Force Enhancement Force Mind Manipulation Force Sense Force Divination Adept lvl. 9 Adept lvl. 7 Novice lvl. 9 Adept lvl. 4 Beginner lvl. 1
Champion''s Soultransfer Shira''s Room Luna''s House Champion''s Lobby Perfect Perfect Perfect
Acting Master lvl. 1
Movement Bipedal Quadpedal Adept lvl. 7 / Master lvl. 2 Novice lvl. 5
Music Violin Piano Singing Guitar Drum Set Classic Theorie Jazz/modern Theorie Composing / Arranging History Musical Hearing Music Analysation Acustics Beginner lvl. 1 / Expert lvl. 9 Beginner lvl. 9 / Expert lvl. 5 Apprentice lvl. 2 / Adept lvl. 9 Beginner lvl. 1 / Beginner lvl. 9 Beginner lvl. 1 / Beginner lvl. 5 Expert lvl. 1 Apprentice lvl. 3 Novice lvl. 4 Adept lvl. 6 Master lvl. 3 Expert lvl. 7 Novice lvl. 5
Sword Mastery Shii Cho Makashi Soresu Ataru Djem So / Shien Niman Juyo Vaapad Adept lvl. 1 Beginner lvl. 2 Beginner lvl. 3 Beginner lvl. 5 Beginner lvl. 1 Beginner lvl. 6 Beginner lvl. 2 Beginner lvl. 1
Hand to Hand Combat Freestyle Apprentice lvl. 3
Racial Skills
Nightvision Perfect
Transformation Nekomata Base Form
Human -33% Agility -50% Speed -33% Dexterity -10% Balance -33% Stamina +100% Strength +100% Endurance
Cat +300% quadpedal Movement -100% bipedal Movement -75% Strength -75% Endurance -90% Dexterity
two tailed Nekomata *2 all Statistics
Kitty Eyes Perfect
(The following is an explanation of the status, advised to read but not necessarily necessary) There you have it. My (almost) complete status. It was to be honest quite monstrous. As far as I knew, the human species was the standard, either that or it was standard for me, because I had been a human in my first life. By standard everone gains 1 point in every statistic per year until they are eighteen, except fort he stat wisdom which grows indefinately, unless you have a mental illness that causes it to stagnate or diminish and the stat flexibility which begins to stagnate and/or diminish at the beginning of puberty. Luck, charmand balance are independent stats and don¡¯t grow or diminish with age. That was of course only the standard. There were always variants for body type, intelligence, upbringing and the availability of food during a persons growth. Why my stats were this monstrous? Simple: A jedi draws his strength from the force. A jedi would always be physically stronger than normal people, due to the passive changes done by the force as it courses through the body and because I began even before birth with force meditation I kind of grew up a lot stronger than normal. Besides I did train physically and due to limit removal i didn¡¯t have to worry about stunted growth. Intelligence is another thing altogether. One point intelligence is equal to an IQ of five, meaning my IQ right then was 215. I hadn¡¯t had an even nearly as high IQ in my first life but I wouldn¡¯t complain, though the wisdom didn¡¯t grow that drastically. Per increased level I got an unbelievable 2 stat points. Luna had after all said the gamer system would mostly be a way for us to observe and brag about our progress and keep track of our skills since we would keep on getting new skills throughout all of our incarnations, not a clutch to gain strength quicker. (the window above isn¡¯t the full window, there schould be mathematics, science, etc., but I didn¡¯t really want to write a list of all skills gathered in a whole life) The Skilllevels were Beginner, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master, Grandmaster, Epic, Legendary, Divine and Perfect. Each of them, except perfect, had ten sublevels. A few things were the result of my wishes before I was reborn, namely the perks perfect health, which was probably the most costly wish, increased talent and increased memory turned photographic memory (I already had a good memory in my first life, which was increased leading to a photographic memory). (Explanation of status over, if you have questions just comment) At the moment I was preparing myself for the introduction celebrations of the champions in the champions lobby at Luna¡¯s house. Luna insisted that the two of us should dress alike so now we stood here in Luna¡¯s bedroom, both clad into silver and light blue party dresses Luna looking me up and down with an approving look in her eyes and turning me around to face the mirror. ?How do you like your dress?¡° I looked into the mirror, taking in my 2 year old appearence. I looked even cuter now than I did as a baby, may have been because I denied anyone who wanted to cut my hair, resulting in long and shimmering lightly curled white hair reaching all the way down to my butt, may have been because of the now much bigger cat ears atop my head, may have been the fact that my tail had grown out to full length or the cute face, just now beginning to transform from a babyface to the more mature facade of a child. Basically my appearance had become really cute now, a fact that was accentuated and enhanced by the beautiful dress Luna herself had handmade for me. ?It¡¯s really pretty, thanks a bunch!!!¡° I really had no problem with a dress. I may have lived nineteen years as a guy, but now, since I was a girl I might as well dress like one. ?No problem, tailoring is an art too after all.¡° She waved her hand like it was nothing but she had a happy smile on her face, portraying the joy she felt at the compliment. ?I think you look much prettier though.¡° A small blush formed on her face at the compliment. Grabbing my hand began to pull me towards the door while saying: ?L-Look at the time, we should really get going!!¡° ?You are one of the 20 most powerful beings in existence, I don¡¯t think you of all people need to be three hours early to a party.¡° I whined, I wanted to have her for myself as long as possible, but she refused me: ?As one of the leaders of our society I should be a good role model for the people, there are already enough arrogant chracters among the royal gods to create a bad opinion about us among the other deities, I at least want them to see, that there are those of us, who care about them.¡° As she said that she began to glow in anger of her arrogant colleges. ?Ahh, Luna, if you emit your power now we¡¯ll have to fix our appearance again!!¡° She looked at me and let out a sigh, her glow diminishing to it¡¯s normal level and apologized: ?Sorry they just infuriate me is all. They think, just because they where born earlier and have more power they are better than the other deities. He is especially bad.¡° I didn¡¯t know who he was. I just knew that Luna hated him since their birth, that he wanted to get into her panties just as long and that he was the worst a****** of all deities (the last two things were totally unrelated in my mind. Really). I sighed and said: ?I had hoped I could delay our meeting with the infamous him.¡° She answered giggling: ?If we meet him earlier, we will be rid of him earlier. The moment he tries something, existence will bar him from being near me for the next thousand years, it¡¯s a pity that the recent 3,847,923rd barring ended just a month ago. He really doesn¡¯t learn from his mistakes. Now onwards!!¡° And off we were. We didn¡¯t really need the door, she could have teleported us there without a problem, but she liked using the door when she went out. It felt more mundane, more normal to her. Besides teleporting somewhere was a flashy entrance in her opinion and she didn¡¯t like those. So completely unflashy we went through the door and entered the huge ballroom the party was to be held in. Well the word huge doesn¡¯t do it any justice. It seemed to stretch on forever, a victorian style ballroom with marble floors and walls, gigantic golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, artworks lining the walls. Thousands of looooooooong tables with an unimaginable amount of delicious looking food stood all around the room and millions of little tables with two to eight chairs around each of them were scattered all around the space, leaving me slackjawed at the mere number of people who would be coming. And there right in front of us stood a magnificent old man, complete with floorlong white hair and beard, clad into just as white robes, holding a long, also white staff. He looked like Gandalf the White, with longer hair and beard. The moment Luna saw him, she went down onto one knee, pulling me down with her. ?This one humbly greats the allmighty father Existence¡° I was quite surprised. This old man did look like a wizard, not an allmighty god standing above anyone and anything else, hell he didn¡¯t even have an aura of power like Luna had one constantly around her (she couldn¡¯t shut it off, I asked her once). Existence though just grimaced and walked to us, grabbing both Luna and me by the hand and pulled us back to our feet, before pulling Luna into a tight hug. ?Luna stop it with the bowing, what kind of father would let his children bow to him? Where have you been anyway? I haven¡¯t seen you at all these last two years, even Vritos visited me.¡° He let her go and held her at armlength away from him. ?Sorry father I concentrated on observing and helping little Shira here, it is my duty and honor as guardian to help my champion in any way I can, besides we came here extra early in order to see you and talk with you before the party¡° ?Of course you did.¡° He turned to me, ?Hello little one, you must be Shira. My children like to call me existence, but the name I gave myself and the name I want you to call me by is Bob.¡° And again he surprised me. I did know he had a name, it¡¯s not like everybody would walk around just calling him Existence right? But I had imagined something magnificent and majestic, not a mundane name like Bob. Hiding my surprise behind a gentle smile, I had been tought the ways of soft and gentle smiles by Luna herself, I curtsied and greeted him: ?Hello Bob, my name is Shira Drayen, it is a pleasure to meet you.¡° ?Whoaa, there¡¯s a mortal who doesn¡¯t try to growel at my feet upon learning my identity? That¡¯s a new one. Say Shira, why aren¡¯t you bowing and praying before me upon seeing the allmighty creator the first time?¡° ?I imagine getting bowed to and being praised by everyone constantly gets annoying very fast. If I were in your position I wouldn¡¯t want to be treated any different than anyone else.¡° ?There are few people who understand that at all, even my children insist to treat me like something special, just because I made the multiverse.¡° Finally Luna decided to say something again: ?Can you blame us father? It was us who witnessed you creating all of existence, can you blame us for praising the one who made such a wonder happen?¡° Bob sighed. ?I can¡¯t ever blame you, you are my beloved children after all, but look at your champion, she always believed in a higher being that created existence, but the last time she prayed was at age twelve, because ¡­¡° He looked at me and I understood that he wanted me to finish his sentence. ?Because if I were a god I wouldn¡¯t want to be constantly bombarded by an endless amount of mortals whining about their little problems, that have absolutely nothing to do with me. We mortals have intelligence and a sense of self for a reason after all. We should be able to make our own decisions and live our own lifes without having to constantly rely on some higher power.¡° I heard a quiet sob and looked up to see Bob with tears in his eyes. He picked me up and hugged me close to him all the while declaring: ?This is the reason! The reason I created intelligent life! Creatures that are free and independently live their own lifes, all the while making things I never would have thought of on my own!!! Come Shira, let us celebrate the innovative power and creativity of mortals in it¡¯s ultimate form!!¡° He declared the last part loudly by pumping his fist in the air. The air before us began to shimmer and something began to form, something I knew all too well. In front of us was a gaming console wired to a huge TV, with three controllers fit for the current game lying in front of it. ?MARIO KART!!!!¡°
Phew, finally finished. That damn table took a lot of work. IMPORTANT The next chapter could take a while, since it will be a party, I''ll have to think of a lot of new characters I wish to introduce, as well as come up with things happening at the party, I mean a normal party would be boring. If you want to know, why Shira has any or all of these stats and skills or want a detailed explanation for each stat, please write that in the comments. NOT IMPORTANT Do any of you know what Mett is? (A completely unrelated question that interests me) I have the feeling, I wanted to write something else here today, but I totally forgot it. Whatever, bye P. S.: I didn''t do a last read through the chapter before posting it like I usually do, it''s 11:30 pm here and I just wanna go to bed, but I wanted to post this chapter today, so there might be a number of mistakes in there, I would really appreciate it if you could point them out, thanks in advance Chapter 8: Not him, HIM So we played, the thing was, Bob always won. He didn¡¯t cheat or anything he was just terribly good at playing Mario Kart. He even won, when Luna and I teamed up on him, though we came close sometimes, it was godlike indeed. That didn¡¯t mean it wasn¡¯t fun. It was definately in my top five moments of best moments/activities in my lives. Bob had a fun quip for every situation on his lips and our laughter rang through the endless hall, creating a stunning euphony of the mixed deep chuckling of Bob and silvery laughs of Luna and myself. Our merrymaking lasted until the next guests arrived, about one hour before the party would begin. Were our TV and gaming console stood appeared a dark rift, sucking in our entertainment and out stepped a very tall and muscular man. Not tall and muscular like my father, but huge, at least two meters tall and ripped with enormous and quite disgusting muscles. He had tanned skin, black wiry hair and a brutal angular face and was clothed in a black tank top and military style pants. All over his body were all kinds of weapons, from swords, maces and axes to guns, grenades and rockets, an arrogant sneer on his face, in short he looked absolutely appaling. After him came a boy about my age with blonde hair and blue eyes that seemed to shine, wearing the same sneer as his patron. The big guy spoke with a deep, grinding voice: ?Father, Luna I ¡­¡° He didn¡¯t come further because Luna jumped up, shining brighter then I had ever seen before and punched the big guy hard enough to send him flying into the closest wall. ?VRITOS YOU BASTARD, HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT US WHILE WE ARE WINNING?!!¡° And it was true. It was the first time Luna and I succeeded in taking over the first and second rank at the same time, Luna could become very competitive if she wanted. That aside I hadn¡¯t ever seen Luna get even close as furious as she was now, I hadn¡¯t even seen her get really angry, she was always calm, cheerful or shy, always nice and gentle but now she looked like she wanted to kill this Vritos guy, making me realize, that Vritos was HE. The only one that was able to make Luna furious just by thinking about him. Lunas aura, which normally shone gently like the stars in the nightsky, now was too bright to look directly at her, merciless like the sun in the hottest of deserts. I had to close my eyes and turn away, still feeling the unbelievable heat she radiated. As I sat there suffering in the worst heat I ever felt, I could only think, that I didn¡¯t want Luna to be like this. I wanted to see her content and smiling like always and not burning with anger as she was now. So I decided to calm her down, the problem was I didn¡¯t know how to calm down an angry queen goddess in the process of burning down the multiverse, so I resolved myself and took a wager. I turned around and tackled her, hugging her around the stomach, the highest I could reach. The heat was almost unbearable, at least for the second it was there. Apparently Luna had already calmed down without me needing to do anything else. I looked up to see worry etched into her beautiful face, her hair disshelved, unlike the orderly part braided part open hairstyle she chose today and hear her voice: ?I¡¯m so sorry Shira!! Are you alright? Are you hurt?¡° I just smiled brightly at her and answered: ?I¡¯m okay, you¡¯re just gonna have to fix my hair again.¡° I saw the same relief that filled me appear on her face as she lifted me up by the waist and sat me onto her hip, her hair and mine too, as I felt, returning to it¡¯s former condition. When I looked around I saw that Vritos had stood up, walking back to us as he spoke in a triumphant voice: ?Father she struck me, as punishment she should have to spend a night with me.¡° He had a lecherous smile on his face, grinning as if his greatest wish came true. Bob however looked at him with disappointment and a notable amount of disgust, his former statement of not blaming his children for anything seemingly not including Vritos. ?I¡¯ll see all of existence destroyed before I let that happen. It will never happen Vritos, did you really think, just because she struck you once, for a legitimate reason at that I would allow her to lose her purity? Don¡®t tell me you still haven¡¯t learned anything from your recent punishment. Now get your champion here, he needs to introduce himself.¡° Vritos¡¯ expression fell into an angry snarl, but it seemed he knew better than to rise the ire of the mighty Bob any more, because he just huffed and turned around, signalling the blonde boy to come closer and told him: ?Stell dich Existenz und den anderen beiden vor, sei unbesorgt, das M?dchen lebte ebenfalls in Deutschland¡° (Introduce yourself to existence and the other two, don¡¯t worry, the girl lived in Germany too) The boy stepped up and said in a clipped and harsh voice: ?Seid gegr¨¹?t, mein Name ist Adolf Hitler.¡° (Greetings, my name is Adolf Hitler)
Another short one, creating all those next few characters will still take quite a while, so I decided to just upload this part. IMPORTANT I don¡¯t know, when I¡¯ll be able to upload again, university is getting really draining and I find myself without energy to continue this story. Does that mean I quit it? No, but I¡¯ll probably take a break and continue in a few weeks. If any of you have an idea for a character, just PM me, it means less work for me and consequently a faster update. NOT IMPORTANT Why doesn¡¯t anyone answer to the question I asked last chapter? I really would like to know, how well known Mett is outside of Germany, so please, if anyone reads the NOT IMPORTANT part answer it. I¡¯ll see you in a few Bye! Not
When I heard that name, the first thing I did was turn to Bob and ask in a flat voice: ?K?nnte der gr??te Schandfleck der deutschen Geschichte bitte aus dieser Halle entfernt werden?¡° (Could the greatest stain of german history please be removed from this hall?) The boy lost his friendly expression, a snarl appearing on his face. ?Wovon sprichst du? Ich habe das deutsche Reich zu noch nie zuvor gesehener Gr??e gef¨¹hrt! Ich stellte im Reich die nat¨¹rliche Ordnung wieder her, das arische Vorrecht auf die Herrschaft, so wie es immer schon sein sollte!¡° (What are you talking about? I lead the german realm to greatness never seen before! I restored the natural order, the arian right of reign, to the realm like it was always meant to be!) He had madness shimmering in his eyes his face contorted in ways, no childs face should look like. ?Es glaubt, seine Taten seien rechtens, hat es denn nicht in der H?lle daf¨¹r geschmort?¡° (It believes it¡¯s actions were right, has it not burned in hell for them?) I didn¡¯t even look at it, fury rising within me at having to meet this thing that calls itself human, not only directed at it, but also at everyone responsible for afterlife for digging it up from whereever it had been to participate in this tournament, at all the deities (except for Luna), even at Bob as he was the one conducting this tournament. Bob seemed to sense my anger, as he turned to and reprimanded me with a stern voice: ?Sei nicht so hastig mit deinem Zorn, er mag F¨¹rchterliches getan haben, aber er hat deswegen schon siebzig Jahre im tiefsten Abgrund der H?lle verbracht. Nat¨¹rlich w?re seine Strafe noch l?nger gewesen, aber das Auswahlsystem f¨¹r die Teilnahme an dem Wettbewerb w?hlte Helden zuf?llig aus den Reihen der Seelen, die in den letzten hundert Jahren auf deinem Planeten gestorben sind. Jedem Helden ist die Teilnahme an diesem Fest gestattet, ihn also aus dieser Halle zu werfen, w¨¹rde den Regeln widersprechen. Jetzt stell dich vor, du warst so schon unh?flich genug.¡° (Don¡¯t be hasty with your wrath, he may have done terrible things, but he already burned in the deepest pits of hell for seventy years. His punishment would have been longer, but the system choosing the Champions did so through chance. The candidates were all souls who died in the last one hundred years on your planet. Every Champion is allowed to participate in this celebration, throwing him out would break the rules. Now introduce yourself, you were rude enough already) That caused my anger to subside, only to be replaced by shame and I muttered a quiet apology, before turning to it, causing my anger to flare up again ?Mein Name ist Shira Drayen, halte dich fern von mir, Insekt.¡° (My name is Shira Drayen, keep away from me, insect) I turned away from him to look over Luna¡¯s shoulder, who by the way still glared at Vritos, though she threw me concerned glances every few seconds. It wasn¡¯t easy to make me angry, even in my first life and it got only harder in my second life, as I was being tought by the jedi to control my emotions.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. ?Du bist also eine von diesen Verr?tern und Judenliebhabern die heutzutage das DEUTSCHE REICH BESUDELN?¡° (So you are one of those traitors and jew lovers that now TAINT THE GERMAN REALM?) It sounded angry, in clipped, ugly german, the kind of pronounciation that made the german language falsly known as a harsh language. I didn¡¯t even grace it with a look as I continued to look at a painting on the wall behind Luna, a beautiful one it was, a clearing in a forest with many people of just as many different species celebrating and feasting, and answered in a detached voice: ?Gott steht hier, er kann ihm sicher sagen, ob eine Rasse anderen ¨¹berlegen ist. Dann wird es wissen, dass es einen Schaden hat.¡° (God stands right there, he can explain it, if one race is superior to others. Then it will know, that it has a damaged brain.) I looked at Bob who had a serious look in his eyes. ?Shira hat recht, ich habe alle intelligenten Spezies erschaffen, sodass sie gleich in Rechten sind, selbst wenn jedes Individuum verschieden ist.¡° (Shira is right, I made all intelligent species to be equal in rights, even if every individual is different.) It was about to retort but Vritos spoke first: ?Komm Adolf, du machst dich zum Narren, was hier z?hlt ist St?rke, am Ende werden sie sehen, warum es n?rrisch ist sich in einem Kampf um St?rke mit dem Helden des k?niglichen Gottes der Dunkelheit, des Konfliktes, der Korruption und der St?rke anzulegen.¡° (Come Adolf, you¡¯re embarassing yourself, what¡¯s important here is strength, in the end they we realize how foolish it is to try and compete with the champion of the royal god of darkness, conflict, corruption and strength in a contest of strength.) With those last words Vritos and it went away with superior sneers on their faces to mingle with the other guests who had in the meantime arrived in the hall. Luna looked at me and commented: ?Foolish they are, this isn¡¯t a contest of strength, but of control.¡°
An hour later the hall seemed notably less big, as it was crouded with an incountable amount of all kinds of species. Sure there was a good number of humans, but there also were all kinds of other species there. From elves to Demons, from Beastmen to Manbeasts, animals, beasts and all kind of aliens, it was quite the spectacle. I could even see a dragon, that one must have been one of the luckier ones to be reborn as a dragon, considering I could see a fair share of ordinary dogs, cats, bunnys, mice and many other not very lucky incarnations, granted I, at the moment, had decided to remain in my cat form as well, so they may be, like me, conceiling their true form. As a being directly connected to an energy that flows through all living things I was able to more or less feel the strength of any individual, so I was able to see, that in pure physical power I was above average, while I was certainly near the top in mental prowess, of course only counting the champions. Not one of us Champions was close to even the lowest of present deities in power. I was at the moment cradeled in Lunas arms, standing near a stage in the middle of the hall. The only one on stage was Bob, as he just appeared there in order to signal the start of the party with a speech. He took a deep breath and with a deep voice that smoothly rang through the entire hall spoke: ?Yo, what¡¯s up? I¡¯m Bob and I am the host of todays party. I won¡¯t talk long I will just state two rules for today: With exception of me, no deity is allowed to do any harm to any of the champions and anyone with distinct lack of a brain will be kicked out. Oh and if anyone should die, don¡¯t worry, you¡¯ll be revived at your home in the immortal plane. Now let¡¯s have fun tonight!!¡° With those last words, Bob exploded into mist and when the mist had disappeared there was a mixing console with Bob behind it, clothed in a baggy t-shirt and shorts with a baseball cap backwards on his head, his left hand raised in the air formed in the peace sign and screamed in a high pitched voice: ?WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!¡° Most of the crowd began laughing and applauding as party music began to play, not too loud nor too silent, loud enough to dance to it, but silent enough to comfortably talk over it, one wall of the hall slid open to reveal a huge dance floor and an army of butlers and maids with tablets of drinks that began walking around among the guests, offering their drinks to them. I looked at Luna and asked dumbfounded: ?Is that normal?¡° ?Is what normal?¡° ?Nevermind¡° It seemed, the people of the deity plane had long since accepted Bob¡¯s weirdness as completely normal and not mentionable.
On my way to the huge mound standing out of the crowd a few hundred meters away from the stage I was running through the legs of the other guests in my cat form. It was the most suitable form for me in order to not stand out, considering the only thing that distinguished me from other white cats was the fact that I had two tails in my cat form, and I didn¡¯t have to shove my way through. What mound you ask? The dragon I say. As far as I could tell, all deities decided to visit in humanoid forms, that left me to believe, that the dragon was a champion and the first one I wanted to befriend. I wasn¡¯t with Luna anymore because she told me to go and make friends with some oft he champions, ?Just because you¡¯ll have to fight each other in the far future doesn¡¯t mean you can¡¯t socialize with each other¡° she had said. On a wimp I decided to look for most interesting looking champion and with a dragon in the room there wasn¡¯t a question who was the most interesting in the room. Besides, it¡¯s every healthy mans (read little catgirls) dream to ride a dragon once in their lives, and I finally had the chance to do so. When I came close I saw, that the dragon was talking to somebody, somebody I already had come to detest after only meeting once. The dragon seemed to share my sentiment on Adolf Hitler, evident by the snarl marring its face, though I was not used to a dragon¡¯s face I was pretty sure it baring his fangs and the smoke coming from it¡®s nostrils didn¡® exactly mean that it was happy. With a swish of the dragons tail the boy flew off to never be seen again ¡­. I hoped. Now that I was close I could finally see the dragons full appearance. The dragon was certainly big, but hadn¡¯t yet achieved the overwhelming size of an adult dragon. It was covered in completely in shiny white scales ¡­., just kidding, can¡¯t make everything white after all, it was covered in deep blue scales, shimmering like the sea on a sunny day with white spikes running down its whole back, beginning at its head all the way to the tip of its tail, only a space on its neck near the shoulders was devoid of spikes. It had four strong but elegant legs with white claws and against the light almost translucent looking wings. All in all it had the apperance of a western style blue dragon. I decided to shift back to my base form, the Nekomata form, and approached the dragon from the front, didn¡¯t want to startle it after all, and addressed it: ?Yo, my name is Shira, what is your name?¡° What? He wasn¡¯t the only mystical being here and I had just played mario kart with god, it is well within my power to speak casually to a two year old dragon. Though the dragon didn¡¯t seem to like the way I talked to it as it just looked at me dismissively before swinging its tail at me for me to blast off, just like the little nazi had. That would have happened if the dragon hadn¡¯t hit the air above my head, me not moving a bit. The dragon looked at me confused so I decided to scold him a little: ?That wasn¡¯t really nice you know? Did your mother not teach you, not to hit cute little girls with your tail? I asked for your name, not for your rear end, so let¡¯s try again.¡° And in a slow and clear voice, as if I was talking to a baby I continued: ?Hello my name is Shira Drayen and I am the champion oft he Queen Goddess Luna. Would you please tell me your name?¡° The dragon looked more dumbfounded with each word and actually layed down in order to look at me curiously, it¡®s eyes like gigantic sapphires with black vertical slits as pupils, and in a deep rumbling voice he, no way this was a female voice, asked: ?Why didn¡¯t you fly away like the other little people?¡° It sounded surprisingly innocent, like a little boy with a way too mature voice. ?Wait¡® I thought, ?are there children who where chosen as champions?¡® Now that I looked closer at him, his eyes were wide with childish curiosity and a little fear. ?That¡¯s because I know how to not fly away.¡° I said with a friendly smile as I streched my hand out to scratch his snout. He let out something like a purr before returning in wonder: ?Really? How do you do it?¡° ?That¡¯s a seeecreett¡° I answered in a sing song voice and his lips looked like he was trying to pout. ?Buut if you tell me your name I will show you what I did¡° His eyes lit up after that and he almost stumbled over his next words as if he was trying to say them as fast as possible: ?First I was Tim and now I am Deuces!!¡° ?So what do you want me to call you then?¡° ?My second mommy always calls me Ces.¡° ?Then I¡¯ll call you Ces too, if it¡¯s okay. You can call me Shira, or onee-san, or Shira-nee if you want¡° a big smile was now gracing my face. I always wanted to have a younger sibling after all, and I wouldn¡¯t really be able to be a big sister for the one who was growing in my mother, they lived planets away after all. ?Why onee-san? Does that mean something?¡° ?It means ?big sister¡®¡° that brought a reaction out of him. His tail began to wag wildly behind him and the sides of his mouth began to rise as he exclaimed in a joyful voice: ?I always wanted a sister!!! But why big sister? You¡¯re so much smaller than me.¡° ?Yes I am smaller, but I am also older and stronger than you, that means I¡¯d be your big sister¡° I explained. ?But how do you know you are stronger than me?¡° ?Can you do something like this?¡° I said as I turned and sweeped my right hand in an arc in front of me, using the force to grab the feet of about a hundred dancing party guests, located on the dancing floor that was conveniently right beside us, and tripped them, causing all of them to fall to the ground on top of each other, forming a mess of tangled bodies and limbs. Ces and I, as well as any other guest who happened to look in the direction of the dancing floor began to loudly laugh, though I tried to keep my laughter as I concentrated and closed my eyes to again use the force, this time in order to tie all articles of clothing that were lose enough to be tied together together, causing the fallen people to trip and roll around in order to try and free themselves, which resulted in even more laughter. ?I can¡¯t *gasp* do anything like that *gasp*, but I can *gasp* do this¡° Ces gasped and breathed out before breathing in deeply and releasing a large hot blast of air that raised the hair of all the people in front of him up, out of their fine hair styles and leaving it standing straight up in the air. Again a wave of laughter went through the hall, but it wasn¡¯t even close as big as the one my actions received. ?See? I am stronger.¡° ?Allright Shira-nee but you still haven¡¯t told me, why you didn¡¯t fly away earlier¡° ?Well you see Ces, I can use something that¡¯s called the force ¡­¡° I spent the next few hours with my new little brother, although we did a little change in position. He now laid down compltely and I was lying on top of his head in my cat form, scratching him behind the horns growing on his head, something he really seemed to like. I had found out, that he was 3 years old when he died on earth, which meant he was 5 now. He didn¡¯t know how he came to die, all he knew was, that he fell asleep one night and woke up in the white room. He had clicked on the name Diana, because that was the name of his favourite aunt. He had apparently seen the name written on a letter his mother had sent her sister once. It seemed his dragon mommy was really nice to him, even after he told her of his past life. Then and there some other champions came to bother us, mainly those of a species with low maturity age, like goblins or orcs, but Ces sent them flying with just a swing of his tail, it wasn¡¯t like it would harm them or anything, at least not inside our range of view, there may very well be a bunch of red pools scattered around the hall. When the party was about to end, Luna and a woman who was apparently Diana approached us, telling us it was time to go. ?But I don¡¯t want to leave Shira-nee!!!¡° whined Ces, as he held me close to him with his big dragon arms. I was patting his neck, which was just barely in my reach and tried to sooth him: ?Don¡¯t worry Ces, I¡¯ll visit you tomorrow night, promise!!¡° ?R-Really?¡° He hicked, ?Yes really¡° I assured him. I had asked Bob earlier, through telepathy, a skill that comes with force mind manipulation, and he told me, he could connect our rooms, as well as the homes of our patrons, so we could see each other, whenever we wanted. ?Now stop crying, a big boy doesn¡¯t cry¡° I told him softly, making him nod as he let me go, before I felt Luna¡¯s hand on my shoulder and adressed Ces for the last time this night: ?Bye now little dragon, see you tomorrow.¡° The next thing I knew, I was at Luna¡¯s house again.
So, how did you like the fake end? I got the idea from Kestix''s "Dex''s Adventure Through The Elemental Nations" chapter 24, though instead of just a fake cliffhanger, I decided to up it a little and make an entire fake hiatus notice. IMPORTANT The hiatus was a joke, I''ll try to keep up the weekly upload, though I don''t make any guarantee''s. The reviewers wrote that my story is casual and I have absolutely no problems with that, I would just like to note, that I make most of the story and details up as I go. I have a basic outline in my head, but that''s it, so there may be heavier themes and chapters coming. NOT IMPORTANT The NOT IMPORTANT part above was serious though I would like at least one comment concerning the renownedness of Mett outside of Germany, pleeaaase. Bob was really well received last chapter, so I thought why not make him important in this one too? I hope you like his great performance. How did you like Ces? He was literally a lastsecond addition to the story, I first wanted to make a badass black dragon who Shira had to fight in order to befriend him, but then I thought, there are already so many badass black dragons out there, why not make some other kind of dragon? Ces is the result. Did I rush it too much with the pseudo sibling relationship? Please let me know. I think that''s it for today, hope you like it. Bye Chapter 9: I get mah weapon … kind of When I opened my eyes the next morning I saw huge green eyes directly in front of my face, with a shriek I reflexively closed my eyes again and let a force blast erupt in front of me, forcing everything in front of me away. Opening my eyes again, I saw that my blanket had somehow gotten caught on the ceiling, while in the process also binding the being that woke me, it was Yoda by the way, there. It was quite the comical sight, one end of the blanket stuck at the ceiling, while the little green jedi was tangled up in the rest of it and was swinging slowly back and forth with a shocked expression on his face. I couldn¡¯t help myself as I began to giggle at the second thing I saw this morning. Yoda looked at me and then began to chuckle too before using the force to untangle himself and jump down from the ceiling. ?Not trying to wake you up in the future I will be. Good morning Shira and happy birthday.¡° ?Thank you master Yoghurt, but why are you here so early?¡° I asked with a thankful smile, slightly tilting my head to the side. I still called him Yoghurt, because I wasn¡¯t supposed to know that he really was Yoda. He was known as Yoda only to the jedi council, the rest of the order knew him as Yoghurt, the funny and caring old master who took care of and tought the younglings. How nobody figured out, who he really was was a riddle to me, there was a statue of him in the archive and since even the masters of the current masters masters were tought as younglings by Yoghurt, they should by then have figured out the abnormality that was Yoda, but since Rey and Luke were still alive too, them not thinking too much about it would made sense, more or less at least, considering the reason why those three were still alive was unknown to us lower jedi. ?Guests you have, to wake you up and bring you to them I am here¡° That picked my interest. Having a guest was nothing special for a jedi, most of the time family members and childhood friends for those who joined the order at an older than normal age, some jedi had friends they made on missions or in their free time visit, but I had never had a visitor in my two years in the temple. I stayed in contact with my family via holo, as they didn¡®t have an opportunity to leave Cathar yet. ?Really? Who is it? Who is it?¡° I demanded cheerfully as I jumped around Yoghurt happily. An advantage of being a kid again was, being able to be carefree and hyper while not being viewed as crazy by other people and I used this opportunity fully. ?A surprise it is. Make yourself ready in order to meet them you must.¡° He didn¡¯t have to say that more than once as I thrust my hand out causing my locker to swing open and fresh clothes for the new day to jump into my waiting hand before using the force to gently close it again. ?I¡¯ll take just a minute!!¡° I called over my shoulder as I already sprinted in the direction of the bathroom. Inside I closed the door, undressed, using only the force of course, and jumped into the shower. In the shower I seated myself in a crosslegged position and closed my eyes. I concentrated and tried to remove any dirt, dust and anything else that normally is removed in the shower. I wasn¡¯t able to control the force well enough to move the innumerable microscopic particles of impurities that amass on a body during a day and a night yet, but I was able sense them hazily. Sighing and still with closed eyes I turned on the water for an instant and used the force to catch the water. A few drops escaped my grasp and fell to the ground, but I was able to suspend the majority of them in the air. I gently began to move the drops in different patterns and turned on the water again, this time letting it fall down on my body, as I slowly stood up and begn to shower, still making more and more complicated maneuvers with the drops in the air beside me. It wasn¡®t common to use the force like this. Even masters had problems controlling the force precisely enough to manipulate many different small objects in just as many different ways at the same time. It had taken me the whole last year (I was allowed to shower on my own when I turned one) to come this far with my control over the waterdrops, at the beginning I was only able to move them as if they where one object, two if I solely concentrated on that task. This was a training I devised in order to be able to control smaller and smaller, as well as as many different things at the same time as possible. When I began this training I had asked myself, why the Jedi didn¡¯t use the force with the efficency I envisioned, now I knew the answer: It was an unbelievably difficult thing to do. I was one of the greatest talents the order had ever seen, so I was able to work on what I wanted to achieve, but average and even very talented jedi would not be able to control the force this delicately without decades of training. I believed the jedi were aware of the power a force user could potentially achieve if he trained his force usage to be versatile enough, but they didn¡¯t have the means to follow this path. I didn¡¯t know if Yoda, Luke or Rey were able to use the power I aimed to achieve, but they were probably the closest to it. That didn¡¯t mean I was at the level of a knight yet. There may have been few in the order able to use the force as inticrately as I did, but there were many who had much more power and a better connection to the force than I was able to achieve yet. Finishing my shower I used the force again to remove all the water on my body and untangle any eventual knots in my hair and combing it, before dressing myself a small version of the traditional jedi tunic. Normally I would have begun with another item of my personal training schedule then, but since I had guests I decided to skip that part and run out of the bathroom to find Yoda looking at his watch. ?Take ten minutes you did¡° he declared with a strict expression on his face, though his eyes glinted mischievously ?Next time say ten minutes you must¡° I looked at him with a pout and returned: ?If I hadn¡¯t taken my time you¡¯d lecture me about the importance of hygiene¡° He had done that when I asked him to let me wash myself and threatend me that, if I wasn¡¯t able to uphold an appropriate level of hygiene, he wouldn¡¯t let me wash myself until I was eight years old. Yoda just chuckled and turned around beginning to walk in the direction of the waiting room for guests. I threw my pajamas onto my bed and quickly tidied up my room with the force (there wasn¡¯t much to tidy up) before running after Yoda. ?Can¡¯t you use your hoverchair Master?¡° I really wanted to meet these guests who came for me and felt quite giddy about the whole thing, but Yoda was as always, if it didn¡¯t involve playing a game or having a lightsaberfight at least, walking at a snails pace. ?Those who rest, rust they do. Patience you must have little Shira. Not as fast as he used to be this old man is.¡° He cited, though the effect of it was diminished by the teasing smile on his face. With a huff I used the force to lift him off the ground and began to run towards the waiting area. It took us a whole of five minutes to get there, the temple was huge after all and the waiting area wasn¡¯t exactly close to the living quarters.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. When we arrived at the room I put the giggling Yoda, who clearly enjoyed the ride, down and walked through the automatic door. When I looked at the waiting guests I didn¡¯t even need Yoda to tell me who was there to visit me. There they sat, not too far away from the entrance he tall and strong, she with already visible signs of her pregnancy, both with identical broad and happy smiles directed to me on their faces. Without a word I took off running, leaping at them to tackle father to the ground were I felt strong arms embrace me, holding me, filling me with a warmth only a parents love can cause. It was the first time I could embrace my new parents. ?Hello there little Shira, how is my beautiful girl this morning?¡° my father asked in a quiet voice. ?I¡¯m fine daddy, mommy.¡° I replied and let go of my father in order to jump up to hug my mother. I would have tackle-hugged her too, but didn¡¯t think it would be smart to do something like that to a pregnant woman. ?Ohh, my baby¡° my mother whispered with tears in her eyes, it was all in all a very touching reunion scene, that Yoda disturbed: ?Go to Shira¡¯s room we should, privacy there you will have.¡° And so we went back the same way we came, this time taking quite a bit longer due to me not running, though myseriously Yoda¡¯s hoverchair appeared when he left us alone¡­ Father insisted on carrying me the whole way, hugging closely, I didn¡¯t complain, he was quite comfortable. We talked about this and that, anything that came to mind until we reached my room. ?This is really delicious¡° commented mother as my parents sat on pillows on opposite sides of a low coffee table in the middle of my room. I was seated on the seat of honor: My mothers lap, who took great pleasure in patting my head and tail, which felt seriously good and comforting, though I was by now accustomed to petting, it was after all one of Luna¡¯s favorite pastimes whenever I visited her. Each of us had a cup of tea (some things had survived the change of culture since the migration of the human species) and a slice of double layered cheesecake I had made the day before, originally thought for a small birthday celebration tea party I had planned (though nobody knew that), from which mother had just taken her first bite. ?Really you like it? That¡¯s good, I didn¡¯t know if I had made it right.¡° Mother looked at me astonished and voiced: ?You made this? Alone?¡° ?No I had help.¡° ?I thought so, it¡¯s dangerous to work in the kitchen Shira, ¡­¡° ?the force helped me, I will never get hurt, when the force helps me!!¡° I exclaimed with a huge smile, making mother gape again. This time father asked me: ?Then were did you get the recipe? And the ingredients?¡° ?The recipe was in the archive and the nice cooks in the kitchens gave me the ingredients and the kitchen to make it, though they didn¡®t want me to cook and bake without any of them watching me¡° I explained with a pout at the end. Mother sighed in resignation. ?Of course they did, who would leave a two year old alone in the kitchen? At least these people have some common sense. But anyway, could you give me the recipe?¡° ?Of course I will, though it will be hard for you to read.¡° I said and streched out my hand to catch the page that just floated through the room (completly at random, I didn¡¯t have anything to do with it, I swear) and gave it to mother. ?Which language is that? I have never seen anything like it!¡° exclaimed mother, causing father to stand up and round the table in order to get a look at the strange runes written on the page. ?I don¡¯t know what it is either¡° he said and turned to me, ?and I didn¡¯t know our daughter had learned another language¡° I giggled at them and revealed: ?It isn¡¯t in another language, it¡¯s in basic.¡° My parents looked at me confused as I continued: ?This is ancient human script, from the time before humans came to Coruscant, they called the language English. English is the same spoken language as basic but the writing is completely different.¡° ?So in the jedi archives are even documents from that era?¡° ?The archive is the place with the most knowledge and information gathered in one place in the whole galaxy, if you dig deep enough it¡¯s unbelievable what you might stumble over.¡° Though I hadn¡¯t really stumbled over this recipe. It was the recipe of a cake I loved in my first life. I had searched for this particular recipe in the storage of ancient human culture I found. ?I can translate it to basic if you want and mail it to you when you are back home.¡° I offered, smiling at mother. ?I would like that, thank you¡° mother replied smiling back at me. Father too smiled and ruffled my hair before returning to his seat and continuing to eat his cake. ?By the way, how come you¡¯re here? I¡¯m really happy that you visit me, but I thought you had to stay back at Cathar or be imprisoned by the security forces.¡° Father sighed and laid down his fork before explaining: ?There is unrest back on Dubrillion, the people have demanded of the senate to reinstate the Drayen dynasty on their planet. Our family ruled Dubrillion since the days of Risha and Ducion Drayen five thousand years ago and in that whole time there wasn¡¯t a single rebellion or any large dissatisfaction among the people. Our planet was peaceful until the brief rule of the galactic empire and again from then on until the days of my father. The senator of Dubrillion turned to the jedi council for their help in finding me and the council sent master J¡¯zargo who brought us here to Coruscant in order to attend the senate session that is to decide about my fate and that of Dubrillion. As the one who spoke the most against my fathers uprising and because of the fact I have a daughter who is going to become a jedi I¡¯m probably going to be crowned king of Dubrillion. Considering today is your birthday we decided to come by for a surprise visit. Had we come any other day we would¡¯ve announced our visit. That of course leads us to ¡­¡° he reached behind in order to bring forward a backpack he had carried around the whole time. He opened it and took out a wrapped box on order to give it to me, taking my hand and at the same time as mother lovingly saying: ?Happy Birthday Shira!¡° I let a huge grin conquer my face as I jumped at and tightly hugged him, all the while proclaiming: ?Thank you!! Thank you!!!¡° My parents just laughed as mother wrapped her hands around fathers neck, hugging me between them. After we broke our hug I took the box from father and unwrapped it. What came out was an ornate cube made from polished dark wood mounted by a chasing of silver and a lightly glowing glass like substance. Judging from the clasp and the hinges on the back of it, it was a case. I opened it and saw a pendant consisting of a single translucent crystal, glowing in all the colours of a rainbow from it¡¯s insides embedded in a small silver crown. It was a breathtakingly beautiful, but what made it really interesting was the connection in the force I felt. The crystal seemed to resonate with me and the moment I opened the case I knew, this cristal was meant for me. ?It¡¯s so beautiful!!¡° I called in wonderment as I took the pendant from it¡¯s velvety white bed and held it up by it¡¯s silver chain to look at it more in detail. Along the rim oft he crown it depicted there was a stroke proclaiming: GLADIVSFILIAEREGISLVNAE. With my rusted Latin skills I was able to translate it: The sword of the moonprincess.
Whelps, here''s the next chapter, a little late I guess, didn''t have as much time this week. IMPORTANT I got a ton of positive comments about Bob, a character that wasn''t originally supposed to be in the story, I made him on a whim while writing chapter 7 and didn''t really plan to further include him, but thanks to your comments I created another scene with him and will continue to do so, so keep the comments coming, they''ll aid me in making this story better. When I began this chapter I didn''t know what to write, it kind of became a chapter showcasing Shira''s training, by the way, if you want to you can guess what kind of power Shira wants to achieve, a little foreshadowing of it is in this chapter, also the one who gets closest to guessing what kind of power her new weapon has (I think it''s obvious what kind of wepon it is, it''s about special ability) and the backstory of it, get''s a virtual pancake filled with pudding. NOT IMPORTANT As you may have guessed from the important section I have decided on what kind of virtual food to give out: Pancakes filled with Pudding (from now on just pancakes). Hope you like my choice. Every week it''s the same struggle of thinking of something to write down here, I''m honestly impressed by the authors who are able to write those long authors notes, well knowing nobody''s gonna read them ... So, hope you liked this chapter, please give me a few comments, and reviews (thosetwo reviews are getting lonely) Until we meet in the comment section Bye Chapter 10: One session to rule them all and Bob is mean It was the first time I left the jedi temple since my arrival there. I sat in a speeder heading to the tower of the senate with my mother and my father, as well as Yoda, grandmaster Skywalker and master J¡®zargo, though I didn¡¯t know why those three were coming along. There wasn¡¯t any conversation, but a somewhat tense silence on board, this would after all decide the fate of an entire planet and all the people living on it. When we reached the huge plaza in front of the senates tower, I couldn¡¯t help but let my jaw drop a bit. In front of me was a towering building, it¡¯s shape somewhat like a mushroom but all in all huge enough to be awe inspiring. Sure the jedi temple was just as big, if not bigger than the senate building, but people, in my opinion, should always be awed seeing such a building for the first time. When we walked out of the speeder I took both my parents hands as we walked inside the building. When I looked around I was relieved I had changed my clothes, everyone here had on some pompous robe or beautiful, luxurious dress, everyone but the jedi masters by our side who wore their usual simple beige tunics and brown coats. Even my parents were clothed in extravagant clothing, though it wasn¡¯t as gaudy as the clothes the other people wore, my father wore a simple black suit, which was, if he was to be believed the traditional clothing of male members of the royal family of Dubrillion (it really looked just like a modern black suit, with a blue dressshirt and black leather shoes), while mother wore a flowing black and silver robe similar to a kimono which succeded in conceiling her growing belly. I myself had a silver and blue sundress with silver slippers my parents had brought with them, though it was a puzzle to me, how they were able to procure something that fitted me so perfectly. Oh and I had my new pendant around my neck of course, showcasing my identity as the first princess of Dubrillion. Because that was what it was: the pendant of Dubrillions first princess. Father had told me it¡¯s story after he gave it to me. It was an ancient heirloom of the Drayen family, the crystal was found by Ducion and Risha Drayen during the war of the eternal throne and brought back ?because it was shiny¡° as the then future king Ducion said. In a ceremony after the war ended, Ducion collapsed and had a dream of the crystal in the hands of an undiscernable girl and a multitude of voices demanding at the same time: ?Thou shall bestow this crystal upon the first of princesses of Dubrillion and the first princess after her and even the one after her until one time a princess shall be born who shall craft a blade of it surpassing any other blade. So mote it be.¡° After the last echoes of the voice had ended, Ducion had seen a writing in silver, which had burned itself into his brain: GLADIUSFILIAEREGISLUNAE before he woke up again. After his dream he had asked the present grandmaster of the jedi, Satele Shan, about his dream and was told to heed the command of the voice and so he went to a jeweller and tasked him to make this pendant which from then on was given to each first princess until it reached me. When Yoda had seen it he imediately recognised it as a lightsaber crystal, though he hadn¡¯t ever seen one quite like it. Anyway, we walked through the senate building without any problems, except having to greet and being greeted by everyone we happened to come across. When we finally reached the hover platform of the senator of Dubrillion my head was swimming with all kinds of names and titles of polititians and rulers. There was a surprising amount of rulers, kings, queens, presidents and any other kind of leaders present, confirming my suspition of the great political impact of todays session. There also was a great nuber of stares directed at me. It wasn¡¯t as bad as it could be, the galaxy was after all crawling with all kinds of strange species, but no one of these no doubt far travelled politicians had ever seen a human with cat ears and cat tail. Though I prepared myself before stepping onto the hoverplatform of the dubrillionan delegation I was still awestruck when I first came into the session hall of the republic senate. It looked close enough to the movies, but to see it on the screen and to see it with your own to eyes were two entirely different matters. ?Your Majesty!¡° came the voice of a woman, I looked in the direction it came from and saw a bowing elder human woman in a luxurious robe, ?It is an honor to finally meet you again.¡° ?Ah senator Dimaen, it¡¯s nice to see you again, how long has it been, eleven years? twelve?¡° ?It has been thirteen years, we last met when you declared your father a lunatic and left with just one heirloom of the royal family when you were just fourteen years old. May I ask what you have been doing all this time?¡° The senator asked in a respectful but still curious voice. ?Really nothing much, I just studied medicine and when the security forces began search for any remaining Drayens I went into hiding, fell in love, married and got a daughter.¡° Father answered quite nonchalantly. ?So these two are our new queen and princess then, it is my absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance your majesties, my name Felicity Dimaen, the senator of Dubrillion¡° she exclaimed and bowed deeply again. Mother smiled at her and said: ?I am Sheila, Marcus¡® wife it¡¯s nice to meet you¡° When all looked at me I introduced myself in a cheerful voice: ?I¡¯m Shira, nice to meetcha¡° The senator was going to say something else, but she was interrupted by a loud male voice, which proclaimed: ?Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats, it is time for this session of the senate to begin.¡° All eyes went to the center of the great conference hall as the seat of the chancellor and his secretaries rose up. The chairman of session stood there in his ornate ceremonial garb and his long staff. Unsirprisingly it wasn¡¯t Mas Ameda anymore, but a tall black haired and skinned man with imposing figure and a booming deep voice. Next to him sat the highest chancellor, an Ithorian. The first Ithorian highest chancellor to be precise, he was an exceedingly popular politician and leader with a name unpronuncable without two mouths and four gorges, like the name of any Ithorian. To the public he was known as Rr¡¯brrlthornk or simply as chancellor Thorn. The chairman once hit the floor with his staff, making a loud bang resound in the hall and gravely recited: ?I hereby declare this session of the senate of the New Galactic Republic¡° here he made a pause, turning and sweeping over the whole room with his eyes, before again hitting the floor with his staff, ?as commenced¡° ?The first item on today¡¯s list ist he question wether or not to reinstate the Drayen family as the royal family of the planet Dubrillion or not. As a reminder, thirteen years ago the late ruler of Dubrillion, Navos Drayen founded a seperatistic movement and started a rebellion alongside the surrounding planets against the rule of the Republic. Their uprising brought a warlike state to the surrounding systems, thus forcing the senate to send the republic army and the jedi order to put down the aggressors. All members of the Drayen dynasty on Dubrillion were imprisoned or killed in battle. Now the people, common populace and the ancient noble houses of Dubrillion alike have demanded to let the former first prince, Marcus Drayen, who half a year before the start of the uprising left in disagreement to his fathers decisions, return and take up the crown of the kings of Dubrillion, like his ancestors have for more than five thousand years. I call Marcus Drayen forward to state his case.¡° A murmur went through the crowds of delegates as the chairman sat back down and our booth began to float down towards the platform of the chancellor. Father stood up and began with a calm but strong voice: ?My name is Marcus Drayen, I am as you know the former first prince of Dubrillion. When I was fifteen I left my homeplanet because of the way my familiy had changed. In my childhood my father ruled kindly over his kingdom, like his father before him and like his father¡¯s father before him. But one day he took in a traveler who had come exhausted to our front doors, bringing us ancient artifacts he thought belonged to our family. After a while while he had earned my fathers respect. The man became fathers advisor and I had to watch as my family and the whole government gradually changed and their rule became stricter and more unfair, as the people began to demonstrate the government blamed the Republic for the hard times and after a while rebelled with the support of the people. I left half a year before the Rebellion, taking with me only an ancient family heirloom fathers new advisor wanted to destroy and enough money to live for a while. I fled to here to Coruscant and began to study medicine. When the Rebellion had ended and the security forces began to seek for any missing members of my family, I decided to hide on a planet with low republic influence, on Cathar. For eleven years I lived there, married a wonderful woman and had a beautiful daughter. I am happy with my life on Cathar and don¡¯t desire the throne of Dubrillion, but I recognize my responsibility and duty to the people of my homeworld and am willing to do my best to govern and protect them. Thank you.¡° He bowed and sat down. Applause came from the delegates of the other systems. My father looked at me with a questioning gaze, I smiled and gave him a thumbs up before jumping into his lap. It was a good speech, though it was short, just a retelling of the relevant events and a explanation of his current circumstances, all the while not trying to obviously or aggresively appeal to the crowd, he offered it without stuttering or faltering and with a sure and truthful voice, making everyone want to believe him. On the right corner of my field of vision I could see a yellow light flare up. The chairman stood up again and proclaimed: ?I give the word to the delegation of Corellia¡° A booth came floating toward us, mounted by a twi¡¯lek and two humans. One of the humans spoke up: ?I and I am sure many others of the here present delegates am wondering who this man was you seem to blame for the deeds of your family and what kind of heirloom would be so important as to save it from destruction through it¡¯s owners.¡° Another murmur ran through the hall. My father was about to speak again but master J¡¯zargo interrupted him. ?I believe I can shed some light on this mystery.¡° The chairman spoke again: ?The word belongs to master J¡¯zargo, representative of the jedi council.¡° ?Thank you. As you may all remember, I myself led the final assault on the capital of Dubrillion. When I arrived inside the palace I was confronted by a man with a red lightsaber and knowledge of the force: A sith. I beat him in the following duel, but he managed to flee heavily wounded. Since then there hasn¡¯t been even a rumor about him or other sith so you all might have forgotten about the incident. Through the use of the force it is possible to influence the mind of other people, with long exposure even their whole character can be changed, for better and for worse. That¡¯s one of the reasons we jedi aren¡¯t allowed political positions and generally don¡¯t meddle with the matters of the senate. Concerning the heirloom, it¡¯s an ancient pendant, which has been handed down to each first princess of Dubrillion for the last five thousand years. It was discovered by the legendary Ducion Drayen, a hero of the war with the Sith Empire. Said hero got a message from the force to always hand it down to the first princess of his line. We have identified the pendant as a unique lightsaber crystal. Inscripted on the pendant in an ancient human language are the words: ?The sword of the moonprincess¡® , leading us to believe, that it¡¯s destined to be wielded by the first female force sensitive from the Drayen line, which so happens to be young Shira here.¡° I chose this moment to brightly smile and wave at all the people in front of me.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. I could distinguish some ?Awww¡° sounds coming from some of the delegates, but chose to ignore it. Another flash of light and another booth came forward, this time from Kuat: ?So the allmighty jedi can¡¯t find a single one of their sworn enemies, despite their precious force?¡° ?The galaxy is vast, senator. Even the jedi order can¡¯t know of everything happening in it¡¯s far reaches. We have been searching for him and others of his order constantly since the fall of the first order more than a thousand years ago and we will continue to do so until the end of our existence. But we have other duties, our knights and masters are constantly roaming the galaxy, helping it¡¯s dwellers and resolving conflicts. The force grants us great power, but there is no such thing as allmighty.¡° J¡¯zargo didn¡¯t even seem fazed by the quip of the Kuati and replied with a patient and clear voice, like he was teaching a child. The Kuati senator seemed indignant at the veiled questioning of his intelligence but knew better than to try and argue with a jedi: ?That may be so, but what makes you think that this Marcus Drayen isn¡¯t in league with this Sith too?¡° Without pause J¡¯zargo explained: ?There are multiple reasons for that, but chief among them are the facts that we can¡¯t feel even the slightest lie from him ever since he was in our presence and the fact that he married a Cathar. The ancient Sith empire was deeply racistic and even if sometimes a non human was allowed in their ranks, a marriage between a human and a non human was seen as unnatural and disgusting. In the empire, both the ancient one and the recent galactic empire interracial marriage and copulation was outlawed. There too is Marcus¡® specialization in herbal medicine and is love for plants. Sith tend to be homicidal and not interested in things that grow and people influenced by them usually share that trait.¡° The Kuati wanted to say something against J¡¯zargo, but another bang hindered him. Everyone looked in the direction of the chairman, only to see the chancellor stand. Rr¡¯brrlthornk began to speak, surprisingly in basic: ?I understand that Marcus Drayen has the backing of the jedi order, is that correct?¡° This time it was Luke who stood up and spoke: ?The jedi order vouches for his worthiness.¡° Again there were murmurs, the backing of the Jedi wasn¡¯t easy to get after all. The chancellor nodded and continued: ?Then I believe it is time for the vote. Those who vote for the reinstatement of the Drayen dynasty flare a green light, those who are against it flare a red light.¡° He sat down again and suddenly the whole hall was illuminated by a bright green light. The vote was unanimous, nobody would want to out themselves and be seen as opposed to the jedi after all. Due to the ability to heal the galaxy from the damage the galactic empire and the first order and the myths and legends running rampart during that chaotic time, the jedi were seen as some kind of deities by the majority of the people and since no other organization of trained force users existed, there was no one equal to a jedi. Even if there were senators and delegates in the senate, who didn¡¯t like or approve of the jedi, they wouldn¡¯t risk openly opposing them, thus whenever a case was backed by the jedi, the vote was unanimous, though it was extremely rare for the jedi to interfere in the politics, the last time was in order to stop the rebellion of my family and their allies, as all the senate did was discussing endlessly, not sending anyone to deal with the situation and leaving the seperatists to do as they pleased. So the jedi stepped in and organized a batallion of troups to put down the threat. The jedi were peacekeepers, no soldiers and to fight an organized rebellion with huge starships, tanks and the like, an assault team of jedi would not exactly be the best way to deal with them. Though I myself didn¡¯t believe that. I had felt the powerlevel of Yoda, Luke and Rey, each of those three was strong enough to tear down an entire starfleet no problem, but if they did that it would send the wrong message about the jedi way and the people would look at them with fear of the terrible power the jedi were able to command, thus damaging the relationship between the order and the people of the Republic. On short term sending one of the orders powerhouses to deal with the uprising would save more lives, but in the long term it would cause an alienization of jedi and fear of asking them for help for a long time, causing maybe more damage than the brief civil war had. The voice of the chancellor awakened me from my musings: ?The result of our vote is unanimous, as of today the Drayen dynasty with Marcus Drayen as it¡¯s head has been given back the rule over the planet of Dubrillion!¡° His words were answered by a large applause and loud cheers. I didn¡¯t really know how to feel. Happy for my family to be back in their rightful position or sorry for them. They were going to have to babysit a whole planet after all, I could imagine many things more interesting than that. Or relieved that I¡¯d become a jedi and wouldn¡¯t have to deal with it myself. I heard my father let out a huge sigh behind me as he muttered: ?Great, back to babysitting a whole planet¡° Huh, we were similar after all. He lifted me up and set me down on the floor before standing up and speaking to the crowd: ?Honored members of he senate, I thank you for the trust you set in me and will do my best to lead Dubrillion back to it¡¯s former peaceful and respected position.¡° There was another applause. I didn¡¯t understand why it lasted so long though. I always hated it if people applaused too often or too long, a little was fine as aknowledgment and praise but to do it too much is just annoying for the one on stage, that¡¯s from experience, I always felt uncomfortable if the crowd applauded me too much. When the applause had ended, my father continued: ?As my first act in my new position I wish to ask for the abolishment of a certain law, which only exists on one planet: the law that outlaws the existence of Nekomata on Cathar."
I sighed as I lay down on the soft matress of my bed. It had been a really draining day, most of all the endless discussions of the senate. The reinstatement of the Drayen dynasty and the outlawing of the outlawing of Nekomata had been done very quickly (the law had been abolished, against modern ethics, backing oft he jedi, the only existing Nekomata too cute to kill (I am not narcistic at all) etc.), but after that was a matter concerning the eventual increase oft he taxrate, the seemingly recurring discussion about the needed strength of the republic army and other such things. I knew those were kind of important, but the thing was, that I wasn¡¯t allowed to leave until the lunchbreak, as all entrances were sealed during the session, though I was wondering how they would react to emergencies, there was after all even an electromagnetic field blocking any kind of communication to the outside. Meh, they probably had some emergency protocol, those were the people who kept the republic running after all (of course that was probably done by the backstage guys and gals, not the ones making grand speeches in front of the people). It was boooooring. Though after that came my birthday party. It was totally surprising for me, it was not normal for jedi to have birthday parties, maybe a small tea party for the closest friends and family, but nothing of the magnitude I got: One of the bigger training rooms had been decorated, with holo banner ploclaiming in bright silver letters ?HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHIRA¡°. I knew I was popular within the order, but this was bordering ridiculous, the whole council was there, most of the younglings and a high number of Padawan, Knights and Masters, there were even some non-jedi. Most likely almost all of the jedi residing in the temple at the time were there. It was really fun, but I suspected they just used my birthday as the excuse for a big party, there weren¡¯t many parties in the temple after all. One notable thing was the appearance of the director of a holo-net company. As far as I understood, the director had heard from master Rey, who was more or less the face of the order on the holo-net, of my singing voice. I loved to sing after all and sometimes I just began to sing, regardless of were I was or who was around. The director told me about the unexplanable decline in the singing capability of the galaxies residents and begged me to make a few recordings for him. I agreed but only on the condition he would also play other music I would send over from time to time. I wouldn¡¯t come to his studio and I would be anonimous, I already had enough attention, I didn¡¯t need any more. I would do the recordings in the culture storage, in there were state of the art studios of varying sizes so I could just do all the recordings by myself. Anyway back to the present, I closed my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep, expecting the usual three choices, but instead I was directly transported to what looked like a gaming room, waiting there were Bob, Luna, Diana and Ces. I could only take a glimpse, before the dragon lunged forward and hugged me with his front legs and his wings while happily shouting: ?Shira-nee!!¡° Now, normally if you were to be hugged by a dragon you would be squashed like a bug, but somehow Ces succeeded in controlling his strength so that I could only feel a slight squeeze. His happiness to see me was heartwarming and when he let go I had a huge smile on my face, I couldn¡¯t help myself. ?Hi little bro, how was your day?¡° ?It was really fun, mommy took me flying and showed me a really cool track, we even had a race¡­¡° I listened as he recounted the day with a wagging tail behind him. Somewhere around the tale of the afternoon, he suddenly stopped talking. His mouth continued to move but no sound came out. Then Bob began to speak: ?As wonderful as it is to watch your sibling bonding time, we are here for a purpose. Shira I have something really important to tell you, but that can wait for now. First we must do something far more important¡­¡° He made a dramatic pause as his till now jovial face changed into a serious and grim visage. Until now I hadn¡¯t seen him even close as serious as he looked now, granted I didn¡¯t know him for long, but till now he seemed really laid back and always ready to crack a joke or pull a crazy stunt, even when he reprimanded Vritos he seemed carefree, but now he looked all the part of the ruler of all existence. And then the Lord commanded: ?Let us play mario kart¡° ¨C and it was done. *pflatsch* That was the sound as all of us, excluding Bob and Ces did a face palm. Nonetheless without arguing we began to play and after a few rounds I turned to Bob: ?So what was this important thing you wanted to tell me?¡° ?DAMN YOU AND YOUR SHELLS¡° was what he answered. I had just stolen the first position from him by bombarding him with a barrage of green and red shells. ?Oh, sorry, what was it again ¡­ a yes it was about that lightsaber crystal of yours.¡° ?What about it? Is there somethng wrong with it?¡° ?I wouldn¡¯t say wrong, it¡¯s just that I was the one who sent it to the galaxy and gifted it¡¯s finder with a vision. Though I wouldn¡¯t have thought it would take that long for a suitable wielder to appear. This weapon is destined for you and in this life you won¡¯t find any other crystal that is suitable for your sword. Normally I wouldn¡¯t do this, but since I really like you I will tell you of the special powers it has ¡­¡° So it really did have special powers. I suspected it, after all why else should there be a unique crystal destined for a specific person if they didn¡¯t have special power? As such I turned my focus fully to Bob, who too looked at me. ?This crystal was created by me personally, though I didn¡¯t know who it was meant for, I could have known, but I don¡®t like looking into the future, it¡¯s boring to know of everything before it happens, but I knew that they would be a princess and be related to the moon. So that¡¯s the phrase I carved into the mind of the one who found it. You see this crystal of terrible power is used in the construction of a lightsaber, the result would be a blade unlike any other¡­¡° The tension was thick in the room, even little Ces understood that something important was happening, all of us leaned forward to hear what kind of power the crystal contained. Bob took a deep breath and said in a gravely, deep voice: ?A completely normal lightsaber with rainbow coloring¡° Eh? There was no sound in the room as all except Bob had a gobsmacked expression on their faces. And then Bob began to laugh hysterically, even beginning to roll around and pummeling the floor with his fists as he brought out between his laughs: ?I HAHAHAHA made this to see the reaction of the unlucky princess when she realized she would remain in memory as ?the rainbow jedi¡® BWAAHAHAHAHAH.¡° I couldn¡¯t believe it. This was so, soo¡­ So typical Bob. ?Ahh, I won¡° He didn¡¯t even pause the game.
Here''s the next chapter, hope you like it IMPORTANT I''m completely unsure about the session of the senate, please give me a comment about it. I didn''t include the rest of the session, I didn''t want to make it too long, as it was a in myopinionrather importat part, though it was necessary to write all this backstory in there. There are of course methods to make it interesting, but they are either not realistic or I have not the ability to come up with them on time. I had a hard time deciding whether or not to make a cliffhanger this chapter, but I decided not to. It would be really disappointing to wait a week for the revealing of the great power of the lightsaber. I could have revealed it later in the story, but I thought it would be mega disappointing to build up great expectations for her weapon. The reason I didn''t give Shira a special lightsaber? Simple: She already is a monster and the lightsaber in itself is an overpowered weapon, why should I make it even more overpowered? NOT IMPORTANT Eeeeeeeh, what should I write here today? Did you know, that I have as of this moment exactly 50 comments for this story? And exactly 85 followers? Those numbers are somewhat ... I don''t know maybe it''s just me. There was also a day last week, were almost the whole day the number of average views was 666... I even made a comment for that on that day, don''t know if you read it. Did you know I made the biggest comment I have yet seen on this website below last chapter? If someone read it, please tell me if it made any sense, it''s an important number of reasons why this story will play out as it will (I think, as I haven''t planned out the details for the story yet) and will (hopefully) fill a number of potential plotholes. Well that''s it for today, I originally planned to make the senate session and the revelation of the "power" of Shira''s lightsaber two different chapters, but I already had it written to a point that felt comfortable to end the chapter and I decided to just combine them into one. Bye, see you in the comments. P.S.: Could I have some more reviews? Pretty please, with a cherry (scratch that, I hate cherrys), I mean with a strawberry on top? Chapter 11: Go away years, just go away ?Come on tell me were we are going!¡° ?Not a surprise it would be, if tell you I would.¡° At the moment I was walking down a corridor with Yoda again. It had been a few weeks since my second birthday and Yoda said, he had a surprise for me, so now we were walking toward the surprise. It didn¡¯t take long to get there, only a few minutes and we stood before a door Yoda blocking me from going inside with his cane. ?Advanced for your age you are, therefore agreed that you begin with this earlier the council has. Begin your basic education will today.¡° Why that was a surprise? I had pestered Yoda about allowing me to begin my education early. My reaction was hugging him tightly, all the while thanking him vigorously. Chuckling and when I had finally let him go he pressed the button on the side of the door and it slid open to reveal a room closely resembling a classroom from my past life, only way more advanced and bigger in size. Also there were more students, at least a hundred by my estimate. Their age seemed to be around five to six years, though it was hard to tell for the more alien looking children. All their eyes shot to us as all the previous talking and laughing stopped. Yoda led me to a seat in the first row, were all the kids of smaller species sat and gave me a smile before continuing to the desk in the front of the room. I was quite giddy to begin. Like anyone sane I didn¡¯t like school in my first life. But now it was different: I now had a way more mature mind then last time and I had to succesfully go through this teaching program in order to become a padawan. I had already begun with the practical training, but a jedi also needed an extensive education. It was an intense program lasting a whole seven years after which the younglings would either be chosen as a padawan or, if they chose not to continue their training as a jedi (which almost never happened), continued their education in any area they wanted to go on and live a normal life. Though even those who didn¡¯t become jedi were banned from taking a political position or using the force for their own advantage within their position. It was rare for something like that to happen, almost all younglings were at some point in their training chosen by a master. Another reason why I looked in anticipation at school here was interest in their education. What would the children in an technologically more advanced dimension with an interconnected galaxy learn? It would have to be more than the children learned on earth and I was curious about the didactic methods used to accomplish the needed high speed eduction. I was studying to be a teacher in my past life after all. When I had taken my seat I looked to the left and the right to see, who my neighbors were. On my right sat an Ugnaught. That was bad, I always got a headache if an Ugnaught began to speak. I don¡¯t have anything against them, but the sounds they made weren¡¯t good for my ears. On my left was a curious creature, she kind of looked like a fairy, a pretty girl with long, glowing blond hair about as big as an average humans forearm, with four translucent wings on her back. The name of this fairy species was Nirvya (plural: Nirvyaei), this specific nirvya went by the name of Sal¨ºrah or L¨ºrah, as I like to call her. She was one of the younglings I befriended. I might even call her my best friend. She waved at me, recieving a happy smile in return. That was the moment I heard Yoda¡¯s voice from the front of the room: ?Younglings, happy I am to welcome you to school. Learn here you will every thing that necessary you might find. Teach you I will about jedi philosophies. Begin we will with the Jedi code. Know the Jedi code everybody does yes?¡° There was a confirming murmur througout the room. ?Good, good, then Youngling Sal¨ºrah, tell us the code you can?¡° Without hesitation L¨ºrah answered in a cute and high pitched, though not too high pitched, voice (one of the reasons I liked her so much): ?Yes master, There is no emotion, there is peace There is no ignorance, there is knowledge There is no passion, there is serenity There is no chaos, there is harmony There is no death, there is the force¡° ?Yes, right you are, understand what it means somebody does? Yes, youngling Furnier?¡° This time the voice of a boy came from somewhere behind me: ?It means, that jedi aren¡¯t allowed to feel anything and are always calm so we can use the force with justice, right?¡° Well, you couldn¡¯t expect much from children after all, even if they were raised in the order. ?A common belief among the people and of many jedi that is. You disagree, youngling Shira?¡° That geezer really was able to read minds. I sighed silently and explained: ?Yes master, in my opinion Furniers statement stands in direct contradiction to the code. If we try to destroy all our emotions, to me it seems equal to fearing them. A life without emotion is not possible for a sentient being. Emotions can be suppressed, concealed and calmed, but living an entire life suppressing your emotions as if they were a danger just builds up those emotions until one day they burst forth, sometimes causing someone to lose him or herself. Instead jedi should accept their emotions. By searching inner peace, calming ones emotions through meditation the jedi connects to the force. In order to calm ones emotion and use the force in a controlled way, the mind must be strong. The jedi tempers his or her mind with knowledge. The three last lines represent the goals of the jedi order: Inner peace, the harmonic coexistence of every sentient being in the galaxy and the eternal connection with the force, transcending even death. There are few jedi who succeed in fulfilling the last goal of the jedi. I think there are two ways to do that: Remaining concious while becoming one with the force in death, thus living on as a force spirit, or becoming one with the force while alive, like grandmaster Skywalker, master Rey, the former grandmaster Yoda and you master Yoghurt. But of course I could be wrong, it is after all for everyone to decide, how they interpret the code.¡° There was a heavy silence after that. Looking around I saw that almost none of the other younglings seemed to get it. Though I could see a look of contemplation on L¨ºrah¡¯s face. Another reason I befriended her: Of all the younglings I met, she was the smartest. ?Popular since the rise of the new jedi order that interpretation of the code is, correct it seems, in the new order better connected to the force the jedi are. A question you have, youngling Kemir?¡° ?Yes master, what does that intretation mean?¡° That caused Yoda to chuckle again, he did that a lot. ?An interpretation, how something you understand it is. What saying youngling Shira is, only applied while using the force the code should be.¡° Now I wasn¡¯t so giddy anymore. Explaining complicated philosophies to first graders? I could imagine more interesting things. The rest of the mornings were similar, maths, grammar, science, history, typical schoolwork. The good thing was, that all the younglings seemed already capable of reading and writing, It would be even worse watching first graders learning to read and write than learning philosophies with them. Oh and in the future the more than a hundred younglings would be seperated into courses depending on their learning speed in the different subjects, so I would be with the genius class. Force sensitive children were generally smarter than normal children, so the highest class would be one consisting of true geniuses, while the lowest class would still have an above average learning curve. After the regular schoolwork was done, there was a lunch break, followed by the after lunch meditation. Meditation was an important item on the daily schedule of a jedi, it was the first thing we did in the morning (exceptions could be made, for example an early visitor), there was a time after lunch, when no jedi moved a muscle, and it was the last thing to do before going to bed. The younglings learned how to meditate in school, meaning I sat on the side meditating alongside another few of the more intelligent of the bunch, who had figured meditating out themselves, while Yoda and other jedi masters tought the others how to properly meditate in order to find inner peace and connect to the force. When every youngling had meditated for at least ten minutes, we were lead into one of the training rooms, were other masters began teaching us the way of the lightsaber. The meditation teachers went to meditate. After the lightsaber training was done, we were left to do what we wanted. There was one day every seven days free, sunday was still popular. That was my official schedule. In reality I did a whole lot more than that. After I finished my morning meditation and had done my morning ritual every day, I would use the force to actively press against each of my movements. Each. Single. Movement.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. I had begun with that when I was one and a half years old, it was really exhausting, but it began to inflate my physical stats and my force telekinesis. During schooltime I only listened if there was something I didn¡¯t already know, if there was nothing new I meditated while working on my micro manipulation. When school was out I would play with a few of the other younglins until dinner, after which I went down into the culture center, were I would make music. After school began I had a new idea, of how to make music which required more than on instrument: I would use the force to play them. I had the idea while longingly staring at my old violin, wishing I could play it. My old violin? Yes the exact violin I owned when I lived on earth, it wasn¡¯t the best of violins, but it was still a very good one, valuable enough to cost as much as a new car. Then it had struck me that I could use the force to make music on the different instruments. It was hard. Very hard. From the moment I tried playing the piano and the violin at the same time, it felt like using twenty arms to do twenty completely different things, which basically was exactly what I did. In other words a way to insanely train my force telekinesis, even more than the thing with the water I did in the shower, my dexterity and my intelligence. I did train the other force abilities too, for half of each day I would close my eyes and plug my ears and nose in order to train my force sense. I was still able to hear enough to converse, but not enough to be able to orientate my self using sound. And during the whole day I would use force mind manipulation to prank anybody who wouldn¡¯t notice me messing with their thoughts and actions. Was that okay? Of course not, I was constantly in conflict with myself about it, but I wouldn¡¯t make them do anything too out of the ordinary or something they wouldn¡¯t do. Sometimes it was even helpful to them. I slowly learned to sense the emotions of most people and even a little of the surface thoughts of those with low intelligence. I didn¡¯t want to invade in people¡¯s privacy like that, but being able to read my opponents mind during a fight would make me a very hard to fight opponent. Of course I also began to try and build up heavy shields around my own mind. It wasn¡¯t just others mind I could manipulate, I was even better at manpulating my own, though I didn¡¯t have a mindscape like some fictional characters tended to have in my old world. At least not yet. Before my evening meditation I would talk to my parents over the holo every day, they were really busy with getting settled on Dubrillion and all the work that had tob e done in order to rule it, but they always had time for me. Oh and on sundays I relaxed. I didn¡¯t want to have a burn out. All I did on Sundays was meditate, eat, play, meditate, read, meditate, eat again and meditate. Relaxing in it¡¯s purest form. Nighttime was busy too, I didn¡¯t have as much alone time with Luna as before, I had to care for Ces now after all and Bob would come by most days to play mario kart. And other games. Even he had to admit that mario kart wasn¡¯t able to be fun for an eternity without playing anything in between. This is how four years passed and my time in the school came to an end. I had skipped a few grades in between and now it was time for me to get a master. How that was done? The eligible younglings went by a long row of masters who didn¡¯t have a padawan and where willing to teach one. The masters had their eyes closed and sat in a cross legged meditation position until they felt the possibility of a connection with one of the younglings. In the old order the masters would observe the younglings in a sword fight, but with the new method the compability of master and student was guaranteed. There was no maximum age to become a padawan, after all in the new order all force sensitives were welcome to be trained as jedi, even if they were already grown up. Though it was commonly agreed, that the earlier the training begun, the more likely it was for a jedi to reach his or her full potential. That said there wasn¡¯t a minimum age limit either, though I was probably the youngest candidate for becoming a padawan yet. I was really nervous, looking at the two rows of jedi masters, each sitting on a podest and connected to the force, building up an immense pressure. I was the last in line to go through this corridor between the masters, the oldest would go first and the youngest last, while we would pass the masters first and the knights after that. There were more candidates for this test than in the youngling class, if I were to guess, I would say about onehundredfifty people, about onehundred of us were first time applicants (ranging from the ages 10 to 13 and me with my 6 years), the others were either grown ups, who started their jedi training at a more advanced age, or teenagers, who until now didn¡¯t have the luck of getting a master. It took a while for all the people in front of me to be done and when the time finally came, I was relieved. Not because I had to wait, any jedi had to master the trait patience after all, no I was relieved because the two boys who waited in front of me were gone. They had constantly chatted animately, annoying the hell out of me. I waited a few seconds in order to calm myself and folded my hands in front of me, before entering a meditative state and slowly beginning to walk in between the masters. It took a whole lot of ten seconds, before I was already stopped by the master sitting on the third seat of the left side, luckily a woman. She was a master I had never seen before, considering there were more than tenthousand jedi it was understandable that I didn¡¯t know her, but I was sure I had never even seen her in the temple before, but she must be quite wise and powerful to sit this near to the beginning of the row. The first twelve seats on each side were known as the candidate seats. They belonged to those masters, who were in consideration for the next free position of the council, should one of the members die or retire. This time only nine of the council candidates were present. The woman who seemed to have chosen me was a Voss, with the for her species typical markings on her red skin and the blue eyes without any white she looked positively creepy. Even more with that smile. It wasn¡¯t a creepy smile but a friendly smile, it just looked creepy if a Voss smiled. ?Hello little one, I am master Vo¡®Tann, I am going to teach you in the coming years.¡° Her voice was nice and she had that calm demeanor, that lets you relax immediatly, well would have, if she didn¡¯t look so creepy. Overall I had a good first expression of her. Creepy yes, but I was mentally twentyfive years old, I could stomach a little creepy. ?Hello master, I am Shira Drayen, it¡¯s an honor to be your new padawan.¡° ?The honor is all mine, you are quite famous in the order, even among those like me, who prefer to live away from the temple. One of, if not the most talented person in the jedi orders history, it will be really interesting to teach you. Now padawan, do you know the first thing a jedi padawan must do, when he or she has been chosen by a master?¡° ?Yes master. First a new padawan goes on a journey with his or her master to find the most fitting lightsaber crystal for them.¡° That too was a change brought by the new jedi order. In the last few centuries, more and more planets with natural cybernetic crystals had been discovered. The jedi had stopped getting all their crystals from Ilum as a youngling and had chosen the crystal search as a kind of bonding ceremony of master and padawan. ?Right you are, Shira, shall we go then? We will search for your crystal in my room.¡° The search was done through linking the mind of master and padawan together in order to create a force connection strong enough to sense the faint bond to the crystal the padawan was destined for. Though I wouldn¡¯t need that. ?But master, I already have my crystal.¡° I said and showed her my pendant. She looked really surprised at that. ?Really? It looks like one, though I have never seen one with this colouring, where and when did you get it?¡° ?It was a birthday present from my father on my second birthday, it¡¯s an ancient family heirloom, destined for the first female force sensitive in the family, who happens to be me.¡° Her reaction to that was stroking her chin and thinking, an unreadable expression on her face. ?Mmmmh, so we won¡¯t need to go on the journey, but we still should do the bonding exercise, it is important for a master and a padawan to connect their minds, enabling us to talk to each other telepatically and find each other, no matter were we are in the galaxy, a really useful bond, though it is very difficult to establish, complete trust is needed. So first come along we are going to my quarters to get to know each other over a little game of chess alright?¡° Of course chess, the game of kings, wouldn¡¯t ever become unpopular with sentient life , so it was no surprise jedi liked to play it very much, it after all needs high mental abilities, something we jedi pride ourselves in. But this really put me in a problematic situation. The bond between master and padawan required trust and that would mean we couldn¡¯t have secrets from one another (at least while we are establishing the bond). That didn¡¯t mean we would need to know everything about each other, but during the bonding exercise, random memories would be exchanged and seen by each other. In other words I would need to either tell her of my reincarnation or keep it a secret on the risk, that memories of my first life would be seen by her, thus making her wary of me and stopping the bonding ceremony, as well as creating an endless amount of questions. Thus the best course of action would be to tell her. She would be the first and probably only person I would tell of my reincarnation. Though first we needed to get into a private environment, so I exclaimed cheerily: ?Yeeess, I love chess!!¡° which caused her to giggle. Our walk to her quarters didn¡¯t take long, though she explained me that I would have to move into her quarters, where an extra adjacent room for her padawan was, something every knights and masters quarters had. When we were there, the first impression I got was, that her room looked really tribal. With all kinds of traditional decorations around the room, rugs hanging on the walls and everything. Ther was only one bed, a really large and comfortable looking one. In the middle of the room was a low round table with comfortable looking pillows lying around it and a chessboard already prepared sitting in the middle of the table. Master walked towards it and sat down on the black side, leaving me on the white side. I sat down and she opened her mouth, but before a sound could leave her lips, I interrupted her by letting my childish facade fall off my body, looking at her completely serious before saying in a just as serious voice: ?Master, before we begin, there is something really important I need to tell you.¡° ?We have time, you can tell me of a million important matters before we begin the bonding exercise if you want to.¡° ?Thank you master, so, ehhm, this is the first time I tell this to somebody, but I think it is necessary for you to know this before we attempt linking our minds. The truth is, I¡¯m not really a six year old girl. I remember my past life.¡°
Sorry I''m a little late. IMPORTANT So, I really was conflicted whether or not to mke a time skip like that and leave the character L¨ºhra undeveloped, but I wanted to come closer to the main plot since I don''t plan on writing a fiction about the training of a jedi. All in all, I don''t want to make this story too long. I don''t think I would be able to keep it interesting if I were to write a large story. Anyway, I again want to just thank you guys, did you know, that this story is on rank 920? Within the top 1000 fictions of this website? All because of you, you are awesome. NOT IMPORTANT I''m really thinking of stopping this important, not important thing in the author''s note, it''s just way too hard to think of things to write here, I find myself thinking about it every week. Now I''m going to tell exclusively to the people, who read the NOT IMPORTANT part of my author''s note, that the main plot of the story is approaching, or at least what''s probably going to be the main plot. I started this story with just three set facts about it: The MC would be reincarnated as a girl and a participant in a divine tournament, the MC would be reincarnated into a star wars verse and the outcome of the tournament at the end of the story, though I''m right now considering changing that last one. In the weeks since I began writing this fiction I have thought of the outline of a main plot for her second life, and that is what''s going to come next. Until now I just wrote what came to mind and am really surprised that so many people liked it. I hope to improve myself while writing this story, so I hope I will be able to make the main plot part as good as I hope it will be. Well that''s it for today, like always I would really be happy about a few comments and reviews. Bye Chapter 12: Just watch little Bro, Onee-chan is strong ?I¡¯m not really a six year old girl, I remember my past life¡° Surprise. That was the emotion ruling Vo¡¯Tann¡¯s face, before she scooled her expression and asked in a neutral tone: ?You remember your past life? So you want to say this is your second life? If that is true, why did you tell me, a complete stranger, something like that, if you haven¡¯t told anyone else? I believe you are close to master Yoghurt, why didn¡¯t you tell him?¡° I could tell she was testing me, apart from her initial surprise, I wasn¡®t able to see any kind of reaction from her. It was really unsettling. If she had been angry, there wouldn¡¯t such a high tension. At that moment I knew, that she would only make her opinion after hearing my answer. A little shaken I responded: ?Yes, this is the second life I remember, I don¡®t know if it truly is my second life, or if I already lived many more lives. The reason I told you and noone else is, that I didn¡¯t want to tell anyone in the beginning. Telling you is necessary for us to successfully form a bond between student and master, my past life was longer than this life has been yet, so the majority of the random memories you will see, will be of my past life, so you would know sooner or later anyways, better to tell you beforehand than have you find it out yourself. It would do lasting damage to the trust between us. The reason why I didn¡¯t tell anyone until now is because the reason I was reincarnated is important and must be kept secret. Not because it is damaging to anything, but because it gave me insight on the inner workings of existence, something that shouldn¡¯t be commonly known.¡° She sighed and let her expression fall a bit, her face changed into a look of understanding. ?I understand, your reasons make sense. But before we can even try to form a bond we still have to talk about ourselves. I¡¯d say we go with our original plan and talk over a game of chess.¡° ?Okay, let¡¯s play!¡° I exclaimed, slipping back into my childish persona. Just because I was mentally twentyfive, I didn¡¯t have to behave like it. With a smile on my face I took the pawn in front of the king and made my first move, glad my master accepted my secret. We played and talked a for the rest of the day and in that time I learned much about my new master. She had come to the temple after her parents death in a traffic accident when she was two years old and had become a padawan at ten, a knight at age seventeen and a master at twentysix, which meant she was a genius. No, more than a genius, she was a true prodigy. It was rare for a jedi to become a knight under the age of twenty and all the jedi, who became masters before thirty in the history of the order numbered less thanthree hundred. A really small number, considering the length of the jedi orders existence. Now master Vo¡¯Tann was thirtynine years old and a very high ranking master in the order. She didn¡¯t have a family, though she insisted, that all of the order was her family. Her specialties were the art of the lightsaber, she even was a weaponsmaster, and diplomacy, an uncommon combination, but I have always liked to say: to each their own. Her chess skills were remarkable too, In the multiple rounds we played I couldn¡¯t beat her once. I wasn¡¯t really that good at chess, but at least I was a bit talented, I had learned to play chess at the age of five in my first life, though I didn¡¯t have many people to play with back then, and I was better than even most of the jedi I played with since my second birth, but I didn¡¯t even stand a snowballs chance in hell against my new master. All in all you could say we got along very well and we would make our first bonding attempt the next morning. When I meditated before sleep that night I wondered. I had done my best so far, but how did I compare to the other champions? Was I strong compared to them or was I weak? In the jedi order I was regarded as a peerless genius, but what about people, who had the same advantages I had? If I followed my plan andachievedthe powerI hadpredicted, I should be almost impossible to beat, but what if the others had even better ideas than I had? In short, I wanted to do what I didn¡¯t do for the last four years, I was going visit the champion¡¯s lobby. I opened my eyes and spoke: ?Full status¡°
Status
Name Shira Drayen
Age 6 / 25
Race Nekomata
Gender Female
Level 43
Experience 67%
Alignment Jedi order, galacic republic, royal family of Dubrillion
Statistics
Strength 36
Speed 64
Flexibility 87
Dexterity 85
Agility 58
Balance 99
Stamina 46
Vitality 40
Endurance 27
Intelligence 51
Wisdom 43
Charm 107
Luck 60
Unused points 86
Perks
Perfect health +15 Vitality
Increased talent +Skill growth +Experience gain +Statistic growth
Increased memory-> photografic memory +5 Intelligence
Force sensitive +Skill: Force Manipulation +Skill: Force connection
Luna''s friend +Affinity: Light +Affinity: Water +Skill growth: Arts +Charm2
Bob''s friend Rejoice, you befriended Existence itself
Absolute hearing +Increased hearing +Frequency Identification
Highly intelligent +10 Intelligence
Inherent Wisdom +15 Wisdom
Reincarnated +Perks, mental statistics, affinities, skills of first life
Champion''s limit removal +limitless statistic growth
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Skills
Language German written German spoken English/Basic spoken English written Basic written Japanese spoken Japanese written Latin spoken Latin written 100% 100% 100% 100% 100% 8% 1% 34% 53%
Meditation Empty mind Force connecion Master lvl. 2 Master lvl.4
Force manipulation Force telekinesis Force enhancement Force mind manipulation Force sense Force divination Master lvl. 6 Master lvl. 4 Expert lvl. 9 Master lvl. 2 Apprentice lvl. 5
Champion''s Soul transfer Shira''s room Luna''s house Champion''s lobby perfect
Acting master lvl. 4
Movement Bipedal Quadpedal Master lvl. 4 Adept lvl.3
Sword mastery Shii Cho Makashi Soresu Ataru Shien/Djem So Niman Juyo Vaapad Master lvl.1 Expert lvl. 7 Master lvl. 4 Master lvl. 6 Apprentice lvl. 3 Beginner lvl. 9 Beginner lvl. 2 Beginner lvl. 1
Hand to hand mastery Expert lvl. 5
Music Violin Piano Singing Guitar Drum set Expert lvl. 9 Master lvl. 1 Master lvl. 3 Apprentice lvl.4 Expert lvl. 1
I had improved the past four years, stats and skills that could rightfully be called superhuman, but many of the jedi were still much stronger and more skillful than me. I would place myself between padawan and knight in terms of strength. The reason so many of my skills were on the master level and none of them on grandmaster or higher was the increasing improvement difficulty to level up skills. From beginner to master it was still doable, but to increase even one skill beyond master level would take an average person a lifetime. Someone I would imagine a grandmaster would be for example Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau in singing, or Jascha Heifetz as violinist. Maybe someone like Peter Dinklage in acting orBruce Lee in martial arts (I didn¡¯t know much about him in my former life, so I couldn¡¯t acurately guess). Improving a skills beyond grandmaster level is something I¡¯d consider almost impossible for a mortal. The jedi order was an exception. By my estimate every jedi knight had the skill force connection at master level at least, the masters had to be at grandmaster, councilmembers and candidates to become one of them were probably beyond that, at least epic level, while those who achieved immortality, namely Yoda, Luke and Rey were those who reached the perfect level. In my opinon perfect force connection would make one become one with the force. At least that¡¯s what I suspected. After reaching master level, increasing a skill went slowly. The only reason I had some of them in the higher master levels were either exceptional talent or brutal training. Mostly both. I didn¡¯t believe that those who were born in an unlucky situation or a body with low or average talent had a chance to be stronger than me. Of course hard work beats pure talent in nine of ten cases, but in cases like mine, were a talented individual works really hard, those with low talent have absolutely no chance to compare. But who said, that other people weren¡¯t even luckier than me? There was for example Ces, who was born as a dragon in his second life, the lifeform which was considered the most powerful by almost everone (if you exclude gods, but seriously it was highly unlikely that any of the champions would be allowed to have a life as a god, then they would no longer be a champion after all, because they would need their own champion to compete for the position as the aspect of time), who could guarantee that nobody had even more luck than him? There was also the possibility of someone having the same or an even better idea how to become the strongest than me, though I doubted that. I always considered the force the ultimate supernatural ability, of course only if it was trained enough. It was telekinesis, body enhancement, mind manipulation, sixth sense and divination in one package, developing and using those abilities right would make one nearly invincible. No magician, no martial artist, no chi practitioner probably not even a god would be able to even touch someone like Luke Skywalker (of course excluding everything above the rank ?god¡°). It was my goal to surpass him in order to become unmatched in the ranks below royal gods, in order to win this tournament. With this resolve I decided to visit the champion¡¯s lobby and scan out my opponents.
?Why are we here Shira-nee?¡° came the voice of Ces from my right. I had decided to take him with me, I knew the extends of his power, I sparred with him once a week after all. He didn¡¯t want to. It seemed the big party were we met served to make Ces a little suspicious of the other champions, they had after all annoyed him for the whole duration of it. But today it would be different because¡­ ?You have nothing to worry about little bro, they won¡¯t try anything with you today. Your new form makes you just about average looking among the other champions besides, what would your little girlfriend think if she knew that her mighty dragon was afraid of a bunch of people weaker than him?¡° ?She isn¡¯t my girlfriend and I¡¯m not afraid!¡° Ces exclaimed hotly. He had gained a transformation skill at his fifth birthday and had taken the form of a cute elven boy with blue hair and eyes. The day after his birthday he had gone down to the village near the mountain that served as the home of his family. There he had befriended some elven girl named Tyreesia. It was really fun to tease him about her, especially because a relationship between those two had potential and since both dragons and elves had everlasting youth he wouldn¡¯t even have to watch her age and die. ?Then why don¡¯t you want to assess your opponents strength?¡° He looked at me annoyed and asked a counter question: ?Why don¡¯t you do it alone and tell me about it later?¡° I smirked, took his arm and began to pull him through the hall. ?Reasons¡° ?Please don¡¯t always answer questions with ?reasons¡®, just because you are too lazy to think of reasons in order to cover up that you did it on a whim, nee-chan¡° I looked at him in disbelieve and said, feining innocence: ?You would believe that I would do something like that? How can you say something like that about your big sister?¡° He didn¡¯t at all look impressed and returned in a flat voice: ?Because that¡¯s what you always do.¡° ?Oh, you aren¡¯t wrong about that. Fiiiiine, I¡¯ll tell you my reasons, first: four eyes see more than two, two people sense more than one, I always like to hear another opinion, second: you can keep all those annoying perverts who call themselves men away from me and third, most importantly¡° here I paused and quickly jumped onto his back ?I don¡¯t have to walk and get to spend a little extra time with my little brother!!¡° Without wasting any more time I transformed into a cat on top of his head. He just sighed and picked me up from his head and held me in his arms in order to pet me. He knew perfectly well that, if he didn¡¯t do it, I would constantly tickle him with my tail. Suddenly and rudely waking me from the trance of bliss his petting sent me into there was a low rumbling sound, before a huge, black rift opened up in the middle of the hall. Inside the rift was a creepy lookingswirl in the colours brown, red and white. The rumbling slowly became louder, until it sounded like the threatening growling of a huge predator. Some people began to scream and run away from it, but they weren¡¯t fast enough. Before they reached more than a hundred meters, something utterly terrifying and grotesk emerged from the great casm. A creature of immeasurable power, something none of the people here could hope to match. Out came ¡­ ¡­Bob, dressed in red and white garments with a huge sack on his back, riding on a sleigh pulled by reindeers. In a deep voice he rumbled: ?HO HO HO, have all the little children been good this year?¡° So this is where the legend of Santa Claus comes from. Should have guessed,the description of Santafits Bob perfectly.
Merry christmas to all of you, I have sent Bob out to deliver a virtual pancake to all my readers! It may be a little early for some people west of my current location, but here it''s past 00:00 am on the 24th of december, so deal with it. IMPORTANT I realized somethinga week ago: I have a huge plothole in my story. In chapter 7 I wrote, that Shira always carries an old IPod with headphones, but she can''t use earphones made for humans, she is a Nekomata after all. Does anyone have an idea how to plug the hole without revealing Shira''s transformation abilities? NOT IMPORTANT This chapter was the first time I had to struggle to come up with a title for the chapter. Is that bad? None of the stories in my bookshelf have been updated in the last two days, am I the only one writing this week or is it just a coincidence? Well whatever, I again wish you all a merry christmas and an awesome time with whomever you are spending this time with. Bye Edit: Sorry, my mistake, I just saw two new upates in my bookshelf. I guess I''m not the only one after all. Chapter 13: A monk, a prince and a skewer After the scare Bob gave us a huge christmas party broke loose, all kinds of food and drink appeared on tables throughout the entire hall. It was a huge enjoyment for most of the people gathered. As for me, I just decided to spend the time on top of Ces¡¯s head, who positioned himself conveniently near one of the food tables. Due to this optimal position we were able to enjoy the superb food and at the same time assess the other champions strength, since everyone sooner or later was near the food tables. Well Ces ate and I scouted the abilities with the help of my force mind manipulation. It was really extraordinary how few people had a defence around their mind. If you imagine the mind as a fortress, these people had all the gates open and no guards patroulling at all. Taking a look into their mind was like walking through the open main gate. It was really disappointing for me, I had practiced on Jedi, who due to their mental fortitude obtained through the meditation necessary to connect to the force had a natural defence around their mind, comparable to a fortress with closed gates and guards on the watchtowers, while people like Yoda had a mind like a huge fortress with multiple high and thick steel walls, thousands of soldiers all times ready everywhere and all sorts of tricky defence mechanisms. Gaining access to other people¡®s mind was like breaking into this fortress, there were multiple strategies to do that. For example you could sneak in like an assassin, though that was only possible if the target didn¡¯t know you were coming, use pure force to breach the defences or use weaker and continuous assaults to tire the target out. Of course a mind wasn¡¯t a medieval fortress and everyone¡¯s defences were different, but I always liked to compare it to a fortress. Due to my observations I was able to see that many people hadn¡¯t even really begun with building up their strength, totally understandable in cases of people with a bad luck in regards of starting circumstances, but some hadn¡¯t began even with near optimal conditions. For example there was someone who was reborn as the first prince of a powerful magical empire, but all he did was goofing off and ordering others around. Then there were those that made an effort but had really bad luck with their first reincarnation, for example there was a girl who was reborn into a physically heavily impaired body, not even able to kill herself in order to have a better chance in the next life. She would have already gone insane weren¡¯t it for her patron deity. Though she had surprisingly good defences around her mind. Others had already died once or multiple times, those who were reborn as a member of a shortlived species, were killed or had a heavy desease durig early childhood. There were also what I would call the normal guys, who had already begun with their training but either didn¡¯t have much talent or didn¡¯t make enough effort to be great. Many of those it would seem were more or less regulars here in the lobby, if the way they were gathered in groups was any indication. Last but not least there were the strong ones. Some were just born into a strong species, similar to Ces, some had amazing talent or intellect and some just worked ultra hard or had superior experience, obvious was that those formed the top oft he bunch. They were the people either in the midst of attention, often as leaders of groups of champions with lesser power, or standing quietly on the side, assessing the competition like we were. They were also the ones who often had higher mental defences, achieved either through bloodline, intelligence, discipline or real training in mental arts, though with a little effort I was still able to breach all of their defences undetected. All but one. There was one guy who had been an abbot in the shaolin temple in his first life. His mind wasn¡¯t as unbreachable as those of high ranking jedi masters, but it was still a really well fortified mind. I was detected within ten seconds of my intrusion attempt and spotted before I could retreat. The former monk made his way towards us. How I was able to know that he was a former Shaolin? Simple: his surface thoughts. Surface thoughts and emotions were like message boards with constantly changing content nailed to the outside of the fortress for someone who hadn¡¯t encountered anyone able to intrude into his or her mind it was understandable that those were still in the open, even with a good mental defence. To hide them you would need something like a second wall built around the first one. Anyhow, the former monk walking towards me had been reborn as a tortoise. I kid you not, a tortoise, though this tortoise was of the size of a normal six year old human and walked on two legs, an antropomorphic tortoise. But he wasn¡¯t slow. He moved at a normal pace without being noticed. I didn¡¯t really have any other words to describe it. He somehow moved through the crowd by following it¡¯s flow and seeming absolutely non important, if I hadn¡¯t probed the mind of everyone I could see my gaze would have just wandered past him like he wasn¡¯t there. When he was just a few meters away I bonked lightly on Ces¡¯s head and used my tail to point in the direction of the approaching tortoise, showing him that we had company. Ces immediately turned around and smiled at the tortoise. He knew that I wouldn¡¯t be so relaxed if the approaching person had malicious intent. The former monk smiled back and said in a smooth and calming voice: ?Hello there young ones, my name is Oto, I believe it is the first time we meet.¡° I decided to answer him, I even fully opened my eyes and stood up to speak to him. Can¡¯t let Ces greet him first, I always admired the Shaolin monks after all. ?Yes it is. My name is Shira and this is my little brother Deuces, it is an absolute pleasure to meet an abbot of the Shaolin temple¡° ?Ooh? How do you know that?¡° he seemed genuinely surprised. ?It¡¯s rather simple. While your mental defences are definitely very strong, you aren¡¯t protecting your surface thoughts and emotions. It can¡¯t be helped, back in our world nobody could really intrude into the mind of others, therefor such protection wasn¡¯t necessary there. If my guess is correct the protections you do have were formed due to decades of physical and mental training, though without a teacher or the ability to invade the minds of others yourself it should be really hard to cover those up.¡° He seemed to contemplate my words, leaving Ces the time to ask me something: ?Shira-nee, what is a Shaolin?¡° With a chuckle I told him: ?Have you ever seen the bald men with yellow clothes that could do incredible things back in our world in the television?¡° at that point he nodded, ?that are Shaolin and Oto here was one of the leaders of the Shaolin temple, you can compare him to a council member in the jedi order, though the Shaolin never were even near the power of a Jedi.¡° I said the last bit quite proudly. True I always respected the Shaolin but Jedi were still much cooler. Right when I was done with the explanation Oto seemed to have returned from the depths of his own mind, he cupped one of his ?hands¡® in the other and bowed before exclaiming formally: ?Please young miss, teach me in the mental arts.¡° I was tempted. Really. I would be able to demand him teaching me other things, like the ways of Qigong and the fighting techniques of Shaolin Kung Fu, but I already had a superior fighting education in the jedi temple and I needed any advantage I could get. ?Sorry, but no. If I were to teach you, I wouldn¡¯t be able to read your next move out of your mind anymore if I trained you in advanced mental defences and therefor making your chances against me way higher. Even if you had a technique of comparable value to trade, I already have enough techniques I need to master. You will probably still learn it but it will take you longer, as you will have to search for a teacher while you¡®re awake, therefore cutting the time you have to train other things. My goal is to win this tournament, I can¡¯t help my opponents to become stronger.¡°Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. He sighed. I could tell he was a little disappointed, but understood my reasoning. ?Ah well, it¡¯s not that I can blame you. The godhood granted to the one who wins is rather tempting after all.¡° This caused Ces to laugh. ?Hahaha, you don¡¯t understand mister Oto, Shira-nee doesn¡¯t want to be a goddess, she says it¡¯s waaaay to much responsibility for her. But Shira-nee said that she wanted her patron goddess to become the aspect of time, since Luna is really kind and Shira-nee doesn¡¯t want anyone bad to get so much power.¡° Oto¡¯s eyes widened a bit, but before he could say anything, an arrogant and needlessly loud voice rang from our right side: ?As if some filthy talking kitty could even hope to win the tournament. It is I, prince Eloros Elmen, who will become the ultimate champion and stomp all you worthless maggots into the ground.¡° I looked at him. An elven boy, tall for his age, dressed in rich fabrics, clad in fancy light armor and a ornate falchion on his hip. He would have looked good, with his long golden blond hair, the aristocratic face and the flawless skin, but that arrogant smirk destoyed his looks. With a quick look into his mind I learnd, that he lived his first life spoiled as the son of a sheik, was killed in his mid twenties by a group of thieves who had broken into his home and was reborn as an elven prince. In his second life he was pampered again, but this time he had the determination to grow strong, so he could have everyone else kneel to him and never had to worry about being killed in passing again. He was really strong for his second age, in his world he could even beat trained people thrice his (new) age. Behind him was a group of kids, who seemed to be his followers, judging by the approving thoughts I could catch from them. I already wanted to verbally humiliate him, but before I could say something Ces shouted: ?As if you could ever beat Shira-nee! Shira-nee can¡¯t be defeated by any champion! She¡¯s the strongest!¡° I sighed. Now I would have to fight if I didn¡¯t want my little bro to look like a fool. ?Who do you think you are? I am a royal elf, hence you are one of my subjects, how dare you raise your voice against me?¡° That made Ces really angry. A really angry Ces meant a Ces who couldn¡¯t uphold his transformation and thus turned into a huge blue dragon. He roared and was about to turn Eloros into paste, but before he even began swinging his claws, I myself turned into my baseform and yelled: ?Down Ces!¡° Ces stopped and looked at me confused. ?Why Shira-nee? He insulted both of us and thinks he is the best but he is really just weak!¡° Eloros wasn¡¯t weak. He was really strong in his world, but Ces was a dragon. No six year old no matter how talented should be able to defeat him. In Ces eyes the elven prince was really weak but that was the problem in this situation. ?If you beat him up it would just look like bullying, let your big sister handle this one.¡° I wouldn¡¯t really care if it were just us and Eloros but we had attracted the attention of almost everyone there. Though I didn¡¯t really know any of them, I still care a little about my reputation. A bad reputation is annoying. Ces grumbled, but calmed down a little and transformed back into his elven form. I turned to the now quite shaken looking arrogant prince. ?If you think you are so strong, prove it. I¡¯ll be your opponent. If Ces were to fight it would be just too unfair for you.¡° I kept my voice calm and my words brought the colour back to Eloros face. His arrogant smirk returned. ?Ooh, the kitty turned into a kittygirl, maybe I¡¯ll let you become my little pet when I¡¯m done with you.¡° ?What¡¯s with the cliche third rate movie villain line?¡° I kept my face calm, bordering bored, but the look of indignation on his face almost made me burst into laughter. Suddenly we stood in a Colloseum. The ranks were filled with dumbfounded Champions and deities sitting in the comfortable shade of the giant parasols on top of the arena while the sun burned down on the two contestants, Eloros and me, standing on the sandy oval in the middle. From the announcers box came a booming voice: ?Welcome, my dear deities and champions, to the Colloseum!¡° All heads turned. There stood Bob, clad into a toga, a laurel wreath on his head. ?There are two champion¡¯s who agreed to have a duel on this fine day, I present to you on the left: The elven prince Eloros Elmen and on the right side the mysterious nekomata Shira!¡° The audience had grasped the situation and began cheering away. And I wanted to avoid attention. Well at least Bob didn¡¯t reveal anything about me, my family name alone might have given away a lot of information. I could see Eloros basking in the audiences attention, that smirk still on his face. It was really strange, he didn¡¯t seem to have any other facial expression, even when Ces frightened him he had still that arrogant smirk plastered on his face. Though he did go rather pale then. I myself gave a polite smile and waved to the audience. When the cheering stopped Bob continued: ?In this duel there is only one rule: There are no rules! Fighters begin!!¡° Well it wouldn¡¯t be a fight. I never intended to fight the prince. I wanted to humiliate him. The best way to do that? ?Hey little Elf, if you manage to touch me, or move me from this spot, I¡¯ll give you the win.¡° I said it loud enough for the entire audience to hear. Everyone went silent. Before there had been a few discussions about who would win, but now there was no noise. I took out a pin and dropped it. You could hear it in the entire Colloseum. But then, as if the pindrop was a signal a cacophony of voices exploded, drowning whatever it was Eloros had screamed before he pulled out is falchion and charged at me. When he took the third step he tripped over his own foot and nicely planted his face in the ground. Again there was a short silence until everyone started to loudly laugh. The laughter got even louder when the prince tried to lift himself off the ground only for his arms to slip sideways and his face to kiss the ground again. With the next try he succeeded standing up and again started to run towards me. This time he didn¡¯t even make it one step. As soon as his foot touched the ground for the first step, the foot slipped forwards and forced him into a split. He screemed in pain. But nobody heared him over the roaring laughter of the crowd. I could see him turn red with embarassment and anger, even his smirk was gone and he yelled something. Not that I could hear him, the audience had stopped laughing, but I had plugged my ears with the specialized earplugs Luna had gifted me to my first birthday. They were necessary, otherwise I would walk around with a constant noise induced headache. I had them set on absorbing almost all noises, the cheering and laughter was too unpredictable after all. Anyways Eloros stood up, holding his crotch and this time he didn¡¯t make the mistake to move again. Pity. I wanted to force-trip him some more. Now he seemed to chant something, and after a while a stream of fire shot at me. It wasn¡¯t a bad attack, certainly better than the cliche and way too easy to dodge fireball. With this continuous flamestream he could cover a large area in fire, therefor making it harder for the opponent to evade his attack. Didn¡¯t really endanger me though. I made an invisible airtight shield around myself, it had an edge at the front and curved around me on all sides, making it look like I was enclosed in fire. I could still feel a little of the heat but there where training sessions in the order which made a Jedi¡¯s body resistant to all kinds of conditions like heat, cold, poison, intoxication, tiredness, the list went on. The heat didn¡¯t really bother me and after some time the flames stopped, revealing me without any marks on my body. Eloros gaped at me but after a little time he decided to switch techniques and used an earth spell to shoot multiple bullets of earth at me. A few from the front and three from behind ordered in a horizontal line. A really nice attack again. You would have to concentrate on blocking or evading the bullets from the front and wouldn¡®t notice the ones from behind, even if you dodged to the side you would get hit by one of the projectiles. Strangely they all missed, it had certainly nothing to do with me using the force to slightly alter the direction of the projectiles. I was kinda getting bored by the fight so I decided to end it. I used the force to thrust a spear of earth up his behind and out of his mouth, successfully making my first prince en brochette.
I''m BAAACK prince en brochette = skewered prince IMPORTANT I received my first one star rating. That in itself isn''t a problem, the problem is, that there was no comment or explanation to why I received this bad rating. As I have already written in the prologue, I would like to have a reason for each bad rating I get, it would help me to improve you know? If you don''t want it to be public, just PM me, but please give me reasons. NOT IMPORTANT The first ''fight'' I ever wrote. I hope you approved of the attacks I thought up. I always thought, that using just frontal magical attacks is rather uncreative and defeats the purpose and wonder of magic. If you just use frontal assaults with magic, you can use a gun just as well, it would be much more efficient. For example, I really like the tactical magic fighting in some of the fights in the ''black magician trilogy'' by Trudy Canavan. The same for force attacks. Using the force just to lift large objects around and use telekinetic blasts is a waste. A much more subtle use is way more effective and energy efficient. It may not cause as many flashy explosions, but it gets the job done. I hope it was enjoyable. This is th first time I wrote a chapter in one day, normally they are created over the course of a week. This year I don''t feel so good, since the beginning of 2017 a lot of unlucky things happen to me. Luckily I wasn''t hurt badly yet. I hope you all have a happy new year though. I hope you enjoyed this chapter Bye Chapter 14: An elegant weapon from far more civilized times The rest of the night was really relaxed. Ces and I continued to hang around one of the tables, but for some reason nobody but Oto wanted to come near us ¡­ we had befriended the turtle, he was unexpectedly a really cool guy, not as stiff as you would expect of a monk, he kind of resembled a younger Yoda. After our night scouting in the lobby I came to the conclusion that Ces and I were much stronger than anyone there. The only one who came close was Oto, he would have been stronger than us if he had had as much luck as we with our starting conditions. But that didn¡¯t mean that I would relax. I suspected that the really strong competitors didn¡¯t come to the lobby often, though I was still sure that not many would be able to compete with me. That didn¡¯t mean I would cut back on my training, better safe than sorry. The first thing I did on the next day, after morning meditation and breakfast of course, was going to master Vo¡¯tann¡®s quarters in order to make our first bonding attempt. When I entered her room she was already awake and ready, so we didn¡¯t waste much time. I would really like to tell you that the following was some unbelievable spectacle, but that would be a lie. We just sat in front of each other and grabbed each others forearms before entering a meditative state and sending our consciousnesses in each others direction. We intertwined them and pulled them apart again forming a link between our minds. That was it. No fancy ritual, just a little kneeling and a few memories you get from the other party and poof, we were able to tell each others location even if galaxies parted us and mentally talk with just as big a distance between us. ?Well that was unexpected. I didn¡¯t think we would be able to do it on the first try.¡° I smiled at my new master and returned: ?I don¡¯t think it¡¯s that surprising, it wasn¡¯t that much of an act anyway. The only reason I could see this go wrong would be a big reaction to one of the received memories and since we spent the whole of yesterday talking about memories that might have that effect that didn¡¯t happen.¡° ?Yes that may be so, but even then, a certain amount of skill in the mental arts is necessary in order to create a bond between two individuals. In hindsight, you did tell me that you trained your mental skills on the people in the temple, so it probably isn¡¯t that surprising.¡° ?Sure isn¡¯t¡° ?Yes well, now that we have our bond it¡¯s time to build your lightsaber. Come along.¡° And so we left towards the lower levels of the temple. After a while we arrived at a room that looked really chaotic. Like the lab of a mad professor. Master Vo¡¯Tann stepped forward and explained: ?This lab was once onboard the starship Crucible, the ship that took younglings to Ilum for the Gathering, a ceremony in which the youngling searches his or her lightsaber crystal in the icy caves. The youngling would then construct the lightsaber on the journey back. After the founding of the new jedi order this ship returned to the temple. The lightsaber architect Huyang had fled upon order 66 and returned in order to resume his duty of helping young jedi construct their lightsabers, even after the introduction of the new lightsaber ceremony he returned to his former position, though he now resides here in the heart of the temple.¡° I was astonished. Really. Huyang was already hundreds if not thousands of years old when he appeared on the clone wars, it was a miracle that he was still functioning. It made me happy. He was after all my favorite droid in star wars. Yes, R2-D2, C-3PO and BB-8 all were cool guys, but nothing ever beats this guy, the teacher of practically every jedi, even Yoda learned from him. So when I saw him emerge from the labyrinth of shelves in all his limping glory I got really exited. ?What do we have here? Aren¡¯t you a little young to be a padawan, my dear?¡° I wanted to answer, but master was faster: ?She is a little young, but if what I sense from her is accurate, she already is far more skilled than the average padawan and posesses wisdom far beyond her years. Huyang, it is my pleasure to present to you my new padawan: Shira Drayen.¡° I bowed and greated him: ?It is an honor to meet you master Huyang.¡° ?Oh, no no, I am no master, just a simple droid in the service of the jedi order.¡° ?Yet you are still a teacher to almost all jedi in the history of this order, in my eyes you are a master.¡° He had my absolute respect. Imagine living for thousands of years, always doing the same work, teaching unrespectful younglins and building lightsabers and he was still at it. If that wasn¡¯t an indication of devotion then I wouldn¡¯t know what was. He may have been a droid but if I remembered correctly some droids were able to achieve sentience if their memory hadn¡¯t been regularly erased, so a droid with an intact memory of thousands of years should be sentient too. ?Weeelll, I think it is about time to begin making your lightsaber. Am I right if I assume you are in possession of your crystal?¡° If he were made out of flesh I was sure he would have blushed. ?Yes¡° ?Then please lay it onto this table.¡° He gestured to the only table that wasn¡¯t filled with some kind of materials or other trinkets. When he saw my crystal he exclamed in surprise: ?Never in my life have I seen such a crystal! Where did you find it?¡° ?It seems to have found it¡¯s way to me by the will of the force¡° ?Yes, yes like all crystals do.¡° He picked my crystal up and examined it. He did take quite a while, seemingly mesmerized with the structure and colourful glow the crystal emanated. He would have continued standing there in a daze if not for master Vo¡¯Tann who used this moment to say something after her long silence: ?Huyang, I would like it if we could resume with the construction, we still have much to do today.¡° ?Oh, of course. So padawan Shira, you have your crystal, but do you know how to awaken the force inside it? ¡­¡° When we exited the room two hours later, I had my new lightsaber strapped to my hip. It was a beautiful one, an elegant grip made out of the wood of a black oak, the design similar to that of the saber of Gungi (the wookie youngling in ?the clone wars¡°). It was a really beautiful hilt and with it¡¯s pure black colour it made a sharp contrast of my snow white hair. Though I was still embarassed that the blade of my weapon constantly changed colours.A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. The morning still wasn¡¯t over, so I decided to ask my master an important question: ?Master, what¡¯s next on our schedule?¡° She chuckled a little and answered: ?Well, we have our bond, you have your lightsaber and the day is still young, I would say we get ourselves our first mission, go pack your things and meet me at the entrance after lunch.¡° ?Isn¡¯t it a bit early for a mission?¡° ?It would be for a normal padawan, but you are anything but normal. We got the bond and the lightsaber down in less than three hours, you were on top of nearly all your classes in both the training of the force and the body and in your theoretical studies, the best way for you to grow now is the hands on approach.¡° I couldn¡¯t argue with that and besides, it was getting boring to always be only in the temple.
That was the day we left for our first mission. Our mission was the diplomatic resolution of a conflict on the planet Christophsis. So we boarded a ship of the space-line, something similar to a railway, only that the stations were planets and there were living quarters for those who travelled through the night. Our trip would take a while, so we reserved a two-person room and spent our time in there, talking about the information we got about the mission, how I was to behave during it and other important (boring) things. When the time came for us to go to sleep I closed my eyes and expected to see the usual options to flare up in front of my inner eye, but instead what appeared was a quest window. Quests were ways to gain experience, there were no other rewards. A quest may have been a task I was given, homework for example, or it could be a goal I set for myself, for example reaching the skill level X of the skill Y within a set amount of time. It was the only way to level up I had discovered yet. Though this was a new kind of quest.
Storyline Quest: Identity
Codition for success Survive
Condition for success option 1 Remain yourself
Condition fo success option 2 Change
Condition for success option 3 Insanity
Condition for Failure Death
Information Travel to deity plane prohibited for the duration of this quest Communication with deities prohibited for the duration of this quest
Immediately after I had read the contents of the quest window I felt a whisper of the force and reacted by pushing my body away from the perceived danger and activating my new lightsaber to parry the red blade and directing it into the ground before jumping away in order to take in the situation. After a quick look around I learned that we were under attack by two male humans, one in his fifties and one in his mid twenties, each wielding a single red lightsaber. The older man was locked into a fierce duel with master Vo¡¯Tann, their movements too fast to follow with a mortal eye, their blades forming streaks of red and blue seemingly everywhere in the room at the same time. I only took half a second to take in the situation, before I concentrated on the younger man. He was of average height, had light brown hair and a very pale complexion. And he had glowing yellow eyes. This was a sith. I could practically see the negative emotions rolling off him. We didn¡¯t talk. Only a fool talks in battle. We each concentrated on each others eyes, trying to anticipate each others first move. Before we even began I knew that I would need every last bit of strength I had to even hope to beat him. A fight between force users was almost always a duel with lightsabers. The reason for that was simple: The first thing a force user was taught after gaining control of the force was building up a so called force shield around their body. It wasn¡¯t an actual physical shield, that would take a constant high amount of concentration. No, the shield was more of a force interference shield, it made using the force to fight a force user really difficult, since any direct effects the force could have on the opponent were nullified. Of course it was possible to overcome this barrier, but for that the attackers power had to be much higher than that of the defender. So the force users used the only other options of using the force if they battled each other: force telekinesis to fling objects at each other, crude force pushes, force enhancement and force sense, in the case of sith there was also their hate fuelled force lightning, though that could mostly be easily blocked or deflected, even though it commonly broke right through a force shield. Due to the use of the force such battles were too fast to react or respond normally, which was why a force user trained his or her body with katas, so that it could react on it¡¯s own without the need for the fighter to actively think. A competent force user would let the force guide their every movement and entrust their everything to it. Of course their prowess depended on how well a jedi or sith could connect to the force and how well trained their body was. The principles of a lightsaber duel: Connection with the force, physical prowess, discipline and experience. In other words my opponent was in at least three of the four my better. After a moment of glaring into each others eyes, we both charged and I left my body completely to the force. The fraction of a moment before our blades touched I activated my two tailed nekomata form, doubling my physical statistics. I parried his opening strike and turned with it, using the momentum to make a spinning high kick which was easily dodged, but while my right foot was in the air above his head he struck with his blade at my left foot, which was still planted on the ground. Before his strike could hit me I used my left leg to kick off the ground and used the force to turn my right foot¡®s trajectory downwards, effectively stomping his head towards the ground. I didn¡¯t waste any time and struck down with my lightsaber before he impacted with the ground, but he didn¡¯t let the hit get to him. He used a strong diagonal force push to escape the foot on the back of his head and dodged my lightsaber, though he lost his left pinkey and ringfinger in the process. We turned to each other again. Since the first charge barely two seconds had passed. He didn¡¯t wait long before charging again. This time I wasn¡¯t able to suddenly increase my speed and he came at me with all of his own. His assault was merciless and I barely made it through the next five seconds. In those five seconds he cut my belt on the back of my waist and broke my left arm with a kick. Literally my only chance of getting out of there alive was my master. That was if she won. I stared at my opponent. His face seemed almost familiar to me, though I couldn¡¯t figure out were I might have seen him before. I immediately banished those thoughts. I didn¡¯t have time for that. I had to concentrate really hard just to survive. Before the sith and I could clash again I felt great pain well up from the connection to my master. My head involuntarily snapped around and I saw that Vo¡¯Tann had been bisected by the waist and just as our eyes met the last time her head was seperated from her body and I felt her presence in the force disappear. I realized too late that I made the crucial mistake of turning my back to my foe, though I would have lost either way. I had just enough time to send my weapon into my inventory bevore I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head, before everything turned black.
So, the good times are over, it''s about to get serious. IMPORTANT Yes Quests and Inventory are a thing, until now I just didn''t have a reason to mention them. The inventory allows the champion to transport their equipment everywher their soul goes, so they can use the same equipment in different lives. As mentioned in I think the prologue, the gamer system in this story is just a way for the champion to keep track of their strength and their skills, not some crutch for the champion to lean on. Escept for the limit removal, the champions have the same growth parameters as any other person in their world, but since they can begin their training earlier they can easily eclipse their peers. The story will turn more serious from now on. As you may have deducted from this chapter it won''t be as peaceful anymore so be warned. Please give me some reviews! Ratings and comments are good and all, but I would really like it if someone could give me a full review. NOT IMPORTANT I have the feeling even my authors note is getting more serious... I''m again really unsure about this chapter. I have the feeling that the pacing of this chapter is too fast and in the beginning I wanted the fight with the sith to be next chapter, but then I saw how short this chapter would be without the encounter, so I decided to just do it. I didn''t know what else to insert. Is this end what you call a cliffhanger? Even if it''s terribly cliche to end a chapter with the words "and then everything turned black"? Hope you liked the chapter Bye Chapter 15: To be unlucky When I opened my eyes the next time I saw something. That was already more than I expected, I lost a fight with a sith after all and everybody knows that sith are the natural enemies of jedi. If they wanted me for information, they would have taken my master too instead of killing her. They wouldn¡¯t get much information out of a fresh padawan. Before I could think further on the subject I heard footsteps nearing and the darkness that surrounded me began to lessen. Gradually my new surroundings were revealed. I was in a chamber made out of dark stones traversed by depictions of ¡­ something. Nothing was really recognisable because everything around me was very old and chunks of the walls and the ceiling were lying everywhere. The only reasons this place still stood were probably the metal support beams, which looked newer than the rest of the room, but still old. The room wasn¡¯t really big but multiple people could fit inside comfortably. In front of me there was a menacing looking stone statue depicting a man in a hooded cloak, his arms spread with his palms facing the ground. At the statue¡¯s feet was a coffin. All around the room stood smaller statue¡¯s of men bowing. It looked like an old tomb of a very important person which was stripped of all it¡¯s burial objects. But the thing making the greatest impression to me was the overwhelming feeling of negative emotions and darkness that crushed down on me. This wasn¡¯t the work of two sith, it seemed to me that the very planet was permeated by feelings of hatred, anger, jealousy, greed, arrogance and revenge. By the feeling of it I was bound to a vertical metal plate, my arms and legs chained in the classical cross shape. I was really cold. For the same reason that I could determine the plate I was bound to as metal: I didn¡¯t even have a single shred of cloth to cover myself. That meant my captors knew what they were doing: Take away someones clothes and you take away their dignity. If one is stripped in front of strangers they feel vulnerable, it affects the psyche. Luckily that wasn¡¯t the case for me. This wasn¡¯t my first body and I wasn¡¯t really affected by the shame and reluctance that normally comes with the exposure of ones body. I was really proud of my second body, after all it was as close to perfection as possible. Besides my body hadn¡¯t begun to develop yet. ?Ah look apprentice, our guest is awake.¡° There they were. The two sith, the old guy and the young man, both clad into black robes. ?So, why did two grown men attack an innocent, defenseless little girl? I must say quite the mighty accomplishment. I can see why the sith are nearly extinct, they can only take out the small fish, as soon as a real opponent arrives they are useless.¡° I probably shouldn¡¯t have said that, but I was trying really hard to stay calm, downgrading my captors was a really successfull way to make them look less threatening. My words didn¡¯t seem to have the impact they should, I thought they would be angry, but they only laughed. This time the apprentice talked: ?Seems like our intel was accurate. A girl with wit far beyond her years and a habit of talking down to others. That doesn¡¯t affect us. Besides, didn¡¯t my master just kill yours?¡° ?Surprise attacks are known to put the surprised party under a disadvantage, afterall a little girl also succeeded in cutting off half of your hand.¡° This time he looked angry. I might have found his weak point, well it was probably the weakpoint of every man: pride. But before he could do something he was interrupted by his master: ?Let¡¯s end this childish banter and come to the reason you are here.¡° ?Fine with me, after all you would think a thug that was defeated would stay low, I bet if master J¡¯zargo knew I would meet you he would have told me to send his regards. How is that arm of yours?¡° J¡¯zargo had told me the story about his fight with the sith during the rebellion of Dubrillion. He had severed the siths left arm before the sith fled and the man in front of me had a mechanical left arm meaning that he was that same sith. A good thing, that meant there was a rather low probability of more than these two sith to be hopping around the galaxy. He grit his teeth. ?You are here for one reason and for one reason only: To join the new sith empire. I wouldn¡¯t normally tell you this, but since you aren¡¯t going to go anywhere anytime soon, it doesn¡¯t matter if you know: We are scouts of the empire here to prepare the arrival of it¡¯s fleet in a few years. But we just so happened to hear about a jedi youngling with incredible potential and thought it would be a shame to let this youngling waste her potential to the jedi. It¡¯s too bad that you¡¯re a halfbreed, but even halfbreeds or aliens can go far in the empire if they are powerful enough. Join the sith order and I will teach you the true secrets of the force, the mysteries of the dark side.¡° He began this little speach with a tone of suppressed anger, but it gradually turned into something akin to a not very convincing recruitment speech of a third rate villain. Of course there was only one answer I could give: ?Nope, you¡¯re stupid.¡° The younger man didn¡¯t seem to like that, he looked at me with a horrified look. ?How can you fail to reach for this power like every proper Drayen should? Our family began as warriors and a warriors goal is to achieve absolute power¡° ?You¡¯re not a part of the Drayen family, what¡¯s it to you?¡° ?Of course I am a Drayen, my name is prince Martin Drayen, I¡¯m your uncle.¡° So that¡¯s how it was, no wonder he seemed familiar, he looked quite a bit like my father, but that didn¡¯t mean I would just accept that. ?Yeah no. In case you aren¡¯t aware, my father kicked everyone who was a part of that little terrorist stunt you pulled from the family. There are only four Drayens right now: My father, my mother, my little brother and me. You are just a random stranger without a last name.¡° ?How dare you¡­¡° ?Shut it, you¡¯re annoying. In regards to joining the sith, I don¡¯t wanna join some half cooked, brain dead psychopaths who aren¡¯t even able to understand their own code.¡° I could see their faces turn red in anger, but they really seemed to have trained themselves in fighting down their anger, something necessary, they were hiding from the jedi after all, it wouldn¡¯t do for them to lose control over themselves in public. After they had calmed themselves down a little the old man decided to try to mock me: ?Oho, if you think you know our code then by all means, enlighten us.¡° That was perfect for my situation. If I was able to convince them of my opinion there was a chance to get out of this alive and unharmed. ?I always thought that the sith couldn¡¯t have been that bad. In all the stories I heard and read they were portrayed as the worst of monsters. There was no way in my mind that so many people could so easily fall so far. There is an old saying, it originates from the homeplanet of humans: History is written by the winners. For some time I thought that the sith too were demonised in the stories and the jedi shown in a too bright light, I have already met a few jedi with a rather unpleasent character, no organisation or gouvernment can ever be perfect.¡° ?So, why not become a sith? It is a proven fact that the way of the dark side is much more powerful.¡° I had come across a very rare sih lord: This one was able to have a calm converstion. ?The dark side isn¡¯t more powerful, it leads to power faster, but that power is uncontrolled and corrupts the user. At least how the common sith uses it. The sith code says: Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion I gain strength,This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. Through strength I gain power, Through power I gain victory, Through victory my chains are broken. The force shall free me. The first line looks suspiciously like a direct response to the first line oft he jedi order: There is no emotion, there is peace, which leads me to believe that the codes were made to contradict each other. In other words: The two codes are two different ways to achieve the same goal and that goal is the mastery of the force. The jedi use the force by calming their emotions and by seeking knowledge in order to gain control over it while sith use the force by heightening their emotions and pursuing a goal or ?victory¡® as it is called in the code. The codes only determine, how the force it used and not what the force is used for. Any user of the jedi code could kill their emotions to accomplish whatever selfish goal and any user of the sith code could heighten positive emotions like love or compassion to achieve a goal like healing the sick and freeing themselves or other people from the chains of suffering and guilt. But for whatever reason the jedi code was in history and is even today commonly percieved as the path to the ?light¡®, while the sith code was and is seen as the way of ?darkness¡® and after a while the two approaches of using the force where dubbed as the ?dark side¡® and the ?light side¡®. But the thing that I don¡¯t like about the sith is, that you guys use only negative emotions and often completely contradict the sith code. The ultimate goal of the sith code is freedom, but you let yourself be controlled and chained by your hatred and anger, therefore harshly limiting and hurting yourself and those around you. One example for that is the story of the great sith lord Darth Vader. Because of his betrayal of the jedi and the use of only his negative emotions his love to his wife turned into obsession and he ended up killing his wife. The story which led to me believing in the jedi¡¯s story of the sith however was the tales of the sith lords Darth Imperius and Darth Midone during the war five thousand years ago. Those two members of the dark council were known for their compassion and mercyful actions and along with their apprentices Jaesa Willsaam and Ashara Zavros held the positions of the four greatest sith of their time. The journal of my ancestors Risha and Ducion Drayen describe any interactions they had with these four sith as pleasent and name Darth Imperiusas the person who defeated both emperor Vitiate and hiss on Arcann in single combat. They were on the way to establish a peaceful coexistence between the Republic and the Empire, but were betrayed and killed by the other sith, causing many citizens and whole systems to side with the Republic, which led to the defeat of the Empire.¡° ?That¡¯s a lie. It was Darth Marr who vanquished the eternal throne and those who sat on it.¡° If my hand was free I would have facepalmed. Martin seemed to be unable to carefully listen. ?As I said before history is written by the winners. My knowledge of the time comes from a relatively neutral source, the diaries of my ancestors, who were mercenaries and smugglers, which mostly conincides with the official records. The only reason they supported the Republic was, I quote ?The Empire and the Republic both aren¡¯t perfect, but at least the Republic tries¡°.¡° The old sith, I still didn¡¯t know his name, looked to be contemplating a bit, before a cruel smirk appeared on his face: ?I heard your opinion and have concluded that you will not willingly join the Empire. Fortunately you don¡¯t have a choice, which means I get to persuade you.¡° Apparently it wasn¡¯t possible to peacefully convince them after all. How unlucky. When the old sith stepped forward and roughly laid his hand over my face I felt real dread for the first time in this life. I had felt fear quite a few times, the most recent the moment I woke up naked and bound in this room, but now was a really bad time to feal such a massive amount of it. A experienced sith could use my fear to gain access to my mind and make forceful and unwelcome changes. So I did the only thing that came to mind: I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcefully controlling my emotions and heightening my mental defences to maximum. I was just fast enough to block his initial assault, something akin to the charge of heavy cavallery. Fortunately I had done something uncommon: I had trained my mental defences to extraordinary extends. It was comparable to the defences of a lower jedi master and jedi generally had a better mental defence than sith. That was because it needed an extraordinary amount of discipline to silence ones emotions and discipline was a huge factor in a battle of the mind. So his cavallery assault ran head first into a massive wall of stone. No matter how much he battered my defences, they stood strong. I could probably have entered his mind, but I didn¡¯t want to risk that. It could cause insanity to invade a sith¡¯s mind and only jedi with specialized training would ever atempt it. I was very good at the mental arts, but I lacked the necessary training to try that. He could have easily invaded my mind while I was asleep, but that would have been stupid. When asleep a mind wanders on strange paths and there is a very high chance for an intruder to get lost in the realm of dreams. After he realized he couldn¡¯t break my mind he retreated into his own body and backed away from me. I had scored a small victory, but I knew what would come next, so I entered a deep meditative state and emptied my being of any thoughts or feelings. From very far I heard the voice of the old sith: ?It¡¯s a shame I have to break such a strong minded person, but you don¡¯t leave me any choice.¡° He didn¡¯t sound regretful. His voice had a touch of glee and excitement. -------The following is a torture session. I thought I¡¯d warn you--------------------------------- A second later I felt pain wreak my whole body. Even though I had deeply sunken into my connection of the force, I almost wasn¡¯t able to take it. That was the nature of a sith¡¯s torure lightning. With enough proficiency a sith could change the nature of their lightning to either kill their victiom, stun them or inflict unimaginable pain on them. With the lightning they would send their hatred to not only harm the body, but also the mind and emotional stability of their opponents. It was a perfect tool to break somebody and because of the force restricting shackles I couldn¡¯t even use the force to lessen the pain. I could still connect to it, but my body lost the ability to channel it. After what felt like hours the pain stopped. By the time I was exhausted. I slowly opened my eyes. I didn¡¯t know what I did while I was tormented by the lightnig, wether I screamed or not, wether I said something or not, wether I begged for mercy or not. I only knew that the entirety of my being became pain. In front of me I saw the grinning face of the old man, his eyes a shining yellow as he savored my pain. ?What a surprise, not even a sound! It will be fun to break you!! Come in, X5!¡° His voice was crazed. He probably hadn¡¯t been able to torture in the last few years, he had to avoid attention after all and kidnapping random people draws attention. To his words a medical droid came in, carrying a metal case. ?Many sith are satisfied with using their lightning for torture, but I much prefer to use other methods to have fun!¡° With those words he grabbed my left arm and unshakled it before binding it to a table the droid pushed to my left side. Through the haze in my mind I wasn¡¯t even able to summon the will to struggle. The sith opened the case the droid had brought, bringing to light an assortment of tools, from knives to phials of glass, hammers and nails, tongs, skrews and all kinds of other instruments. He pickedup a butcher knife and slowly turned around before using the force to force my fingers to spread on the table. Without any hesitation he brought the blade down on my figers, sending the tips of my forefinger, middle finger and ring finger flying away, accompanied by a stream of blood, which painted the table red. I looked at my fingers in disbelieve and then the pain struck me. It was worse than the one before, if not in intensity, then because of the fact it came with a large feeling of loss. Those fingertips were gone, they wouldn¡¯t come back and there would be other things following. It wasn¡¯t a problem for them, if they succeeded in breaking me, they could just replace my bodyparts with machines. I wasn¡¯t prepared for the pain this time, so I screamed. Loudly. And he laughed. Loudly. He grabbed a phial with a white content and rubbed the salt into the wounds, adding a anguishing burning sensation to the harsh sting of the cut off finger And then he shot lightning again, this time causing me to scream during the whole duration of the shocks. After a while, I didn¡¯t have the energy to scream anymore. He stopped and I could practically see the happiness radiating off his skin, while I hung elirious and panting from my shackles, My whole body hurting. The worst part as the huge ball of pain wer my fingertips once were. ?I¡¯ll be back tomorrow, good night little jedi.¡° He walked away and I weakly wondered, when his apprentice had left. Before he rounded the corner he looked over his shoulder and smirked. Hatred. Burning hatred sparked deep within me for a second before I quickly supressed it. ,There is no hatred, there is only pity There is no pain, only contentment¡® When he left, the light left with him. And then the voices came.
So, here is the chapter. I really hope it isn''t too bad, I saw that a few people didn''t like that the story stopped to be lighthearted, but this is necessary for the progress of the story (in my opinion), so I hope, that you will continue reading my story, even after this change of direction. IMPORTANT I already wrote this in fragments throughout the comment sections throughout the different chapters, but I have a different opinion of the jedi and sith codes than most, I hope I could explain it with this chapter. With it also comes a categorization of Jedi and Sith: Jedi: uses the ''light side'' for others and not for their personal gain. grey jedi: Uses the ''light side'' however they want dark jedi: Uses the ''light side'' with bad intentions and for their personal gain. Sith: uses the ''dark side'' only with negative emotions and intentions True Sith: Uses the ''dark side'' with all emotions Light Sith: Uses the ''dark side'' only with positive emotions and intentions In case you are wondering, Shira is a grey jedi in my eyes. But since she has strong morals and has a gentle (though funloving and maybe a little dominating and arrogant (often talks down to others and sees many people with an in her eyes wrong opinion as stupid)) character, she usually uses the force wuth good intentions. At the moment. Next chapter could take a while, exams are coming up. NOT IMPORTANT Originally I wanted to write a long chapter and study this weekend, but somehow I got stuck rereading Andur''s "Beyond?". A really good story, I hereby recommend it to all my readers. As always I hope you liked the chapter Bye Chapter 16: Division and Unity Division and Unity There are no emotions, there is peace. Bismarck Bismarck Bismarck Bismarck biss. There is a blue house standing on a red house, which is lying on a black egg. In the blue house lives the red man, in the red house lives the blue woman and both of them live in the black egg, which is l living in the blue houses chimney. The chimney shoots lasers at everybody flying by underground. Those driving through the air on pink blades of grass drive through the nose of the blue woman and out of the black egg in the middle of the red mans underpants drawer in the red houses basement, which is standing in the suns core on a large tundra situated in the black hole in the middle of the galaxy, which is being digested in Brook¡¯s afro, while Karl is eating the red mans hands. As a result Bismarck is walking through Zeus¡¯ head and swimming through hyperspace towards an ant, who is drinking the blue woman, who is eating the black egg, which is vomiting out Brook¡¯s afro in her foot. The foot is laughing at the red man¡¯s hands, which are kicking Karl in the brain, causing Bismarck to bite Marck¡¯s finger. Marck is on his way to school after he died because a pimple developed in his brain, which caused him to walk on his head. The reason for this is because Zeus threw his Dentri at the black egg, who kills D**ald T**mp in order to bring peace to the elemental nations. Marck is already digging out into his fathers womb and because B***ndo¡¯s got what plants crave, Bismarck bit Marck in the other nose. Because the red mans hands just killed Bismarck¡®s grandmother, who was just being born by the black eggs great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandniece¡¯s best enemie¡®s, that means the red man¡¯s dog¡¯s cat, dog, whose name is Bismarck, Marck bit Bismarck back. (Hello dear readers, as you can see, Shira is at the moment not able to serve as the narrator of this story, therefore I, Fritz, the supernatural entity planting ideas in the author¡¯s head, will guide you through this chapter. The part before relates to the non-realistic sentence ?Bismarck Bismarck Bismarck Bismarck biss (that¡¯s what it sounds like, when you write it down it says: Bismarck biss Marck bis Marck Bismarck biss, which translates to: Bismarck bit Marck until Marck bit Bismarck.). As can clearly be seen, the continouus torture caused Shira to go slightly mental. After we left Shira last time, exhausted and with a crippled left hand,) There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. (she fell into a fitful sleep, which was only made worse because of the voices. Many vengeful and hatefilled voices whispered into her ears and her very mind. When she woke up the next morning to an empty room, empty except fort he medical droid making sure she doesn¡¯t die of course, the first thing she did was ask where she is at the moment. The answer is Dromund Kaas, the capital planet of the old sith empire, a planet declared as taboo by the Republic. Normally the Jedi would easily be able to find her but the problem is that Shira is confined to one of the deepest tombs of the temple of the dark side. The negative emotions that permeate this area, in short the dark side in this place is so strong, that it completely covers Shira¡¯s presence in the force. The following days, weeks and months, maybe even years, even I don¡¯t know, because the author is too lazy to calculate how long Shira has already been there, the old sith, whose name Shira still doesn¡¯t know, which is in no way because neither the author nor me want to come up with a name for someone who is willing to hurt my cute little Shira-chan,) There is no passion, there is serenity. (continued to torture Shira. This whole time Shira didn¡¯t even let a single sound past her lips as she tried to sink into a deep meditation, somewhere along the way she went a little insane. You can¡¯t expect much, the old sith seemed to be hellbent on having Shira always remember her status as ?Halfbreed¡¯as he called it, which caused him to more or less half her. First he cut her left arm off. Not in one go mind you, every two days he would cut off a slice of Shira¡¯s left arm and afterwards rub salt into the wound. Normally such torture would kill the tortured before the torturer can go beyond the ellbow, but the medical droid standing by 24/7 made sure that Shira wouldn¡¯t die. On the days Shira wouldn¡¯t loose a slice of her arm, he worked on her right leg. He would flay a piece of her, beginning with her toes and working his way up. When the flesh lay raw, he would again rub salt into it and leave it to dry. Once the flesh was completely dried out, he would gradually cut off her flesh. At the moment there are only the bones of her right leg remaining, everything else is gone. Even her right buttcheek and labium. Though he was also gradually breaking the bones off. Since the arm was faster done then the leg, he proceeded by giving the same treatment to one of her tails. Because she was in her two-tailed nekomata form when she was knocked out and) There is no chaos, there is harmony. (because the transformation is a racial skill only possible as a result of her species¡® strong connection to the force, she couldn¡¯t transform back into her base-form. He pulled out her right eye and cut it to pieces while it was still connected to her nerves, dangling out of her eye socket, he removed her left ear piece by piece and even stripped the right side of her head of hair skin and flesh, exposing her naked skull to the world. He cut off half of her nose and spread an incountable number of cuts across her whole left side. He even pulled out half her teeth, alternating between upper jaw and lower jaw, she isn¡¯t able to eat anything but soup anymore. Not that he gave her food anyway. The droid was tasked with supplying her body with all the nutrition needed to survive. During the whole time he periodically tormented her with torture lightning. In the beginning he had fun, later he saw a challenge in her defiance to even open her mouth and in the end he grew frustrated, which resulted in even more painful inflictions.) ?I don¡¯t understand why you won¡¯t just kill her. If she hasn¡¯t broken yet I doubt she ever will.¡° (Even though he technically is Shira¡¯s uncle, Martin Drayen didn¡¯t do anything to stop the torment of his niece. As far as Shira could deduce, at least when she was still sane, his thoughts were something along the line of ?No matter how much she is hurt, after she joins us we can just give her an even stronger body and if she doesn¡¯t join us, she will die) There is no death, there ist he force. (and stop sullying the name of my Drayen family¡® or something like that. Or he was completely mental.) ?Simple. If she doesn¡¯t join us before she becomes a woman, we¡¯ll just use her body to produce powerful sith.¡° (He had taken extra care to not damage any of her internal organs or female parts [aside from her right labium, but that isn¡¯t really necessary to reproduce].) ?Ah, I get it. But if that happens none of them will be allowed to have the name Drayen, I shall not allow my families name to be dirtied by children of a halfbreed who were even conceived out of wedlock¡° (Obviously Shira is in a dire situation. Let¡¯s see what her thoughts are) ?Look for the *clap* bare necessities, the simple bare necessities¡­¡® ?In einem B?chlein helle, da schoss in froher Eil die launische Forelle vor¨¹ber wie ein Pfeil¡­¡® ((I will find my way, I can go the distance, I''ll be there some day¡­)) Wer reitet so sp?t durch Nacht und Wind? Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind¡­. ?Alles dreht sich um mich, alles dreht sich um mich, alles dreht sich um mich nur um mich¡­¡®This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. Im Rhein im heiligen Strome, da spiegelt sich in den Wellen¡­ ?Let it go, let it go, can¡¯t hold it back anymore¡­¡® Die Rose, die Lilie, die Taube, die Sonne, die liebt ich einst alle in Liebeswonne,¡­ ?Like fire, hellfire, this fire in my skin, this burning desire is turning me to sin¡­¡® Still ist die Nacht, es ruhen die Gassen, in diesem Hause wohnte mein Schatz. Sie hat schon l?ngst¡­ ?Don Giovanni, a cenar tecor, invitassi et sum veno...'' Notte giorno faticar, perci nulla sagradir, piovai vento soppotar, manjar male mal dormir¡­ ?A whole new world, a new fantastic point of view...'' (Dies ire, dies illa solvet saeclum in fa villa teste David cum Sybilla¡­) (,Ein bisschen Friede, ein bisschen Sonne, f¨¹r diese Erde auf der wir wohnen¡­) (Ich hasse Kinder, ich hasse Kinder, bei Kindern werd¡® ich gleich zum S¨¹nder¡­) There is no hatred, there is pity. (,Ich hab¡® keine Lust, erwachsen zu werden. Mein Leben ist doch sch?n genau wie es ist¡­) (Why should I worry? Why should I care?...) (?In diesen heil¡¯gen Hallen kennt man die Rache nicht und ist ein Mensch gefallen f¨¹hrt Liebe ihn zur Pflicht¡­¡®) (OOOH, wie will ich triumphieren, wenn sie euch zum Richtplatz sie ihn f¨¹hren¡­) (,Is this the real life, is this just fantasy, caught in a landslide, no escape from reality¡­¡®) Gro?er Herr, oh starker K?nig, liebster Heiland oh wie wenig achtest du der Erden Pracht¡­ (I shall explain the reason why a number of songtext beginnings were just listed. All of these songs are to sound simultanously. Shira was a musician in her first life. In her head there was always a piece of music playing. Because of the intense physical and mental pain combined with the mental attacks of a number of dead sith lords, Shiras mind was fragmented. Now each fragment plays their own music resulting in a cacophony of notes to constantly resound in her mind. The ones written down above are but a selection of the vocal music, accompanying these pieces are a lot more vocal music as well as a huge number of instrumental pieces. I hereby disclaim any rights to the featured music and will post links to those that are available on YouTube in the Author¡¯s Note.) ?Don¡¯t talk like you are any better¡® You shall bow to the mighty Lord Pharshol! (The problem ist hat some of these fragments have been posessed by the ancient Sith spirits wandering these halls, resulting in a constant battle for dominance inside Shira¡¯s head. But there are also fragments that have taken on rather ¡­ strange personalities) I AM THE KING IN THE NORTH!! (That guy for example, in other words there is a complete chaos in here, so the probability of Shira deciding anything in the near future isn¡¯t really that high, since sane fragments like me don¡¯t really stand a chance against the mass of insane) There is no madness, there is reason. (ones hindering us in making a decision. The last time we held a conference between all fragments of Shira¡¯s mind, a completely insane part that dubs himself ?the Jester¡® claimed it was too boring and decided to start a free for all soccer match, with a fragment that thinks itself a hyena by the name of Edd as the ball. Similar events are constantly ongoing and since all of us are one mind, everyone registers everything that happens in here, making everyone even more insane than before. For example the one who thought the part at the beginning of the chapter. In the beginning it was a sane fragment, though it wasn¡¯t exactly normal. It always thought about a question and whem it had solved the question it would think of a new one to answer. Everyone called it ?the Thinker¡®. Now it always has thoughtprocesses like the example at the beginning of the chapter.) ((?Fischers Fritz fischt frische Fische, frische Fische fischt fischers Fritz. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA¡®)) (Then there is that guy who is constantly annoying everyone, making bad jokes and things like tongue twisters about all the other fragments. It is a surprise that there are some sane fragments left.) YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO (And he has a laughing fit again. When he realized he wasn¡¯t a skeleton, but a mindfragment, he went insane, because he couldn¡¯t make his skull jokes anymore, so as you can clearly see there isn¡¯t much to salvage here anymore, I¡¯m sorry to say that this story has to end because even I, the supernatural entity planting ideas in the authors head am not able to come up with a satisfactoy story with Shira as she is now as the MC. We¡¯re really sorry to say goodbye at this point, the author didn¡¯t have the balls to show himself to say goodbye. So that¡¯s it. The end. There is no ending, there is a new beginning. (Oh, I almost forgot, the part constantly thinking the jedi code and similar phrases is the part of Shira that succeeded in entering a very deep meditation and stayed conneced to the force the whole duration of Shira¡¯s captivity. I don¡¯t really know if that fragment is sane or insane, I guess I¡¯ll have to wait and see when it wakes up and sees the division of Shira¡¯s mind) There is no division, there is unity. (Hey what¡¯s happening, why is everything turning dark? Stop, I don¡¯t want to die!!!) ?NOOOOOOO¡® ((STOP IT!! I SAID STOP IT! DARTH ANDRU IS ORDERING YOU TO STOP!!) OOOOOHAHAH! OOOOOHEHEHHHEHEHEHE Einen Weiser seh¡® ich stehen, unverr¨¹ckt vor meinem Blick, eine Stra?e muss ich gehen, die noch keiner ging zur¨¹ck (A guidepost I see standing, unwavering in my sight, a road I must walk which no one ever walked back) I¡¯M BACK ¡­Can someone tell me, were the other half of my body is? ¡­and why those wounds don¡¯t hurt? (((There is a jedi here.))) (((So this is what light is, I had forgotten in the long darkness))) (((HAA, Finally I can breath again, but I don¡¯t have lungs, so I can¡¯t breath, GHOST JOKE))) (((¡­Why do I wish we were never awakened right now.))) ¡­and why are there four ghost women standing in front of me? Chapter 16.5: Shira¡¯s meditation I feel pain all over my body, I hear voices coming from all directions, threatening to take over my mind. My head feels like it is being ripped to pieces, my memories begin to grow dimmer and new memories take their place. When confused you are, the first thing to do, breathing it is. So I breath, a deep breath filling my whole body with air and expelling it slowly. The effect is astounding, my head becomes clearer every second, the foreign memories disappear again but soon the pain begins again. When in danger jedi are, trust in the force they must. I am one with the force, the force is with me¡­ Why should the force be with me? The force doesn¡¯t care about good or evil, it just is. So why would it be with me, or with anybody? Why can force users control the force? Midichlorians? No, they are just something like a focus, channeling the force. Why then, why can we use the force? The force everybody can use. Only those there are, who have a closer connection. Force users they are. But the force, help anybody it can. A premonition in a tight situation, a critical increase in physical abilities during stress. The force holds the universe together, so it flows through everything and everyone. With the right training, everybody can guide it. Midichlorians are microscopic creatures who act as catalysts for force users to strengthen their connection to the force, they are not the reason a force user can use the force. It¡¯s just about the right training. But why? Why are sentient creatures able to control the force? The force control you can not. Guide it you can as it can guide you. I can guide the force to do what I want and the force in return can guide me to do the same, but why should the force guide anybody? Why should something so mighty bother with such lowly creatures? The force guides those who connect to it. It is passive, listening to the suggestions of those talking to it and those who ask the loudest or the most convincing can direct it. Does the Force have a conciousness? Doesn¡¯t matter, the force is, wether it is sentient or not, it is everywhere. The will of the force doesn¡¯t exist, otherwise it wouldn¡¯t allow those, who go against that will to guide it. So why can we guide the force? What gives us the ability? I am one with the force, the force is with me. I am one with the force. The force is everywhere. Everyone is one with the force. The Force is one with everybody. I am one with the force, I am the force. Everybody is one with the force, everybody is the force. If everybody is the force, that means everybody is me? One galaxy, one universe, one multiverse, one omniverse, one existence. One Force. There is no division, there is no difference, in the beginning there was nothing, everything came from nothing, everything consists of nothing, the force came from nothing, the force is one with us in nothingness. Everybody, everything is a different shade of nothing, everything is one. There is no division, there is unity.
So, how did you like it? I personally don''t think it''s that good, but I thought it was really hard to write a chapter with an insane MC. IMPORTANT Nothing much to write here, besides the origins of the song titles, which are in the Bottom Author''s note. NOT IMPORTANT I have a question again: Who do you think is the strongest Ice user in fiction? Why this question? Because I added the beginning of ,Let it go'' in this chapter. I think the three strongest Ice users in fiction are: Esdeath from Akame ga Kill, Aokiji from One Piece and Elsa from Frozen There may be stronger ones I don''t know, but I think those three stand equal to each other on the top. From the powers we have seen from them Esdeath is the strongest (Creating an army of autonomous Ice soldiers, freezing what I think is half a planet, freezing time and space), but she can''t make herself intangible like Aokiji can. In raw power and range of abilities Aokiji is behind Esdeath, but Esdeath would be unable to even hurt Aokiji. Besides Aokiji can freeze Tsunamis and set off eternal winters. From what we''ve seen until now Elsa is far weeker than those two...not. True in a straight up fight she would have no chance, but that doesn''t change the fact that she can create completely sentient life with her powers (We don''t know how sentient Esdeath''S Ice soldiers are) and set off an eternal winter without trying or realizing it...and thaws it in about five seconds. Now imagine if Elsa trained her powers... Ok that''s it for this week, see you in the comments Chapter 17: Reunion There is no division, there is unity. I was rather disoriented. I could¡¯ve sworn that I weathered the torture in deep meditation, but memories of thoughts and internal conversations battered my mind, making me question my sanity. I was pretty sure that I was sane at that moment, but so many conflicting things raced through my mind¡­If I didn¡¯t know better, I¡¯d say my mind had been fragmented and I had somehow put it back together when I meditated about the force, but that couldn¡¯t have happened, right? Additionally I wonderedd where the pain from all my injuries had gone. Anyways I decided to seal all those confusing thoughts and memories in the back of my mind for the moment as I had to concentrate on the four ghosts standing in front of me. The one to the left was a pretty female Togruta in robes with two lightsaber hilts strapped to her belt and a serene smile on her face, to her left (my right) stood two¡­absolutely identical, extremely beautiful female humans, both with dark hair in a high ponytail, piercing eyes of unknown colour (they¡®re ghosts) and petite body. Even their clothing was identical, both wearing a dark robe with rather prominent pauldrons and an armored torso. The only difference I could spot was the fact that one of them had one lightsaber and the other had two. The last one was a slightly taller female human, just as ravishing as the others, but with a curvier body type. She too had dark hair, but hers was freely falling to her shoulders. She too wore a robe, but her lightsaber looked like a double bladed one. All of them emitted a feeling of compassion, happiness and other positive emotions and despite my circumstances I found myself smiling in their presence. ((You have my thanks for freeing us, little Jedi)) That was one of the twins in the middle. She had a quite brisk voice, almost harsh, but by no means unfriendly. ?Who are you?¡° I wanted to be sure. I had an idea, I mean how many friendly ghosts would one find in an ancient sith temple? The other of the twins, the one with two lightsabers answered with a chipper voice: ((We are sith who wanted to change the empire into a worthwhile and reasonable nation, though in the end we were betrayed and stabbed in the back by the other sith. I never understood how they thought killing each other would make their order stronger, they didn¡¯t even understand that change is necessary for progress, everytime a new leader appeared he or she did essentially the same the one before them did, it was really frustrating to try and change things back then, I even...)) ((Master, you¡¯re doing it again)) The woman on the right looked slightly exasperated as she said that. ((What? Sorry)) her cheeks darkened a little, ((I blame Vette for this, but at least I don¡¯t have a stick up my butt like my little sister)) ((It¡¯s called serious, little sister)) Though she sounded a bit annoyed. ((Who are you calling little sister? I am the firstborn, I was on the council first, I am clearly the big sister!)) ((Clearly I am the firstborn, clearly proven by the fact that I am much stronger in the force than you, little sister.)) ((Sorry about them little one, they were like this even when we were alive)) The Togruta had a really gentle voice, hearing it let me feel at ease with their presence. But then she turned to the sisters who had a staring contest and spoke in a more teasing tone: ((Seriously though you two are twins, you¡¯re the same age)) The two just huffed and turned away from each other. The woman on the right chuckled lightly before she decided to continue the conversation: ((Come on, we haven¡¯t even introduced ourselves yet, have your manners left you in the ¡­ how long has it been since we were sealed? No matter, introductions first. My name is Jaesa Willsaam, former Jedi Padawan, later Sith Lord and direct subordinate of the Wrath of the Emperor.)) ((Oh, me next. I was known as Darth Midone, nobody really thought about an official Darth title for me, always calling me ?Lord Wrath¡®, didn¡¯t even have the decency to call me ?Lady Wrath¡®, stupid patriarchical society)) She was pouting in the end. I was rather confused, how can such a happy person ever be called ?Lord Wrath¡®? It didn¡¯t fit her at all! ((How you were bestowed the title of Wrath will eternally remain a mystery, little sister. My name is Midome, but I was commonly known as Darth Imperius, a member of the Dark council.)) ((I still think the periodical fights over who is the big sister were the real reason they disposed of us, my name is Ashara Zavros. In my life I was first a Jedi and then something in between a Jedi and a sith.)) ((Silly apprentice, we already agreed to call it ?true sith¡® didn¡¯t we?)) ((You girls did, I will never call myself a sith)) Midome turned to me, curious the two former Darths didn¡¯t have a family name, but the other two did? I¡¯d have really liked to know why that was. ((Now you know who we are, but we don¡¯t know who you are, so what¡¯s your name?)) This was the first time in a while that I got a word in¡­ I shall make a good impression, I admired those four the moment I read about them in the archives, I never believed I would be able to meet them. ?My name is Shira Drayen, I just became a padawan before my capture. It¡¯s an honor to meet four of the greatest force users ever.¡° All of them smiled, though all in different intensity. Midome only smiled a light smile, Midone on the other hand had a huge grin on her face. ((So we are still remembered¡­I thought the sith would have erased all mentions of our existence after our deaths)) ((Drayen? You¡¯re Risha and Ducions descendant then? Those two were awesome, not so stiff and boring like the rest of the people at the talks during those temporary alliance meetings.)) ?I wouldn¡¯t say remembered¡­I only know of you because I did some extracurricular study on the subject of the galactic war five thousand years ago for a class project. Most of the other younglings didn¡¯t believe that sith could be nice, but Master Yoghurt praised me and used it as a lesson for us to be open minded and don¡¯t judge people by what they are, but what they have do. Though there are some mentions of you in the journal of Risha and Ducion too.¡° ((Five thousand years? That¡¯s quite a while¡­So why are you kept here?)) ((Smooth transition indeed, little sister)) ?Some sith lord of the ?new sith empire¡® tried to break me in order to make me switch sides, when I said no he went a little overboard.¡° ((A little? He cut off half of you! How are you even still alive? Is there still war in the galaxy?)) For a Darth Midone sure asks some random questions...better answer her. ?The force is known to do wonders now and then, and no, there is no war at the moment. The last time a sith empire existed was when you were alive, three millenia ago there was an atempt for a new one, but the sith that randomly rampaged through the galaxy the following millenium were not organized enough to be called a nation, a little more than two millenia ago there was a war with the ?brotherhood of darkness¡® were all sith but two were destroyed and a thousand years after that a brief rule of a galactic empire, but a sith empire has not existed since your era and there hasn¡¯t been any sith since more than a thousand years ago. My guess is that these two are from somewhere else.¡° After that all of them thought a bit before Midome extended her right arm and used the force to rip my shackles into pieces. I took the chance and immediately let the force course through my body, realizing how much stronger my connection had grown during the long meditation I maintained while I was imprisoned. I immediately asked the force to let me float and the force answered my plea. ?Thanks¡° I said with a bright smile, I hoped it was a bright smile at least. I somehow was unable to summon forth the happiness I held within me before I was kidnapped. She just smiled a little smile at me and I could see understanding in her eyes. Then I remembered something a jedi called Quorian Dorjis, who had been imprisoned on Korriban five thousand years ago had written down: Two sith acolyte twins had saved him and allowed him to escape his imprisonment, one of them had been raised by their sith father and one by their slave mother, though he didn¡¯t know their names, he found out that they had only met again in the sith academy. I thought I knew which was which. ((There is an ancient ritual to bind ghosts to a force user. In the beginning it was a technique only usable by sith, because it forcefully took the ghosts freedom. Later I edited the ritual and was able to change it. I created a ritual that lets a ghost voluntarily bind itself to a host as long as the ghost wishes. After our deaths our bodies and spirits were bound and sealed inside this temple, the seal broke just now but we still can¡¯t leave. The force tells me that you were the reason for the seal to break, therefore we would like to bind ourselves to you, because then we will be able to leave and one last time see the galaxies beauty before we ask you to cleanse us and pass on.))(Midome) ((It¡¯s like what you did with those dead sith right? But you almost blew yourself up doing that! And wait, don¡¯t decide things for me!!))(Midone) ((As if you could stand spending eternity in a dusty old tomb with only mad ghosts to keep you company. Our apprentices will follow us. The only reason I almost died was because the spirits I bound tried to take over my body, causing a clash of their respective powers. Since we do not want to take over her body there won¡¯t be any problem. Besides with her latent talent she will have no problems holding our power within her. I enlarged myself beyond my limits too hastily and while using the dark side. My control simply wasn¡¯t good enough. A jedi will always be more suited to hold foreign powers within them because they can control themselves and the force better.))Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. ?I don¡¯t see why it should be any problem at all. All of us are one through the force, how can it cause a problem for me to harbour myself inside of my body?¡° They looked at me with disbelieve. It made sense, didn¡¯t it? ((A child was able to reach the philosophical point we reached right before our death? Unbelievable, how¡­)) There were quick footsteps from two pairs of feet. ?They¡¯re coming back, please leave them to me.¡° I could feel the anger and hate bubble up inside of me, washing my rational thoughts away until I could barely think. There is no emotion, there is peace. I let the wave of emotions flow past and out of me, taking all the resentment with it and leaving inside me only calmness. I closed my eye and asked the force for support and it answered my gentle plea. I felt the force in the space around me, not around me, I was the force so I was everything around me. Because I was everything I could move everything to my will. A second later the metal doors of the chamber were opened noisily and violently and after taking only one step inside both sith began choking. They looked at me with wide eyes, their force shields flared up, but they still continued to choke. Unable to breathe they slowly fell to their knees and began coughing up blood before falling over. There they lay, coughing and hacking, trying to get even one breathe of air inside themselves and after over a minute of suffering they stilled and their eyes dulled. Their presence in the force vanished. I was still sitting in the air, not moving a muscle filled with absolute serenity. ((Impressive, you took all of the oxygen out of their lungs and filled them with dust and the more harmful components of the air, but how were you able to do it without them reacting?)) I looked at Midome, no emotion visible on my face: ?That¡¯s why the jedi will always be superior to the sith in the end. I didn¡¯t want to kill them. In fact I didn¡¯t want to involve them at all. All I did was take away the oxygen from one part of the room and replace it with other substances. A sith uses his or her emotions to attack violently, more or less shouting out to the whole world what they will do. This wasn¡¯t an attack, so they wouldn¡¯t feel an aggresive action against themselves through the force like they expected to, had they stopped and calmed down a bit they would have heard the subtle warning about poisonous air. Because their ability to breathe was cut off, they did the first thing that came to mind. They had ample experience with being choked, sith apprentices are regularly treated bad, so they form certain instincts. Their automatic reaction to being unable to breathe was erecting a force shield because the only choking they had experienced was choking by the use of the force and when the shield didn¡¯t work, they didn¡¯t know what to do. Had I had the desire to kill them, they would have come in here with their shields erected, because they would have felt my killing intent. Both of them would have easily killed me in a fight, the only way to kill an opponent so much stronger than yourself is to not fight them. I just had to kill them, that¡¯s all.¡° ((As a jedi, shouldn¡¯t you have tried to give them a second chance? This was a preemptive strike, a jedi is supposed to act passively, that¡¯s the biggestreason they sometimes have problems againstsith invasions.)) Ashara frowned a little as she said that. ?But I acted passively. They attacked my master and me without warning and we defended. After that they held me here and through their actions proved that they were unable to repent and right now I finished the fight we started all this time ago. I did what was necessary in order to stop them from harming anyone else in the future.¡° It¡¯s all about the perspective. If you really try you can bend any situation to your advantage, you just have to think around one or two corners. ((You sure you''re just a kid? You¡¯re talking like my little sister and she¡¯s five thousand!!)) ?Actually this is my second life, so my mind is that of an adult¡° ((Ahhh, that makes sense.)) ?((((((It does?))))))¡° Only to Midone it seemed. ((So, if you can move the molecules in the air however you want, that means you will be able to heal yourself, right?)) Midome caught onto my thought process. ?Unforunately not. Just think about how complex the human body is. Moving all of a certain kind of molecules to one area is relatively simple, you just have to ask the force to do it, but to rebuild a body you must understand each and every cell to fit and rebuild all of them by combining the right amount of molecules together. Adding to that is the fact that there probably are a lot of molecules I need that aren¡¯t in this room, so I would have to rip the molecules apart and combine the atoms anew, maybe even break up the atoms in order to have all the necessary material, which I then would have to form into exactly the right atoms as well as the exact amount needed, which I then would have to puzzle together just in the right way¡­not to mention all the chemical reactions I would have to replicate for the task, in theory it¡¯s possible, but in reality it would take an unthinkable amount of control and a really long time. There is another way though, which still isn¡¯t possible for me right now. I could in theory ask the force to replicate the opposite of each of my lost parts, but the problem with that is the enormous power that would take. I think not even master Skywalker, the jedi grandmaster, could do it. So since I won¡¯t be able to achieve that much power all too quickly¡­wait¡° Jaesa smiled: ((You are able to achieve that much power, in just a second. What do you say, shall we do it now?)) Without any more delay each of them closed their eyes and and brought their hands up in a praying position before they began to glow in a bright light, I had to close my eye to escape blinding. Then suddenly I felt a huge influx of power. Briefly I asked myself a question: ?If we only direct the force, why do we have our presences different intensities? Why is our power limited while we are directing the force? Heck why do we even have ?forcepower¡®? Wouldn''t we have to store the force inside our bodies for that?¡® I decided to think on that subject another time. Right then I was busy feeling overwhelmed. The power I held before, already extremely strong for a padawan, was like a drop of water compared to the large lake I now commanded, four of the greatest force users ever indeed. ((Testing, testing, Shira can you hear me?)) ((Of course she can, my ritual is perfect, little sister)) ?Could you please be quiet for a moment? I¡¯d like to be whole again.¡® ((Alright, isn¡¯t like I have been quiet for the last five thousand years.)) I decided to ignore her and concentrated. I shouldn¡¯t try to heal everything at the same time, even the power I wielded then would probably not be enough for this task, so first I started small: I asked the force to change a patch of scarred skin beside my bellybutton back to how it was supposed to be. I felt a surge of power directed at my stomach and opened my eye to see flawless skin stretch over my once hideous torso. It was only about half of the scars on the front half of my body, but it brought me hope, hope I could return to what I was before. Without delay I once again closed my eye and started to restore my body, piece by piece. When I was finished I looked down to see the flawless skin once more cover my flesh, my appearance once more as perfect as it had been before this ordeal. My hair had grown even longer, now brushing my heals. I had grown a bit, which told me that the sith had at least supplied my body with sufficient nutrition to grow, necessary considering their plans. ?How do I know their plans? I didn¡¯t hear anything during my meditation¡­doesn¡¯t matter¡® I fought down the false memories welling up within me, they couldn¡¯t be mine, just couldn¡¯t. But I still felt that something was missing. A gaping hole where my happiness once had been. I shook my head and pulled my mind out of the reach of depressing thoughts. I floated down to the ground, took my first step and immediately fell down, an intense wave of exhaustion washed over me. I almost couldn¡¯t move, only twitch my body a little. I had stopped the flow of the force through my body and now my body was telling me to rest. Though I didn¡¯t want to rest in this chamber, beside my dead tormentors where nightmares of the last few¡­how long had it been? No matter, first sleep. I asked the force for assistance and it picked me up and carried me out the door. I let the force guide me to the next comfortable resting spot, trusting it to listen to my plea. I did hear a few voices calling out to me in my head, but I couldn¡¯t summon the energy to listen to them. Soon I drifted off to sleep, before I had even reached a bed.
Stoyline Quest: Identity Completed
Condition for success: Survive Fulfilled
Condition for success 1: Remain (mostly) yourself Fulfilled
Experience Gained
Skill: Champion''s Soultransfer Restored
Champion''s Lobby
Shira''s Room
Luna''s House
Sleep
I looked at the familiar window and decided to do what I did usually when this screen popped up: I went to Luna¡¯s house. I opened my eyes only to come face to face with the woman I love her eyes widening in surprise, before gaining a sorrowful look. She didn¡¯t say anything, she just reached out and pulled me into a tight hug, stroking my back with her hands. I felt the damn break, all the anguish, hate, suffering and everything else I had bottled up during this time of torment, broke through and flooded my mind, all the tension making me hold the facade that everything was alright, that I hadn¡¯t been affected by the torture, left me, the shutters in my mind opened and allowed the memories of my time of madness to emerge. I didn¡¯t know how long I cried. I clung to Luna like a drowning man to the last plank keeping him afloat, I let all the emotions and the memories of torment and insanity that filled me leave through the floodgates in my eyes, the whole time listening to the soothing whispers and encouraging consolations of my beloved, her calming touch healing me better than all the power of a hundred spirits could. What felt like days later my cries had diminished to quiet sobs, my grip on Luna not lessening one bit. ?Shhh, everything will be allright now¡° ?Really *hick*¡° ?Really. Nothing will happen to you here.¡° I felt content. And relaxed. But the gaping hole within me still remained. For the first time since I started crying I looked up at her face, seeing the two trails of tears that were visible on her flawless cheeks, drinking in the sight of her gentle eyes and smile. ?Can I stay here forever?¡° I didn¡¯t feel like one of the strongest champions anymore. I didn¡¯t feel like one of the greatest prodigies in the history of the jedi order anymore. The first time since I had been reborn I felt like the frightened little girl I was supposed to be. ?No¡° ?B-b-but¡­¡° ?But I¡¯ll always be here for you.¡° I felt a little warmth fill me and chase away part of the cold I just then realized filled me. ?Always?¡° ?Always. Now sleep, you need your rest.¡° With those words she began to sing a lullaby. The gently flowing music made my eyelids become heavy and my mind wander off to a dreamless sleep, my arms still desperately gripping Luna for comfort.
Surprise chapter!! I hope you like this one better than the last IMPORTANT I don''t know if what I did here is a plausible behaviour in that situation. Jut so you guy know: Shira didn''t play swtor in her first life. For those who wonder: I imagine the force shield like a kind of domain that hinders others to use the force inside it''s boundaries, but can be overpowered by a strong attack. I received a comment about recovery after such an ordeal, I hope I made it understandable that Shira is not healed, physically yes, but something like that leaves a mark on somebody...though since I am a first time author I don''t really know if I can express that right. NOT IMPORTANT I changed something in chapter 15: Darth Nox to Darth Imperius. The reason for this is that I just finished the story of the ''light side Inquisitor'' in swtor for the firsst time and realized that my character is now called Imperius and not Nox like the ''dark side Inquisitor I once had...just thought I''d write it here for completion sake. I also recieved a comment about protheses on MC''s and answered that I don''t like them since they made Darth Vader weak, but I must correct myself: There are some cases where protheses are awesome, look at Hiccup''s leg (How to train your dragon) or Tony Stark''s ''High-tech protheses'' (Iron man). But Shira won''t have any. Sooo, hope you liked it. Bye Chapter 18: The starbird raises its head I didn¡¯t want to open my eyes, I wanted this dream to last just a little while longer. In the dream all of this had been over, I had been freed by millenia old ghosts, healed myself and even seen Luna again. ((Shira, stop it)) Great. The other fragments were waking up. Couldn¡¯t one at least have the comfort of waking up without torment? I decided to open my eyes, I had been woken up completely no sense in trying to delay it, the pain would come regardless whether I faked sleep or not. But when I opened my eyes I saw something I didn¡¯t expect: the colour white. The past ¡­ how long had it been? I had woken up to always the same almost pitch black darkness and if by some coincidence ther was a little light in the room I would always see the same crumbling walls. Maybe they had come up with a new way to torture me? What would it be this time? ?Good morning Shira¡° This voice wasn¡¯t something they could replicate. The most beautiful sound in existence, something they had no idea about, something that could not be faked. I looked up to see Luna¡¯s divine face with a gorgeous smile lightening her features. It hadn¡¯t been a dream. All of that had really happened. I felt relief growing in me as my eyes began to sting again. I grabbed her tighter and buried my face in her thighs which I had used as a pillow, where I continued to cry. This time I didn¡¯t cry because of the bottled up suffering releasing in one go, this time I cried out of pure relief, almost happiness that it was finally over, that I could live again. After a while, I had stopped crying and was at the moment only hugging her tightly, Luna spoke: ?It is time for you to wake up.¡° ?Do I have to?¡° ?Yes you do, but don¡¯t worry. Just one day and you can come here again. Now you have to wake up and get back home.¡° I opened my eyes to a black ceiling, feeling very comfortable on what I assumed was the next available bed. Thankfully the room around me didn¡¯t look used which means the force carried me to something akin to a guestroom in wherever the two sith had lived. The room was relatively small, without windows, one side occupied by the bed I was lying on, one by a big closet, one by a desk with a comfortable looking spinning chair in front of it and the last one blank, with only a door. ((Good morning Shira, how was your night?)) To my left stood Midome with a small, friendly smile on her face. ?Pretty good I think, comforting to finally sleep in a bed again.¡° I didn¡¯t smile. To be honest I think I didn¡¯t have any expression on my face. Now that I had dropped the mask I wore the day before, I didn¡¯t think I would be able to become that expressive girl I was before again. There was this emptiness inside me, seperating my bodies behaviour and my innermost thoughts and emotions from one another, I knew it would take something extraordinarily strong to break the indifferent face and posture of my body, like the breakdown I had the night before at Luna¡¯s house. I could have tried to pull up a mask again, I had a high acting skill after all, but I didn¡¯t quite see the point in the effort. ((That¡¯s good to hear. So tell me, what are we going to do now?)) ?Two objectives at the moment: Seek and recover any information regarding these two sith and their circumstances and return to the jedi temple on whatever vessel they have here to deliver the information to the council and the chancellor.¡° I went out of the room and the first thing I did¡­was search for a shower. It wasn¡¯t that far away, just beside the room I had occupied actually, in typical sith fashion everything was kept in dark grey and black colours, and there I was, in heaven. The bathroom wasn¡¯t really luxurious, A simple toilet seat, a simple sink, a small cupboard and a standard shower, but since this was quite the advanced civilization even a standard shower was far more high tech than anything in my old life, though I doubted that I would have complained about a barrel with a bit heated water in it. I wasn¡¯t dirty, I could banish all dirt away from my body with the force and had done so before I healed myself the day before, but as a spoiled modern person it was simply horrifying for me not to be able to get my daily shower, to miss the comfort of the hot water running down my body, sweetly luring me to completely wake up after still moving about in a dazed state of half-sleepng. Without showering or bathing, staying for who knows how long in that crumbling ancient sith tomb, I felt dirty. As I stood there in the hot shower I could feel a little sense of normalcy returning to my life, forcing my eyes to sting a little. I wasn¡¯t crying of course, the drops trickling down my cheeks were just water from the shower. I had a long, long relaxing shower. When I stepped out I let out a sigh. Pity I couldn¡¯t shower the whole day, but at least now I felt clean. I dressed myself in a simple white T-Shirt and jeans-shorts, leaving my feet bare, with my lightsaber on my left hip. This inventory sure was convenient, I had packed everything needed to survive in any environment for at least ten years in there, including all kinds of styles of clothing in my size and all sizes up to the approximate size I would need as an adult, best to be prepared. I wasn¡¯t in the mood for company and luckily the ghosts left me alone after each of them greeted me for the morning. After a hearty breakfast (finally something to eat after who knows how long) in the room I had slept in I decided to get to work. First I determined in what kind of structure I was and was unsurprised to discover it to be a starship, though not a very new one, at least nothing was wrong with it and it didn¡¯t look like a pile of scrap. Throughout the ship were posters and holo-sculptures, but all of them wandered into the cells. Yes they had cells on a ship of light freighter class. The reason? All of them were depictions of one of the two sith or ugly images of war and suffering. Some of them showed disgusting pictures of non-human races in humiliating positions, always with a slave collar around their neck and horrifying wounds marring their bodies. No wonder sith were insane. I would lose my sanity again if I had such a bad taste in art. I would have destroyed them all, but they may have had secret information hidden inside them, so I did the next best thing: Put them were they couldn¡¯t torture me with the memories that welled up everytime I looked into one of my captors hideous mugs, or saw others with the wounds that less than a day before covered me too. The ship had big and luxurious quarters for the captain and three smaller and simpler ones for other crew members and guests, I had slept in one of those. There was a room with a big holotransmitter and a few terminals on the walls, a room with a big table and a few chairs around it, a small kitchen, as well as a few different entertainment products: gaming consoles, a few shelves with ancient books, etc., one storage room, bare of anything but basic supplies, one bathroom and a room with three very small cells for prisoners. All in all acceptable, but nothing special. The ship was landed about three hundred meters away from the temple of the dark side, on a artificially made clearing with pulse emitters around it to ward off wild beasts. I searched the surroundings for anything else of use (since I had just showered and was to lazy to slip on some shoes I floated the whole time, a marvelous thing the force), but there wasn¡¯t anything but jungle and ruins. I even went back into the temple (very reluctantly) to search the bodies of the two sith for anything I could need, in the end I decided to take everything they had on them, besides their underwear, in order to not miss anything. After the work was done I finally was able to leave this wretched planet, hoping I would never have to return again. The lights streaked by as I made the transition back from hyperspace to regular space and I could lay my eyes on Coruscant again. My home. Way too crowded after my long isolation. After checking on the holonet I was able to determine that I had been away for almost two years and my eighth birthday was approaching. I was relieved to find out that there hadn¡¯t been any big changes in the galaxy, no big crisis or difficulties, chancellor Thorn was still chancellor and the peace hadn¡¯t been disturbed. Yet. I also found out that some people had tried to learn playing the few music instruments left in the galaxy after the stream of ancient music I fed the holonet companies from the storage in the archives had died down. But that wasn¡¯t important at the moment. First of all I had to get back to the jedi temple. As I approached it, the small holotransmitter in the cockpit flared to life and the figure of a Mon Calamari appeared: ?Unidentified vessel, please state your purpose in the restricted airspace of the jedi temple.¡° With a small voice, even with my new difficulty of showing emotions looking obviously anxious I answered: ?I am Padawan Shira Drayen, I have been away for two years. I¡¯m here to come home.¡°The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. The man looked shocked at me for a few seconds before turning around and shouting to somebody I couldn¡¯t see: ?Call master Yoghurt and tell him to come to hangar bay 195 ASAP, he won¡¯t believe this!¡° He turned to me again: ?Please follow the directions on your nav-screen to hangar bay 195, Padawan.¡° ?Thank you¡° I did as he told me and half a minute later I had safely landed in one of the smaller bays of the temple. Just as I was stepping out of the ship the door leading into the temple slid open and the small stature of master Yoda, heavily leaning on his gnarled and absolutely unnecessary walking stick, I had asked him once why he carried it around even though he didn¡¯t need it, he had answered that it was funny to watch the reactions of people who saw him shedding his fragile old man farce for the first time. I slowly walked towards him, when we stood just about two meters apart, he spoke: ?Welcome back, little Shira.¡° Tears welled up in my eyes and without me being able to do something about it, my body flung itself forward to tightly hug the old master as I began to sob heavily again. ?I¡¯m back ¡­ Grandpa¡° It was the first time I had called him Grandpa, but it just felt right. The ancient master had been far more than just a teacher to me in this life, he had more or less raised me like his own, good thing the order had given up the old ?no attachment¡® thing they had before their almost destruction during the rule of the galactic empire. He didn¡¯t say anything, just hugged me back and patted my back a little, but I could feel him exuding a sense of joy at my return. This time I didn¡¯t cry for long, I had done that enough after my escape. Soon I let him go and the smile that had appeared on my face vanished again. ?Master Yoghurt, I must speak to the high council and the supreme chancellor immediately, there is a war coming.¡° He looked into my eyes and the smile that had graced his face until then was replaced by a very serious expression. ?Yes, the coming darkness we have sensed, already informed of your return the council has been, call the chancellor immediately I will.¡° About half an hour later I sat on a chair in front of the supreme chancellors desk, opposite of me the supreme chancellor Rr¡¯brrlthornk, to his side a few senators he especially trusted, as well as Felicity Dimaen, who still was the senator of Dubrillion and had as soon as she had seen me began to fuss over me like I had been missing and possibly dead for years¡­wait that had happened, hadn¡¯t it? Kind of hard to think about how those close to you feel when you yourself are going through something like that. To my side and behind me sat all masters of the council and Yoda, who was directly at my side. I had just finished with the short version of what happened to me, getting shocked and horrified reactions from everyone and was now at the part of where those sith had come from and what their goal was: ?Apparently they were scouts of a new Sith Empire, though it is in reality really old, about five thousand years old to be exact. One of the members of the dark council of the Sith Empire at that time had been arrested for life, the reason is a little complicated. This sith, Darth Baras, had escaped his prison and fled far into deep space, where he came across a rather peculiar thing: The great magellanic cloud had come close enough to our galaxy to travel to it. He decided to begin anew another galaxy. The population there was similar to ours, but had one big difference: They didn¡¯t have trained force users. Anyone with the ability to use the force was being hunted and executed for ?witchcraft¡®. Long story short, Baras found a few force sensitives who had succeeded to flee from the government and took them as apprentices. After a few years he had build up enough support to begin his conquest of the other galaxy and ruled as the sith emperor over the realm he established. After a few years he had united that galaxy under the rule oft he sith and since thousands of years the empire he founded has waited and prepared to take our galaxy. The reason they aren¡¯t here yet is, that the two galaxies have drifted (Not really drifted they ?fluttered apart¡®, but drifting apart sounds more fluid) apart and a travel between them isn¡¯t yet possible, but in about six years they will drift close together again and then there will be war, a war we won¡¯t be able to win with the current strength of the Republic. One of the sith succeeded in travelling here by accident, because his ship was swallowed by a wormhole that suddenly opened in front of him and transported him into the far outer rim of our galaxy. Since messages can be sent to the other galaxy he has been reporting to the empire about the Republic¡¯s strength and infrastructure, as well as any changes in it¡¯s politics. He even fabricated the rebellion of Dubrillion in order to study the response of the Republic¡¯s military. There he also took an apprentice, who¡¯s strength in the force had never been noticed: The former second prince to the Dubrillion throne, Martin Drayen.¡° After I had finished I looked into the chancellor¡¯s eyes and waited. Had I still been my old self I would have fidgeted a little under the unmoving gaze of the Ithorian, which looked more stoic than any gaze a human could ever produce, or maybe that was just my perception, I hadn¡¯t spoken to many Ithorians so I was unfamilliar with the way they behaved. He just looked at me, nobody else in the room seemed to say something first and slowly, deliberately asked me a question: ?You are absolutely sure about this, Padawan?¡° ?One hundred percent, chancellor. If you want to check, there is a massive amount of data in the ship I arrived in.¡° ?Unsettling this is. Baras¡® death our records state.¡° A lolipop for the one who first guesses who said that. At his words my figure brightly glowed, causing everybody to shield their eyes, and Midone¡¯s spirit floated out of my body. ?It¡¯s true. The prison Baras was in was destroyed in a big explosion strong enough to vaporize those close to it¡¯s center. It would certainly be possible for his remaining spy network to sneak into the prison, get Baras out and blow it up in the process. The reason the dark council declared him as dead and not missing, as I suggested, is because we were too busy with the eternal empire at that time and since my sister and I, the ones who wanted to bring Baras back in, were betrayed right after that crisis and the rest of the council apparently was okay with him being exiled from the empire.¡° The senators looked at the apparition in shock. They had never seen a force ghost before and most of them probably hadn¡®t believed that they had bound themselves to me either, it was something really abstract to them and even after living their whole lives in a nation who¡¯s protectors were known users of supernatural powers they couldn¡¯t simply believe something like the return of ancient force users to life, well half life. Master Skywalker opened his mouth for the first time during this meeting: ?So you are one of the sith lords who helped Padawan Shira? You do not feel like any other sith or sith spirit I have ever met. Can you tell me your name?¡° ?Of course, your looking at the mighty and beautiful Darth Midone, the elder of the two sisters who founded the splinter group ?the order of true sith¡® in the empire!!¡° Of course she couldn¡¯t have stayed serious for more than a minute. ?All that doesn¡¯t matter, what we are here to decide is how to react to this new threat. Padawan Shira, tell me: Is the current jedi order able to handle the coming sith? If they aren¡¯t I fear that the Republic won¡¯t be able to hold against this Empire.¡° The chancellor didn¡¯t speak loudly, yet all the hushed whispers between the people in he room immediately stopped. ?The current order? No. Those sith have trained in order to beat us for their whole lives. But that doesn¡¯t mean that the order in six years will be unable to deal with them. Compared to the sith we have two large advantages: The jedi stand together and even people with the least talent can achieve much, the sith are divided in petty rivalry and kill those they deem weak without second thought. This causes the average sith to be stronger than the average jedi, but the jedi have even more strong members than there are members in the sith order, because even the strongest sith kill each other. At the moment they have the advantage because they have been trained to fight against jedi, while we jedi focus more on the mastery of the force, inner peace and personal knowledge, as well as acting as diplomats, teachers and peacekeepers. If we concentrate the training in the next years on combat we should be able to handle the sith. The question I have is: How will you handle the preperations for the war?¡° ?We have two ways to handle this: Prepare in secret and prepare in the open. Do you know if there are other spies of the empire in our galaxy?¡° ?As far as I know there aren¡¯t, but that doesn¡¯t tell us anything. All I have to go on are the records that have been kept by the sith, it is possible that these two didn¡¯t know of other spies in order to secure the different teams should one be discovered, but I have taken the liberty to continue the reports made by the sith in the same style, luckily the messages are sent in the form of text.¡° One of the senators, I think the one from Corellia, spoke up at that pont: ?Then we should prepare in secrecy, that way we could surprise our enemy with our opposition.¡° Master Yoda scoffed at that: ?Naiv that thought is. Prepare a great army in secrecy you can? Make great funds disappear you can? Find enough soldiers without alerting others you can? Use all our resources we must if in this war a chance we want to have. Panic there will be, but worse it would be if the war, sudden it would come. Trust from the people we will lose, if hide such things from them we would.¡° ?On that I agree, we are a democracy. It is our duty to share information such as this with our people. We have six long years to prepare, if everything is done right, the war will be short. How short would be determined by the length of the time period the other galaxy is in travelling range. Do you perhaps know this, Padawan Shira?¡° ?Yes Grandmaster. The records in the sith¡¯s ship state an approximate period of ten years, though that information could have been falsified, as could the time of our enemies arrival. I suggest being prepared for the war as soon as possible.¡° The chancellor sighed: ?To think I would have to worry about a war¡­well, let¡¯s get this over with the sooner the people know, the sooner we can begin our preperations. Activate emergency protocol 11, I need to address the people of the Republic.¡° He stood up and walked towards a big holotransmitter on one side of his office. One of the chancellor¡¯s personal guards had immediately begun fiddling with a console and a few moments later the terminal activated. The chancellor took a deep breath, stepped forward and spoke passionately with his deep, majestic voice: ?People of the Republic, today I have recieved a very distressing piece of information. It came from a source I would trust with my own life: The order of the jedi. Sometime during the next seven years an outside force will attack us, a force that doesn¡¯t understand the meaning of peace and doesn¡¯t negotiate with diplomats. Their goal is the destruction of our Republic. On their campaign through our galaxy they will destroy and conquer thousands of worlds, rip trillions of families apart and erase countless innocent lives. Unless we stop them. Citizens of the Republic, I hereby ask of you to help me protect our galaxy from this carnage, to save our society from destruction, to drive away those who want to take away our freedom, our morals, our very existence! I beg you to aid me in keeping these tyrants away from what is ours! I, Rr¡¯brrlthornk, the current supreme chancellor, ask you to support the Republic, as after over a thousand years of peace we will go to war!¡°
Here''s the next chapter, later than I originally wanted to post it, but whatever. IMPORTANT The chapters title is a little symbolic this time: The symbol of the rebellion in star wars is inspired by a creature known as starbird. This bird is similar to a phoenix, everytime it dies it''s reborn in a supernova. I decided to make it a symbolic animal for the republic in my story. I struggled with the name of the galaxy. I was on the verge of calling it the milky way, because the galaxy of star wars is really similar to the milky way, the same kind of galaxy, about the same size... in the end I decided to call the second galaxy ''great magellanic cloud'' after the second nearest galaxy to the milky way, roughly a fourth in size. Did you know that our galaxy ''flutters'' because of the influence of smaller galaxies? Now you know. Yes I brushed up a little on my astronomic knowledge for this chapter. NOT IMPORTANT This is basically going to be me explaining why this chapter came so late: Originally I wanted to upload a new chapter last friday, but things happened. Every docent decided to catch up on lessons lost during the semester on wednesday, thursday and friday last week, so I was in the university a lot...and I forgot to bring my Netbook on Wednesday, so I decided to write a short story on paper in the breaks that day. I kind of got hooked and contined to do that the next two days. Over the weekend my sister came to visit (She lives away from home), so I spent almost the entire weekend with my family. The first three days this week I didn''t have much time for writing and yesterday was the first free day in the week, even though semester break was supposed to start this monday, so I decided to relax. That is the reason why the chapter is so late. Did you know that this story has already more than 49,000 words? Not bad for my first story right? I...have nothing else to say today, except that I just had the most awesome Mettbr?tchen known to mankind. See you in the comments. Bye Chapter 19: Ill keep it a secret, I promise! After the chancellors speech and a following discussion about what to do as war preperation, we jedi left the chancellor and his advisors their privacy as we returned to the temple, the council and Yoda to the councilchambers and I to my private quarters in order to sleep. Though first I sent a message to my parents about my return. A real reunion would have to wait. When I entered Luna¡¯s house that night, I was not surprised to see Bob lounging in the armchair, to be honest I had expected him to show up earlier, because¡­ ?And there she is, finally my favorite Mario kart opponent is back!¡° he loudly exclaimed and without even having the opportunity to blink he sat me in the chair beside his, the game started, though he hadn¡¯t chosen a track yet. It had been a real surprise that he hadn¡¯t come the first night, when I reunited with Luna, though that probably showed that there was more to him than just the goofy old oddball he could normally be portrayed as¡­not. I had asked Luna a few days ago and she had told me that she had denied her father access to her house. Normally that wouldn¡¯t work - he is the personification of existence after all -, but after she threatened to ignore him for the next twenty millenia he had consented to not meet me until I made it back to the temple, a real relief, I wasn¡¯t sure if I would have been able to endure such cheerful company so soon. Now though I could handle a little fun, being with Luna had calmed me down quite a bit during the last few days. ?Nice to see you again, Bob¡° I only spoke quietly, without expression and I could see the massive grin he had worn on his face fade into a more serious expression. ?So it¡¯s true, you have changed. I had hoped we could have as much fun as before¡° He looked a bit saddened, with a pitiful face that made you want to comfort him. ?Can you expect anything different? I won¡¯t be goofing around like before, but I will still be able to destroy you on the screen, how many wins are you behind now? Twenty?¡° We had played the game almost every night for four years. In that time I had first caught up to him in skill and then surpassed him. Though I was still uncertain if he ever gave it his all or not. He chuckled, still a little sadly, but his face began to light up again: ?We will see, but first I must give out a few rewards. Could you wake up those ghosts snoozing away in your head?¡° ((I didn¡¯t sleep, I rested my eyes)) exclaimed Midone as she shot out of my chest, more or less directly into Bob¡¯s face. ((Could you for once not be loud, little sister? Trying to sleep.)) Unlike her twin, Midome lazily floated out of my body, eyes half closed. ((Could you for once not be lazy, little sister?)) With that the sisters began to bicker again, completely unconcerned with our presence. ((Here we go again, even when facing the mightiest being they still argue)) Ashara looked really exasperated as she appeared with a hand holding her forehead. ((A great lesson of our masters: Always be yourself, no matter the circumstances)) Jaesa seemed to almost have sparkles in her eyes as her gaze wandered between her master and Bob. ?Could I have your attention, ladies?¡° Bob¡¯s voice was jovial and the twins stopped their bickering. Bob¡¯s jovial voice stopped a force of nature. Really impressive. ?Thank you. Now as reward for saving my favorite gaming friend, I will give each of you one wish.¡° ((A wish? What can we wish for?)) ?Anything, but it really only can be one wish, so no writing things down and wish for everything you wrote down. Oh, and you can¡¯t wish me gone or replace me and won¡¯t be allowed to return back to live in your oiginal dimension.¡° The four ghosts looked at each other. Not for long, only a few seconds, but in those seconds all of their mouths turned into a big smile, even the stoic expression of Midome became joyful. As the four turned to Bob, Midome spoke in a tender voice: ((We would like to live a normal, happy life in a peaceful world. Nothing more, just be rid of our former lives of violence and suffering, though if possible we would like to wait until the coming war over the galaxy is over, so we can help Shira and the Republic win this.)) ?If that is your wish¡­¡° ?No need.¡° I decided to interrupt Bob, ?you don¡¯t have to be considerate of us, time to think of yourselves for once.¡° Besides, they were the only thing constantly reminding me of the past two years. As much as I liked them, I remembered that time everytime I saw them or spoke to them. Of course I would never tell them that. It may have been a bit selfish, but the other major reason for me to want them gone was simply that I didn¡¯t want them to have to live through another war. They had lived through war literally since childhood, one of them enslaved since birth, one of them brutally trained and fed braindead ideologies of superiority despite her gentle personality, one told to erase her feelings and stay passive, even though she wanted to help all those suffering around her and one tought and betrayed by a highly hypocritical master, before all of them had to fight through dozens of battles and traumatizing missions, giving their all to better the environment for those around them, only to be betrayed by those working closest with them¡­ Not to mention their millenia of imprisonment in small, dark tombs with nothing but insane ghosts keeping them company. I thought they really deserved a fresh start, with nothing to remind them of their lives of suffering. ((Are you sure? With our help you could probably end this war much faster, we wouldn¡¯t mind helping out.)) ?I¡¯m sure, Ashara. With your help I may be able to change a few things in the war, but we are talking about battles between hundreds of millions, maybe billions of spaceships and trillions, maybe quadrillions of soldiers and machines. Oh, with your help I could probably do a lot of damage, but it wouldn¡¯t really put a dent into forces with such numbers. We can¡¯t be everywhere at the same time, besides I don¡¯t know if I will be fighting in the war. It¡¯s not like the Republic to send teenage girls to the frontlines and since you are bound to me you can¡¯t move around independently. Staying with me would cause you to suffer and nothing else.¡° ((You¡¯re so awesome, Shira!)) exclaimed Midone, as she rushed towards me with her arms extended, only to float right through me. A relief, she still had her armor on, if ghosts had had collision I would have suffered from an armor-to-my-face induced headache. My statement had ended the discussion and after a tearful goodbye ¨C no tears from me, sorry, the tears came mostly from Midone - Bob used his ?super-duper-magic-reincarnation powers¡® ¨C instead of just sending them off to their new lives he had donned a feathered mask and conjured a tribal staff with a skull on the tip in order to perform a ?highly complex¡® (read: extremely weird looking) ritual dance ¨C to vanish them in an explosion of light in all colours of the rainbow, unneccessarily fancy, but it did look really beautiful. After admiring the spectacle a little, Bob and I began to play, not as exubertant as in the past, but we still had fun. A few minutes later Luna showed up too, she had been attending a gathering of all lunar deities, which had lasted longer than anticipated and joined us. It was really nostalgic, just us three playing mario kart, like the first time I had met Bob¡­though I didn¡¯t think the other two noticed it. The only thing missing right then was Ces, Luna told me he had been devastated when I hadn¡¯t shown up one day and after a while only came once a month to the deity plane, the last time had been a few days before my regain of freedom, so I would have to wait a few weeks to see him again. *****************************************************************************************************************************************************Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. The effect of the chancellors speech was massive. Due to the fact that he was one of the most loved chancellors the Republic had ever seen, what would out of the mouth of anyone else have sounded like warmongering and demonization of another faction, coming from him inspired the people to do their best to help the war effort. Companies began manufacturing spaceships, weapons and armor for the soldiers, factories constructed mechanic- and battledroids, the people donated money to help the war effort, young men and women, those without work and many devoted others volunteered for the army and began their military training, all in all the whole galaxy prepared for the war and for the first time the Republic could show the magnitude of it¡¯s power. The war this time didn¡¯t come surprising, the Republic¡¯s companies, splinter cells and even the members of opposing parties in the senate pulled on one rope. For maybe the first time in it¡¯s millenia of existence the Republic had the time to fully prepare for a large scale conflict, not try to fend off a well planned and prepared attack with just it¡¯s standing forces, armies which didn¡¯t even begin to present it¡¯s full military potential. One could only imagine the power this superstate had with six years time for preperation. Just a week after the conference in the chancellors chambers I found myself in the chambers of the high council for two reasons, one my own and the second a matter the council wished to discuss with me, though I didn¡¯t know what that was, I just concluded they wanted something from me by the fact that it was them who called me to the room, without me requesting an audience. The first to speak was Master Skywalker, I wondered why it was commonly only him that spoke for the council, did they have a mental conference while guests were there or something? No matter, it was less confusing if only one of the masters spoke at a time. ?Padawan Shira, do you know why we called you here?¡° ?No master.¡° I didn¡¯t have an answer for everything. If I put a little effort into my thoughts maybe I would have been able to make a close guess, but I didn¡¯t feel like putting an effort into it, so I just said I didn¡¯t have an idea, besides why guess if he was going to tell me anyway? ?We called you here to discuss the matter of your master.¡° ?I will never accept a new master, master.¡° Maybe that was rude, but I couldn¡¯t hold myself at that moment. I had lost my master, who I had trusted with all my secrets, even though I hadn¡¯t known her for long, after barely two days. How could they ever expect me to be able to study under a different master? I would never be able to connect to another master on the same level as I did to Vo¡¯Tann, even though I hadn¡¯t had a a long time to grief, the loss had hit me deeply. ?We never expected you to be able to accept another master. We discussed in length and came to a conclusion. A padawan is not a padawan without a jedi master training them.¡° Here he stopped for a moment and stood up before declaring festively: ?Padawan Shira, you have not been a Padawan for long, but your skills and abilities, as well as your connection to the force qualify you to ascend to the rank of jedi knight, you have braved hardships beyond any trials and come out of the worst of times with wisdom, compassion and knowledge of the force any jedi should aim for, I see no reason to test you further. You have suffered for two years under great pain, defeated two sith lords and despite all still hold close to a jedi¡¯s mindset and morals, you have faced your inner darkness and insanity and come out whole. As I see it, you have therefor passed the trials of skill, courage, flesh and spirit. The trial of insight you have already passed years ago, thanks to your unprecedented skills in sensing and manipulating your mind an the minds of others. As my position as grandmaster of the jedi order allows me, I ask you: do you swear to uphold the rules of our order, to honor the wisdom of our code, always be considerate, compassionate and fair to those around you and those you decide over and always keep the peace in this galaxy as far as your abilities allow you to?¡° A little overwhelmed, though it didn¡¯t show on my face, I quickly bowed onto one knee in front of the grandmaster: ?I swear.¡° Master Skywalker drew his lightsaber and activated it, swiftly holding it shortly over each of my shoulder and then cutting off my padawan braid ¨C which I wore rather uniquely, since I really liked my long hair and had only about half the length of a strand of hair coming down over my left shoulder and commonly at the front of my hip (I had cut my hair to it¡¯s normal waist length during my flight to Coruscant) -, while proclaiming: ?Then I proclaim you, Shira Drayen, a knight of the jedi order and guardian of the Republic.¡° I stood up with a smile. It was totally unexpected. I had no doubt I would become a knight rather early, but I never thought I would be one before turning ten. It had never happened, a knight with only eight years of age was absolutely unprecedented. But I was really happy. It had been my dream upon first discovering I had been reborn into star wars to become a jedi knight and it had been fulfilled so fast, my joy was enough to show on my face. ?Thank you, grandmaster Skywalker, I vow to uphold the principals of our order and to strife for eternal peace within myself and in the galaxy. In order to do so I have a request to make of the high council. I have been a Padawan for only a short time and had no opporunity to gather experience on one of the jedi¡¯s most important skills: diplomacy. I ask the council for permission to travel to the planet Dubrillion and learn under the guidance of my father, King Marcus Drayen. Further I ask you to allow me to remove some items from the archives and bring them with me on my travels.¡° The temple was just a little too crowded for me right then, I had decided to rest for a while in the big and empty grounds of my families home. There was a short silence, judging by the slightly, really slightly, shifting expressions of the council members my former guess on mental discussions between the masters had been correct, before the grandmaster spoke again: ?You are allowed to take absence from the temple whenever and however long you wish, as do all jedi knights and masters, unless they are needed in times of crisis. Judging by the fact that all of the works in the archives are digitalized you want to take one or multiple of the holocrons stored there. The council will decide whether to accept or decline your request after you tell us, which holocrons you wish to remove from the archives.¡° That confirmed my guess that the storage of ancient human culture I had discovered there hadn¡¯t been known to the rest of the order. ?I wish to borrow and learn from the Holocron of Master Remus, famed jedi swordmaster, rumored to be the greatest swordmaster of his time, in order to sharpen my skills with the blade. I further wish to borrow multiple instruments, recordings and books from the storage of ancient human culture, a secret vault hidden deep in the archives.¡° A look of shock appeared on the faces of all the masters. No surprise, these were some of the most knowledgable masters in the order and they had spent years in the archives. It would seem impossible for them that someone as young as I would have found something in there all of them hadn¡¯t. ?You can take the Holocron if you wish, though it is very unlikely to get a reaction from it. Many have tried to access it¡¯s knowledge, but none have succeeded as far as this council is aware. Regarding this vault you speak of, we will decide once we have seen it ourselves. Could you lead us there?¡° ?Of course, master.¡° Without further delay I lead them down to the archives and to the unassuming wall, where the secret entrance was concealed, while explaining: ?When I wandered through the archives years ago, contemplating the unsatisfactory music in our galaxy, I felt a whisper in the force, which led me to this wall. When I opened it, I came upon a storage filled with very many machines, artworks, as well as a very high number of musical instruments, like those owned as relics by some rich people, but that wasn¡¯t the most interesting thing in there. There was something I hadn¡¯t seen in my life: books. Written pages of ancient paper, perfectly preserved historical and cultural records and literal works, lying here since the first landing of humans on Coruscant, brought from their birthplanet: A now uninhabital world in the mid rim, they called it ?Earth¡®. It¡¯s called the storage of ancient human culture because the only sentient species on that planet were humans. Please try to not be too overwhelmed by it¡¯s size, these are physical records and originals of a timeframe of about sixthousand years, from a planet with thousands of different cultures. It is quite astonishing.¡° Without looking at them I opened the secret door and walked in, leading them through the short corridor and through the airtight electronic doors, before stepping to the side. The next few seconds where filled with twelve seperate gasps, I turned around and giggled. I hadn¡¯t thought it was possible for me to giggle like that anymore, but I couldn¡¯t hold it in. There stood the twelve members of the jedi high council, the most revered people in this galaxy, always stoic and in control of their expressions, all of them with a jaw dropped as far as their anatomy allowed. It was quite the comical sight and I couldn¡¯t help but cheer a little at the fact that I was probably the first one to ever see all members of a jedi council slackjawed. I was lucky that a camera was lying just a few meters away, which was immediately used by me to make a picture. I would never show this picture to anyone. I promise. Not.
Here''s the next chapter, hope you like it. I''m sorry for the slight delay, I decided to start another playthrough of Skyrim and regretfully didn''t have enough time to finish this chapter on schedule. IMPORTANT Holocrons, for those who don''t know, are storages with nearly infinite dataspace, created by a jedi master or a stih lord with the help of the force. I know the numbers I thought up for the size of the armies may seem way too big, but with a little research it is possible to determine them as more or less accurate. The galaxy of star wars has between twelve and sixtynine million inhabitated worlds, even if most of them are colonies and the total population is estimated to be around a hundredquadrillion sentient creatures (I''m not a hundred percent sure, but I made the army size with these numbers in mind). In other words: Any and all star wars productions I know have been far, faaaaar too small scaled. Is Shira too young to be a jedi knight? Maybe, but she already finished all the trials, the only thing missing is experience, add to that, noone would be able to accept another master after what happened to the last one, so why not just make her a knight? NOT IMPORTANT Bob is back! The mask and ritual was inspired by the great Schaman of Dwem from Andur''s ''Beyond?'', I hope it isn''t insulting to that great character to give Bob some similar mask and ritual. I don''t have anything else to write here right now, so could you just imagine I wrote something funny and laugh about it? Thanks See you in the comments. Bye Chapter 20: Ive. Had. Too. Many. Damn. Reunions. ?This is truly breathtaking, we have never seen such a vast storage of undiscovered knowledge and culture¡­what is this?¡° Master Skywalker had walked to the closest thing in here. ?That is a grand piano, master. It¡¯s the musical instrument I am the most proficient in at the moment. I think there are already a few recordings of me playing it circling around the holonet, to play it you have to open this lid over the claviature¡° After I opened it, he looked at me questioningly and with a short nod from me he pressed down the d¡® key, with a little bit too much force, the note came out rather hard. ?Oh, I think now I remember the sound¡° master J¡¯zargo had come over, while the other masters had fanned out, each looking at something else, ?but in the recordings it sounds more beautiful.¡° I smiled at him and refuted: ?Not exactly. Master Skywalker just doesn¡¯t have the training to produce the sound a proficient player can. His finger was stuck out straight and he pressed the key without any caution or control, producing a very hard note, something you mostly try to avoid if you¡¯re not playing something that needs that kind of sound. If I want to produce a soft sound I bend my fingers and press the key with little force, like I¡¯m trying to pet the the instrument. There is a saying I found somewhere in this storage: ?Love the piano and it will love you back¡°. To play this instrument as good as possible, you need both the right technique and the right musicality, that means interpretation and emotion.¡° ?Like this?¡° Master Skywalker tried again, this time the note wasn¡¯t as hard and loud as before, but still the typical sound produced by a beginner. ?Let me show you.¡° I shushed him away and sat down on the stool. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and placed my hands on the keys. This was the first time I would play in front of somebody else in my second life, I had almost forgotten the feeling of nervousness I always had before a performance, no matter which piece I would present, no matter who or how many people listened, always the same feeling. I leaned forward changing my posture from the straight, normal exercising posture to a rather bent one. I breathed in deeply again and started to play. This was one of my favorite works for piano, as well as one of the best known from my first world. A rather unusual sonata. The first movement, adagio sostenuto (slow and sustained), was very melancholic and mournful, maybe even a bit suffering and I preferred to play it rather slowly ¨C slower than average for this piece -, the pitch never travelling very high. This movement had three voices, the lowest moving mostly in long accords, the middle one a constant stream of broken chords played in tercets, the upper voice, which mostly held the melody moving soft and slow. The second movement was a Scherzo in Allegretto (a little quick), a very lighthearted and innocent piece and in my opinion the least notable of this particular sonata, but it contrasted nicely with the other two movements. The famous hungarian pianist Franz Liszt described it as ?a flower between two chasms¡°. The third movement, presto agitato (fast, agitated), a very emotionally ¡­ you know, agitated piece, full of furious, fast paced note chains and the occasional staccato part, raging all over the keyboard. This sonata was unusual, because unlike normal sonatas it¡¯s slow movement opened the sonata, whereas most sonatas had first a fast, then a slow and at the end another fast movement. While playing I tried and mostly succeeded to reach the state that produced the best music: Being one with the instrument. That may sound really cheesy, but a decent musician can if he or she knows a piece well enough let the music flow out of their fingers or whatever other part is needed to play the instrument by itself and solely concentrate on pouring his or her emotions into the piece. It isn¡¯t necessary for the piece to be played technically perfect, in nine of ten cases a piece played with a few faults, but while being one with the instrument is much better than the same piece played with impeccable perfection and accuracy, but little emotion in it. Of course that always depends on the style of music, the former description can not be applied to pieces that require said perfection and accuracy, but this sonata isn¡¯t one of them. I played and forgot anything else around me, there was only me and the music, playing it and moving with it, giving it life and transmitting it¡¯s unfathomable tragedy to the world around me. When I finished my hands stayed on the keys of the last chord, my head bowed forward, close to the claviature as I relished in the silence, before slowling straightening up, releasing the breath I held at the end and letting all the tension streaming out with it. The pause after the music, something really important for both the audience and the musician after the music had ended, an unspoken rule among the people playing and listening to the many styles and epochs of classical music. A moment that still held the atmosphere that exists during the performance of a musician and ends when the musician releases the tension. Even people who normally don¡¯t listen to classical music are able to sense this moment (though some are too ignorant and start clapping before the end of that moment and end up destroying the mood), so it was no big surprise that the council members only started clapping after the moment was gone. I had totally forgotten that they were in the same room, so I was a bit startled. Though I will always deny that I blushed when they began to compliment my performance. I didn¡¯t blush. Really. ?Thank you. You probably have never heard of the composer of this sonata: Ludwig van Beethoven. A genius musician and composer, who was also deaf. Imagine that, he composed music like this when he couldn¡¯t hear anything, though I don¡¯t know when in his life he lost his hearing. The piece you heard just now is his opus 27 no. 2 and was dubbed the ?moonlight sonata¡®, one of his most famous works.¡° In the end the council allowed me to take whatever and however much I wanted from the vault, since it was me who discovered it. I decided to take one grand piano (the one I had played on), one violin and an archive of the internet. Before they left earth, humanity had copied all the content of the internet onto a single data storage, which was understandably way too large for me to take with me, but technology had advanced, a single data spike was sufficient enough to store all the data, though the problem was that the terminal connections of the original internet storage weren¡¯t accessible for the data spike, it had taken me nearly six months (before I was a padawan) to build an adapter capable of connecting the spike and the storage and translating the data from the old data language to the new one. I also took the best computer in the storage, along with the best screen, I wouldn¡¯t be able to access that data from a holo terminal and even though color holos had spread over the past millenium, everything in this storage was designed for a two dimensional screen, it just wouldn¡¯t feel right on holo. I left on the same day, but this time I didn¡¯t use the public transport, but a ship belonging to the dubrillionian senator, better this way, I didn¡¯t think I would be able to get on another one of those public transports after what happened last time. During the flight I spent most of my time sitting in my room watching series and movies and reading webnovels. Even I needed a break once in a while and I wouldn¡¯t be able to train on the ship anyway, too many people around that would distract me. Though they wouldn¡¯t really. I just didn¡¯t want to do anything at that moment, just relax and not worry about anything, I was going on a vacation after all.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. That didn¡¯t stop me from pranking, I mean practicing my skills on the crew by using both mind manipulation and telekinesis. There was for example this one guy, who seemed to always trip when he walked into and out of his room. He even exchanged his quarters with someone elses, that didn¡¯t help at all. I didn¡¯t really do only annoying stuff to them, there was this one guy who had fallen in love with the captain ¨C who was a woman by the way -, but was too shy to confess his feelings, unknowing that the captain felt the same vise versa. With a little help from the crew I arranged a private dinner for the two of them, in a perfect romantic atmosphere, an opportunity they couldn¡¯t refuse. Because we trapped the two of them alone in the prepared room and didn¡¯t let them out for the whole evening and following night. A little sneaky perhaps, but hey it brought them together. I could have just used mind manipulation for that one, but it highly clashed with my morals to manipulate others mind when concerning such matters. Little odd things, like a skip in the step or a short jump with no reason I didn¡¯t have a problem with, but messing permanently with someone elses mind and life is despicable. All in all it was a relaxing flight, lasting just a few days and when we came out of the hyperspace ¨C I was on the bridge for that occasion ¨C I could see a beautiful green and blue planet, similar to earth, but with different continents and oceans. After we entered the atmosphere I could see the surface of the planet and was awed. Yes, there was a big population on Dubrillion, but the cities where filled with green, everywhere were plants and docile animals freely strolling around, the rest of the planet was covered in nature and oceans, all in all a planet rivaling the legendary former planet Alderaan in beauty. The crew brought me towards the biggest metropolis on the planet, Draydon, which was truly gigantic. Especially in the middle of the city, where huge mansions stood side by side, surrounding the biggest building in the city: the palace. My father had previously complained that the palace was way too huge and didn¡¯t want to move in there, but the citizens left him no other choice. After it had been heavily damaged in the dubrillion rebellion the commonfolk of the capital had worked in cooperation to repair and further expand it, were my father to decline moving into the palace, it would be something akin to an insult to the citizens, who had worked tirelessly in order to repair their royal families¡® home. I was glad for that. The palace was huge, which meant there were many places to hide from the crowd if it got too much for me, and from what I could see from the ship, behind the palace and in many of it¡¯s yards there were lush gardens, the whole property stretching on for miles. Our ship landed on a small indoors platform within the confines of the palace grounds, though I didn¡¯t see our landing. I was already on my way to the ships exit and when I felt the small landing jerk I immediately opened the door and quickly walked out, two steps from the ship and I found myself trapped in the arms of my mother, though unlike the former reunions it wasn¡®t me who cried loudly but my mother, though I too had a few tears forming in my eyes. Just a second later I felt somebody embrace me from behind and was able to identify the familiar scent of my father, he didn¡¯t cry like mother, but I could feel the deep warmth and love from his hug. ?Hi Mom, Dad, I¡¯m home.¡° The reunion with my family was tearful. Describing it would surpass my ability to convey it in words. Anyway, as a result I was stuck with a Cathar stuck to me. Literally. My mother didn¡¯t want to let me go for at least three hours after my return and that was without me telling them what happened to me during my absence. I just couldn¡¯t burden them with all that had happened to me. Of course it was impossible to hide the fact that yes, I had been kidnapped and held captive for two years, but at least I could hide the torture from them, it definitely helped that all the evidence had been healed. I even tried to summon up my often smiling personality again, though I wasn¡¯t sure I was able to fool them. I also met my little, almost six years old brother Marco and my one year old sister Sina. I would like to say that we hit it off well, but Marco wasn¡¯t really happy to see me. I didn¡¯t really understand why though. All the times we had spoken over holo he seemed to like me well enough. He wasn¡¯t a nekomata like me, but a full cathar, though he inherited our fathers coloring, he had blond fur and pale eyes, honestly he looked really cute. The problem was that as soon as I had come out of the initial hug of my parents and walked up to him, mother still having an arm around my shoulders, his former smile changed into an angry frown and he turned to run away and avoid me from then on. Even at mealtimes he didn¡¯t want to acknowledge me at all, talking even to our parents only in a quiet and strained voice. When I asked my parents about it they just exchanged a strange look and told me he¡¯d come around. I was almost tempted to get the information directly from his mind, but I had already decided long ago to not unnecessarily read the deep thoughts of others and not even the surface thoughts of my family. Technically it wasn¡¯t morally correct to read others mind at all, even surface thoughts, but because of the prejudice against my species I heard of on my first day, I decided to make it a habit for my own safety. It may seem a bit extreme considering I would just be reincarnated into the next life, even if I were to die, but I was quite comfortable with my current body and chances. Besides there could always be a limit to how often you could be reincarnated. It was never mentioned by anybody, but knowing Bob he could have implemented something like that and forgotten about it, or just hadn¡¯t told anybody. Nobody had bothered me because of my species yet and I had considered stopping scanning the surface thoughts of all surrounding people, but after the last two years I would never ever stop doing that. A special exception were the other champions, the information from their minds would increase my chances in the tournament. It may be a bit unfair, but I really needed to ensure my win, imagine if somebody unsuitable gained control over something as important as time, it was for the greater good. I didn¡¯t like the phrase ?greater good¡° either, but sometimes you need to think about what¡¯s better for the highest amount of people possible, or necessary for a better future. The privacy of a relatively small number of people is not as important as a suitable person to control time itself. So in the end I decided against using my powers to understand his hostility to me, but it still bothered me, he was family after all. Sina on the other hand was completely human with mothers colorings. Short pure white hair like mine, just, well, shorter and without the cat ears, and beautiful blue eyes. She seemed to like me, at least as far as I could tell, she didn¡¯t immediately begin to scream when I first picked her up at our first meeting and she let me play with her. All in all I was quite happy in my family¡®s home, which in reality was only a small part of the palace. I didn¡¯t really know why it was so huge, most of the rooms where empty, it was just way too big for a family of five¡­and their ministers, delegates and the army of butlers, maids and droids, as well as all of their families. I had been there for three days and spent those three days only in the part of the palace reserved for my family, either with my family, in my room making music and relaxing or in an out of the way garden meditating and training with my lightsaber. During the latter I could swear I felt my little brother watching me, though I had no idea why. On my fourth day on Dubrillion I would meet a few of the movers and shakers of the government, nothing too formal - my staying here was not that well known yet - just a few introductions to who I would work together with and their families. I was here officialy to learn the art of diplomacy after all. But in the night before that something else did happen. Something terribly frightening and worrying. My reunion with my other little brother, Deuces. It was a rather normal night, Luna and I were spending the night alone this time, at the moment we were singing together, my lesson with her had just ended and she wanted to sing a duett with me, when the door opened ¨C the door to Luna¡¯s living room was really amazing, it took you whereever you wanted to go in the deity plane, as long as it wasn¡¯t warded for privacy and everybody who was permitted in her house would pop up from that door ¨C and a slim elven boy around the age of eight stepped through, while saying: ?Hi Luna, how¡­¡° He stopped, looking at me with widened eyes. I smiled at him, a true, warm smile that lit up my whole face, one of the few real smiles I had smiled in the last few weeks. ?Yo lil¡® bro, how¡¯s your girlfriend?¡° I couldn¡¯t help it. I lately had had way too many teary reunions, at least one had to be a little funny, besides it¡¯s fun to tease the younger siblings that don¡¯t try to ignore you. His cheeks got really red and he automatically responded angrily: ?She¡¯s not my girlfriend!¡° It was good to be back.
So, here is the next chapter...a little late. The long waiting time doesn''t mean I spent more time on the chapter, I just wasn''t in the mood to write on this story, the little block I had around the middle of the chapter didn''t help. IMPORTANT I may not be able to update this story weekly in the future. The next semester is about to start and my schedule is much tighter than the last one, so don''t expect me to update weekly. If you want to make a suggestion for the story''s name, just comment or PM me. IF YOU DON''T KNOW THE MOONLIGHT SONATA YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO IT IMMEDIATELY. NOT IMPORTANT How many people remembered Ces'' full name? And how many remembered, what the tournament is all about? I''m not confident in this chapter, those who read this far could you please tell me if it''s acceptable? Concerning Shira''s little brother Marco, has any of you any idea what''s up with him? Cause I don''t. Well that''s it for today, see you in the comments.