The dark night enfolded him as he walked through the forest of Gaia. The dark of the sky was mirroring the dark feelings of sadness in his heart. Through all the wars that he’d suffered through, and all that he was forced into he would have to give up what he held most dear.
There seemed to be no other way in his mind. It didn’t matter how many times the situation was analyzed; there was simply nothing better. What else could a man possibly do?
Around the man were silent cries of despair, and questions of how long this terror would go on. After all, no one had wanted a war to begin with; they’d wanted peace. They were tired of the empire coming in, and they were tired of being held down by all greater powers.
It was obvious at this time that the ‘Republic’ was old and withered: not suitable for the job anymore. But then, that was the way of things, of all existence for that matter. Things are built, and eventually they fall down. There’s no stopping it. This was why such a time wasn’t safe for children. This is why it had to be done.
Brown robes flapped in the wind, letting the cool air go through to the young children clinging to his chest. The Jedi could tell that they had many questions: What was going on? Why were they here? It was those questions he couldn’t bring himself to answer.
Gaia would be a good planet for them to stay on; it would have to be. Though the community was old and poor, it was the furthest one from the fighting. It could very well be the safest place in the outer rim.
Stopping at the door, the man knocked gravely, forcing his emotions to be silent. On the doorstep, he ever so gently laid the four toddlers down, telling them to stay and that they would meet once more. As he told them this, he knew this action could make a consequential impact on their lives and that once he was gone, he would not be remembered.
And so he left the children behind with a heavy heart, hoping that there
would be a time beyond violence, where they would see each other again.
(End Prologue)