Chapter 1 : A plea for help

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13 years later
Lothal Primary School

"Why don't you run to your daddy Jacen? Don't you think he will protect you, his precious hybrid freak? Oh wait, he can't. He's dead. As dead as Palpatine!" Garel shouted at Jacen.  "JUST KRIFFING STOP IT! I don't know what I did, I don't give a flying di'kut about what you think of me but I am tired of this osik. Leave me alone and we're good." Jacen responded sharply before paling and breathing carefully.

Anger leads to Hate

Hate leads to Guilt

Guilt leads to suffering

Suffering leads to the Dark Side

Jacen didn't respond to the taunts of his peers, focusing on his father's memory. Remember me. Garel pointed to 3 kids in the group. "You want immunity, make this freak regret being born. Remember not a word to anyone or you'll be next." 

The rest of the kids left, not wanting to face Garel's wrath. The remaining 4 kids walked over to Jacen, who held up his hands. "There is no need for aggressive negotiation, surely we can work this out?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Jacen knew what was coming. Daily beatings do that to you. Might as well be like Aunty Soka. Jacen got his reply with a punch to the nose. "will you feel better if I say ow?" Jacen asked. I listen to Fives too much. At least his nose wasn't broken, an easy heal, no one, especially Mum doesn't need to know.  The sentence seem to unleash a fury in the 4 kids, who punched, kicked, scratched and sliced Jacen. "Hopefully you will have learnt your lesson Lothrat." Garel spat before walking off with the other kids. "First of all," Jacen whispered to himself, slowly getting up, "Ezra's the lothrat, 2nd what was the lesson. Oh wait, remember to wear Phase 1 armour, much better looking."  Jacen smirked, knowing that the few clones that stalked him were unable to tell anyone anything. Knowing that no one was watching, Jacen ran off to the plains, haunted with lothcats and his memories. 

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