The Guardian of the Chosen One (English Version of "La Gardienne de l'Elu")

Chapter 28: The life of the Jedi

Hi! Here is the continuation, with a development on Kyria. Feel free to vote (if you like it) and to comment. Above, an image of Kyria in her Jedi outfit.

Kyria's Point of View

As soon as I arrived at the family home, I went to see Breha. Breha was sitting in the balcony watching the horizon in the distance. I sat next to her, trying to respect the silence between us. It seemed to take forever, neither of us daring to take the first step, caught up in our recent grief.

After a long moment of silence, my sister-in-law decided to make the first move.

Breha: What happened?

Looking at her, I was saddened by her face. Her eyes were reddened with grief, her face bearing the traces of many tears. Dark circles reflected difficult nights, making my heart ache.

Me: Bail's ship...was about to enter light speed. But an Imperial destroyer suddenly appeared and destroyed it, before it could escape him.

Breha: I suspected that the imperial version was not the reality. They claimed they were attacked and fought back, in self defense.

Me: Let's hope not many people believe that.

Breha: What gives me hope is that many worlds are starting to rise up against the Empire. Fighting for their freedom.

Me: It is up to us to make their wishes come true.

Breha: Please, Kyria. Can you help finish her fight?

Me: I promise, Breha.

She smiled at me, with a glow full of sadness.

Breha: Thank you.

I didn't have the heart to leave her alone, to go get the materials in my room. So we stayed alone, watching the day go down. In a silent tribute, to the man who marked both our lives.

The next day,

The ceremony in honor of Bail was quite painful for both of us. As there was no body, a statue was erected next to mine, with the stele hanging from its base.

Bail was in a calmer, more benevolent posture with a senator's outfit. Contrasting with the fighting look of mine.

I held back tears as best I could as I continued to stare at the statue of Bail. Memories of him circulated through me, including our first meeting.

Me: I wonder if he and I are related.

Indeed, I had heard of a senator with the same name as me. I found this curious. Something inside me made me want to meet him. So much so, that I could hardly concentrate on the book I was studying in the library. Yet the subject was interesting. It was about a young Jedi named Revan, who was first a hero during the Mandalorian Wars, then fell to the dark side and became a conqueror. Then, to rise from the ashes, saving the galaxy from the Sith by destroying the Stellar Forge on Rakata Prime. Unfortunately, this Bail Organa was invading my mind. Sighing, I picked up the holographic book and put it back on its shelf.

Then I got up and went to my room to think. Caught in my thoughts, I didn't pay attention and bumped into a young man.

Rubbing my head, I looked up to see a man with brown eyes and brown hair dressed in a senatorial outfit. The same skin tone, he gave me a kind and honest smile. I could feel it. And...I felt a connection between him and me.

Me: Sorry, Senator. I should have looked where I was going.

Senator: That's okay, young lady. We can all have our minds on other things at times.