Legacy of the Shadow of the Jedi | REMAKE |

Prologue...

|| Location: Core Worlds, Ringali Shell , Chandrila||

|| Timeline: 117 BBY ||

I still remember the day I first felt it-an unexplainable pull, like a whisper in the back of my mind, guiding me toward something I couldn't quite understand. I was just a boy then, no older than six, living on the lush, rolling plains of Chandrila with my brothers and sister. I always felt different from them, as if a quiet adventure simmered beneath my skin, urging me to explore beyond the safe confines of our small village.

"Why do you always wander off, Kodo?" My sister, Laura, would ask as she caught me disappearing into the verdant fields. Her voice was filled with concern, but I could see the glimmer of curiosity in her eyes.

"I'm looking for something," I'd reply with a smile, my eyes scanning the horizon. "Something I can't quite describe. It's like a feeling, you know?"

She'd just shake her head, laughing softly. "You're always chasing dreams, Kodo."

But I wasn't just dreaming. The feeling grew stronger with each passing day, a gentle tug that guided me further from home. It led me to the edge of the forest, where the trees whispered ancient secrets in the wind.

One afternoon, while wandering near an old, forgotten grove, I stumbled upon something extraordinary. An ancient stone structure, half-buried under layers of moss and vines, stood before me. The entrance was barely visible, hidden behind a tangle of foliage. My heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement as I approached.

I carefully pushed aside the overgrown vegetation and peered inside. The dim light revealed a chamber, lined with intricately carved symbols that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. I didn't know it then, but these symbols were the remnants of an ancient power-a Jedi's legacy.

"This must be where the old monk lived," I whispered to myself, imagining a wise, reclusive figure who had once dwelled here, far from the prying eyes of civilization. I had heard tales of such monks, those who sought solitude and knowledge. My mind, uninformed yet eager, couldn't fathom anything beyond that.

As I stepped inside, the air felt charged, heavy with a presence that I couldn't quite grasp. I was drawn to a pedestal in the center of the room, where a dusty tome rested. I approached it with reverence, feeling a deep sense of connection.

I didn't understand why, but touching the tome sent a jolt through me, filling me with a profound sense of peace and wonder. I closed my eyes, trying to absorb the sensation. It was as if the very Force of the universe was whispering secrets to me, secrets I was not yet ready to fully comprehend.

Hours must have passed before I heard a rustling noise. Startled, I turned to see an elderly figure emerging from the shadows of the chamber. He wore simple robes and had a serene expression on his face. His eyes, though tired, held a glint of ancient wisdom.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

The figure smiled gently. "I am no one of great importance. Just an old wanderer who once sought peace in this place. And you, young one, are you here to seek answers?"

"I-I found this place by accident," I stammered, trying to make sense of what was happening. "I felt a pull, like something was guiding me here."

The old monk nodded. "The Force guides those who listen, even if they do not yet understand it. You have a connection, though you may not yet know what it means."

His words were cryptic, but I sensed that they carried a deeper truth. The feeling inside me grew stronger, as if the very room resonated with my own inner search for meaning.