In a galaxy divided by war and haunted by ancient secrets, the story of Kodo becomes a legacy embodied by three figures, each reflecting an aspect of who he once was-a Jedi, a betrayer, and a father. Kodo was born of mysterious origins, stripped of...
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|| Location: Corusca Sector, Coruscant system , Coruscant||
|| Timeline: 95 BBY ||
The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of the Jedi Temple as I made my way to the Hall of Knighthood. Today was the culmination of years of training and trials—a day that would transform us from Padawans into Knights. The ceremony was steeped in tradition, and I felt a mix of excitement and solemnity as I approached the grand hall.
The Hall of Knighthood was a vast, darkened chamber illuminated only by the lightsabers of the Masters who would preside over the ceremony. Their blades cast a soft glow, creating a ring of light that contrasted sharply with the shadows surrounding us. The hum of the lightsabers and the echo of our footsteps on the cold floor added to the gravity of the moment.
Liora, Rikell, and I stood side by side, our robes freshly pressed and our faces reflecting the seriousness of the occasion. We exchanged glances, each of us silently wishing the others well. The years of friendship and training had led to this defining moment.
Master Jara, who had officiated the announcement of our trial results, now stood at the head of the chamber. Beside her were the Grand Master and several other Jedi Masters. Their presence was a testament to the significance of the ceremony. As the Grand Master took his place at the center of the chamber, the rest of the Masters followed, forming a circle of solemn faces and ignited sabers.
The ritual began with the Grand Master reciting the ancient passages, his voice resonating with authority and tradition. The words spoke of duty, honor, and the enduring legacy of the Jedi Order. We knelt in the center of the room, our heads bowed in reverence.
When it was my turn, the Grand Master's lightsaber hovered just above my shoulder. The heat from the blade was a tangible reminder of the responsibility that was about to be placed upon me. I felt a deep sense of humility and pride as he lowered the blade, severing the braid that had symbolized my journey as a Padawan. The braid, now a physical representation of my past, was collected by the Grand Master and would be a keepsake of my transition.
The ceremony was brief but deeply moving. As each of us was recognized, we rose to join the circle of Knights, our hearts filled with the weight of our new responsibilities. The moment I stood as a Knight, I felt the finality of the journey and the beginning of a new chapter.
After the ceremony, my friends and I gathered in a quiet corner of the Temple. The hallways were bustling with the usual activity, but the air felt lighter as the ceremony's significance settled in. We were Knights now, but the journey ahead was still unfolding.
