Jedi Knight Joel Hudsh walked up to the door, then took a moment to center himself. Mace Windu was not easy to talk to. He lifted his hand and the door slid open. Inside, the venerated Jedi Master sat, waiting for him. Mace wasted no time. "You wished to speak with me?"
Joel dipped his head in respect. "Yes, Master. I've been having a dream, a strange premonition." Mace nodded, waiting for him to continue. "In this dream, I am about to strike down a Sith. As my blade nears him, a youngling dives in the way and I am paralyzed. All I recognize of the youngling is a silver Padawan braid. Then the image is flooded with red, fading into black. And I hear the Sith speaking, 'It is you, Iron Braid. You have come back at last...' Then a chant starts up, saying 'Iron Braid' over and over again. And then I wake up."
Mace steepled his fingertips. "This is unusual. Are you sure that it was a Jedi that had the braid, not a Sith apprentice?"
Joel nodded. "Whoever it was, Iron Braid had a silver-blue lightsaber." Mace frowned.
"I think I will have to speak of this with the rest of the Council." Mace said. Joel nodded, used to Mace's indistinct dismissals. He bowed his head, then left the room as the door slid open for him and then shut behind him.
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Iron Braid
Fanfiction"Iron Braid" This phrase continually returns to the Jedi Knight Joel Hudsh. Follow him on his quest to discover what the significance of this phrase is, and how to thwart the darkness that threatens to come. Cover made by the aptly named Ålêixø "Aw...
