Star Wars: A New Age

Dark Beginnings [Prologue]

[A/N: Just a heads-up: I wrote this in middle school so the plot, the grammar, and the writing are heinous and really should not be read, but also this is my most read story on this platform just because it's Star Wars and The Force Awakens came out like right after I first started this. So I guess I'm keeping it up if people still want to read it but it probably won't be finished. If I do feel like getting back into it, I'll have to revamp the whole thing and it might not be the same story. Like, at all. Plus it takes a lot of time and effort and I'm really not feeling it with this one. So...yeah. That's it. If you still like it, I'm not stopping you, but this is easily the worst thing I've ever written. Go bananas, I guess.

-nesquikie]

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"The Force flows through all living things. Once you tune your mind to the Force, you can do impossible things."

-Master Moraal of the Jedi Council

PROLOGUE: DARK BEGINNINGS

My mind does not cooperate the way I want it to. With all this Force flowing through me, I should be able to do this simple move. Master Zhar said the Force swirled around me like a hurricane, but I didn't feel anything. I even doubted I could lift this damn chair off the floor. I've been concentrating for hours on the one thing. Master Kotak refused to let me move until I used to Force to lift the chair off the ground and set it down gently a few centimetres away.

Sweat was now dripping down my forehead and into my eyes, making it even harder to concentrate. I focused on the chair, then on my breathing, then my heartbeat, then at the buzzing fly across the room that was somehow extremely loud and annoying. How does a fly buzz that loud? It was beyond me, but I suddenly shake my head, returning my gaze to the chair.

I take a deep breath in through my nose and slowly blow it out through my mouth. Concentrate. I thrust my hand out. Chair. Float. Now.

It doesn't budge. I swear it's mocking me. I blow some loose strands of hair away that were tickling at my nose and slump my shoulders. How in the universe am I ever going to move this chair? I could lie and move it physically then run to get Master Do to tell him I did it. But that would be wrong. Those actions lead to the dark side. The stories Master Zhar tells me of the Sith are frightening and give me nightmares. Even if I do move the chair without using the Force, I will never learn how to control it.

All right, I say to myself in my mind, I will move this chair. I will!

I outstretch both of my arms and spread my hands towards the chair. Concentrate. But that damn fly! I whip one of my hands around and ball my fist, and the buzzing immediately stops. I look to where the fly was and realise the insect is now on the ground unmoving. I just killed a fly with the Force. Well, now I know I can use the Force, but I need to move the chair, not kill the fly. Such actions lead to the dark side. I waited for Master Kotak to barge in and yell at me for ending the fly's life, but he didn't show.

I turn back to the chair and flick my hand. The chair went soaring to the other side of the room and shattered against the wall. The wooden pieces scattered across the floor. I blink, trying to wrap my mind around what just happened. Did I do that? I couldn't have.

I hear the door behind me make a shushing sound as it opened. It was one of the masters from the council. I could feel their power. It was most likely Master Kotak here to yell at me for breaking the chair, but when I turned to face him, I was surprised to find Master Moraal. I bowed respectfully as the Jedi Master approached me. Master Moraal was a Twi'lek, but I saw him as just another person. A lot of people judge others because of their race, but I don't.