The Wolf Jedi

Prologue

13 Years Ago...

I was just an infant. I was one of the few to be born Force-sensitive. My parents, Heidi and Kent, kept this a secret from me ever since I was six. My pale-skinned father was a professor for the Resistance, and my dark-skinned mother was a merchant on our home planet, Maitlyn. I soon learned of my Force abilities when I accidentally lifted my mother.

"What is this, Momma?" I asked.

"That, my dear, is the Force. Very few are born sensitive to it. It's a wonderful gift indeed, but you must never use it outside of this house," she replied.

"Why not?"

"Just like the Force can be used for good, it can also be used for bad. There are people out there who would love to get their hands on you, just because you are Force-sensitive."

"Are there people out there who use the Force for good?"

"Indeed, there are. The Jedi Knights. Powerful and inspiring people who speak out against the Empire. They wield these magnificent weapons known as lightsabers, powered by the mysterious and rare kyber crystals."

"Momma, how do you know so much about the Jedi?"

Momma looked away and sighed.

"I, myself, was once a Jedi..." she said.

I thought she was kidding, but the next day, she showed me her lightsaber. It was a brilliant blue color, and it was just all-around amazing! Her dark skin was glowing in the blade's light. Momma then showed me what her Master had taught her; Master Nova Kry'ila. Momma says that she was part of the Resistance and fought in Order 66. Sadly, she perished during that time but left behind her knowledge and teachings. Before Nova died, she gave Momma her notebook on everything she learned when she was a Padawan. Momma soon gave me the notebook and I was immediately overwhelmed with the knowledge within it. I learned so much about how to use the Force, how to use a Lightsaber, and all of the greatest Jedi Masters that ever lived; Master Luminara, Master Crowvern, Master Yoda, Master Depa Billaba, Master Kenobi, Master Skywalker, Master Alura Moone, and so much more.

"Momma, can you help me use the Force?" I asked one day.

"Of course, my little star. But only in the house." Momma said.

We started off slow by moving and levitating objects of different sizes. Momma said that the only way to be truly connected with the Force is to open yourself up. That is the way of the Jedi. Opening yourself up and connecting to every living creature. Let's just say my father was overly cautious.

"Heidi, why are you training her? If her abilities get any stronger, they'll find her..." Father said.

"Who'll find me?" I asked.

"...No one, sweetheart... Zela, go to your room. I need to have a word with your father..." Momma said.

I nodded and went into my room. I sat cross-legged on my bed, holding my stuffed Porg close to my chest, listening to my parents argue.

"Kent, why would you say something like that in front of her?" Momma asked.

"I don't want to lose her, Heidi. And teaching her the one thing that can get her killed..." Father said.

"I know what I'm doing, Kent!"

"What if something happened to her or us!?"

"Why do you think I'm teaching her these things!?"

Their argument was scary to listen to. What Momma didn't teach me about the Force... is how it can kill someone...

There soon was a knock at the door. I walked out of my room and stood at Momma's side as Father opened the door. Standing in the doorway was a man dressed in black with two stormtroopers at his side. The man in black had dark gray skin and piercing red eyes. I had no idea who or what he was.