Prologue

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                 My story begins with my parents falling in love with each other even though they weren't suppose to

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My story begins with my parents falling in love with each other even though they weren't suppose to. Why you may ask? It's because they were Jedi's. That went against the whole Jedi code. Which is funny because my father was very much with the code until he met my mom. They didn't fall in love at first sight. Because my father said my mom was reckless and careless. She didn't think before going into action but she would grow on him eventually.

When they finally did they had my brother, then me, and finally my sister only a hand full of people knew we existed. My mom's master, Mace Wind knew even though he didn't agree with it. He didn't tell the council about us. Anakin Skywalker knew about us. He was my mom's most trusted friend. My father most trusted friend Obi-Wan Kenobi knew about us. My father's master knew but he sadly died when the clone war started.

My family was a weird family but happy to say the least. We could go out because my mom wore a mask. You couldn't tell what her real voice sounded like or what she looked from her nose down. My father wore a cloak with his hood always up. So when we did go out they didn't have to wear the cloak or mask. So it looked like we were just one big happy family.

We were happy till the war started my mom and father were sent to go on missions all the time. We had to stay with my aunt Pame. She really wasn't my aunt but my mom thought of her as her sister. When she told us she was pregnant. I was so happy to have a cousin but sadly I would never get to meet them.

I was 3 years old, my brother being 7, and my sister being 2. When order 66 did happen and my mom died that very day. My father escaped with us to Tatooine he was able to get my mom's lightsaber and mask. My father taught us the ways of the Jedi and anything. We needed to know about everything he could think of. My brother had a hard time with it more than my sister did. She struggle with it too but not as much as he did. Though it came naturally to me.

My father was impress by it but he was sacred by it too. Because of what would happen if I went to the dark side. So he started to teach us how to use a blaster and hand to hand combat. Which came naturally to my brother and sister. I only struggled a little bit but the I got the hang of it. He still taught us how to us the force and when it came time to make our own lightsabers, he didn't let me.

I was so mad because he said I wasn't ready. Being mad only proved his point. I remember telling him you don't want to know if I'll turn to the dark side. When I haven't done anything that could to lead me to it. He still didn't let me go but he did give me his. My brother and sister had blue lightsaber's like my fathers.

When they did come back something was different with all of them. Like there was a gap between them. They started to slowly grow apart. I was stuck in the middle of it. They wanted to join in the rebellion while my father didn't want to get involved with it. He wanted us to be safe but my brother and sister thought they had to help.

So they left when I was only 16 took my father's ship and they left without looking back. My brother was only 20 and my sister was 15. My father begged them so much. He was broken seeing them leave I've never thought I would see my father cry so much. I was okay with it because it was their destiny so I told myself. I love them very much but I knew this was coming.

Then a year later my father was taken from me and that was horrible. I felt like the air was sucked out of me when he was being taken away from me. We may not have agreed on everything but he was still my father. When he was being taken, he told me to brave never let the dark side take me, he give me my mom's mask and his cloak.

I lost everything that day. I didn't know if my brother or sister was still alive. I didn't stay at my home because it didn't feel like home. I stayed in town most of the time doing odd jobs. But when I was home I added stuff to my mom's mask and to make sure I had enough food for myself.

The next year wasn't so hard but it was hard finding jobs. One day I went into town without eating. I forgot to eat the day before and it hurt's a lot. So when I started to ask around if anyone had small bits of food I could eat. Before I could ask anybody I bumped into someone I knew they had saw my lighsaber because they backed away from me. I muttered a sorry to them and I walked fast around them. Everyone I asked told me no or out right ignored me. So I slid down on a wall and started to sit down.

I remember hearing a rough but smooth deep voice say. "Here. I won't take you in if you answer some of my question's." I looked up and saw mando for the very first. All that I remember thinking is this mandlorian really helping me when he himself needs new armor. He knew what I was and yet he still gave me the food. He asked so many question's and I answered all of them. I guess he liked the answers. Because he told me I was going to help him with a bounty he was on.

Oh how my story really truly begins now.

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