10 parts Ongoing Osha, the youngest, the poet who leads with their heart. She failed because of her hate for Mae
Mae, the middle triplet. The soldier who decides with their fist. She failed because of her love for Osha
Amary, the eldest. The king. That rules with their mind. She will fail because she can't protect them both.
To him, she was sunshine. People she shined on basked in the warmth, never taking heed of how she could burn. Pure golden rays of light, so powerful, so elegant, she was enchanting. Everything he admired in Mae seemed like a cheap mockery when he gazed at the girl. The air around her mophed to exude, her power... her emotion. He would do anything to have her, for her to be his padawon, his pupil... his acolyte.
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A Qimir Love story started in the Canon storyline of The Acolyte Star Wars universe.
I am not a huge star wars fan, I watched all the movies but I still don't know all the ins and out, there will be errors when referring to the Canon world of Star wars so if you can't stand that I don't suggest you read.
Obviously, much if the story line will veer off to fit my Oc, who is the only thing about this story that I intellectually own, major plot points and relationships will change to better fit my narrative.
This story is also not heavily edited, so be warned of spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes, and maybe even the occasional switch ups.
