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Our story begins a long, long time ago, on planets far, far away…

Ten thousand years before our time, eight ancient ships known as the Tho Yor were spread out across the galaxy. The Tho Yor traveled from planet to planet, gathering sentients who answered their call, then sped toward the center of the galaxy. Within the deep core, where dark mater causes stars to collide and space can warp in the blink of an eye, the Tho Yor navigated the twisted paths between black holes and stars until they reached their final destination, Tython.

Tython was where the eight ships gathered around the ninth—and largest—of the Tho Yor. The planet heralded their arrival with great storms. On this world, the travelers felt the energy that surrounded them. The same mystical, primal energy—the same force—that had first called them to the Tho Yor. On that day, the travelers became as one in the Force. The Tho Yor left the central pyramid to take the travelers to their new homes on this strange world. One in the Force, these travelers from diverse and distant worlds also became one people. They became Tythans.

The purpose for the gathering soon became clear to the Tythans. They were to learn about the Force and master the abilities that it gave them. But to truly know the Force would take more than sitting in deep wonder and thought. Their lives became a moving meditation—a manifestation of the Force from within.

The Tythans observed the world around them, taking notice of the two moons above them—light Ashla and dark Bogan. From this, the Tythans learned the dual aspects to the Force, light and dark. The light was defined by the dark as the dark was by the light. When balance was not maintained, Tython reacted to the imbalance with severe quakes and storms.

And so the travelers became the Je'daii, a term meaning "mystic center." Only through the harmony of balance could the Je'daii maintain a peaceful world.

As the millennia passed, the Je'daii built a great civilization, establishing temples, cities, places of learning and healing, each centered around a Tho Yor. But all those born to Je'daii could not become Je'daii. Those born without the Force were left to the mercy of Tython. Not even the Je'daii could always protect them.

It became clear after the lost city of Aurum was destroyed that Tython was too dangerous for those who could not use the Force. So, in the second millennium, a second migration took place. The Tythans who were not Je'daii left Tython, going first to the planet's moons, Ashla and Bogan, and from there outwards—to populate the other worlds in the system. It was a time of great sorrow. Families were sundered and, in many cases, the wounds never healed. Those born Force-sensitive were always brought back to Tython.

From youngling to apprentice, from journeyer to ranger, and finally to master, a Je'daii grew.

Passing from one temple to another, seeking knowledge, seeking balance in the Force—they decreed a message of peace.

There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.

There is no fear; there is power.

I am the heart of the Force.

I am the revealing fire of Light.

I am the mystery of Darkness,

In Balance with chaos and harmony.

Immortal in the Force.

From Tython, the children of the Je'daii spread out across the system. Traveling towards the sun, they settled on Sunspot and Malterra, Nox, and Arid Krev Coeur. Beyond Tython, they settled first on Kalimahr, jewel of the Tython system, then Shikaakwa, the outlaw planet, then on the forest planet of Ska Gora, and on the moons of the giants—Obri and Mawr—and even the outermost planet, cold Furies Gate.

The Je'daii intervened on the settled worlds as requested—or as the Force directed. But over the centuries they became mysterious, even feared, figures of legend. And, sometimes, figures of resentment. The children of the Je'daii became estranged from their parents.

One such individual was the Despot queen of Shikaakwa, the Twi'lek Queen Hadiya, who first untied the crime barons of her planet, the pressed the settled worlds to her service. In Hadiya's pride, she would not be subjected to the Je'daii—or the "will" of the Force. Her will alone would be supreme. So was born the Despot War.

The children of the Je'daii returned to Tython to wage war. The Despot army was great in numbers, but the Je'daii had the Force as their ally. The Despot army was defeated at Kaleth, the Temple of Knowledge. Queen Hadiya was slain. But even victory comes at a price.

Many Je'daii warriors fell in the battle. Many more of the Despot army died. Some of the wounds between the Je'daii and their children have yet to heal… That was twelve years ago, before you were born.

At Akar Kesh, the Temple of Balance, Temple Master Ketu was teaching the history of the Je'daii to two younglings. The Akar Kesh Temple Master was a late middle aged human male with light brown skin, long black hair (normally tied back) and brown eyes. Master Ketu was a sensible man, preferring simple yet durable clothing in mute earthen tones as opposed to the extravagant clothing many of the younger Je'daii preferred to wear.

One of the two students he had been teaching—Resi, a young freckle faced human male with fair skin, short blond hair and dark eyes—scowled at the mention of Queen Hadiya.

"I hate Queen Hadiya!" exclaimed Resi.

The other Je'daii initiate Master Ketu was teaching—a young Devaronian female named Harun—quickly tried to silence her fellow youngling. Harun would have been indistinguishable from a human if not for her reddish brown skin, short black hair with a large widows peak, yellow eyes and the two black dots on her forehead.

"Shh, Resi! Hating is wrong—yes, Master Ketu?" asked Harun.

Ketu laughed, smiling at the youngling.

"Not necessarily, Harun. Hate is understandable, as is anger. Anger has its uses. It can cleanse like fire. But one must never only feel hate or only feel anger. That brings one out of Balance. Queen Hadiya wasn't all evil. Many were genuinely devoted to her. To understand Hadiya, I must find where she lives in my heart, how I am like her." explained Ketu.

"Nuh-uh! She's never gonna be a part of me!" stated Resi.

"In the light, there is a darkness and in the darkness, a light. It is the way with us all. Be a prisoner of neither Bogan nor Ashla. Strive to live in balance. As Tython teaches us—it is dangerous to do so otherwise. And the danger is there—always." calmly reminded Ketu.

Resi opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it. With no further disturbances, master Ketu continued the lesson with his students.

I'm going to be writing a 'novelization' (I don't know what else to call it) of the Dawn of the Jedi. I'll be adding some scenes but mostly will try to stick to the main plot of the series. Comment if you like the story.