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"Regret for the past and dreams of the future often cloud the eyes to the fact that you are in the present. What is in the past cannot be changed. What is in the future cannot be known. Accept your present, for that is where you truly are."

Prologue: Fall of the Jedi Temple

Night had come to Coruscant. An unsettling chill washed over the city and many citizens, both honest and disreputable, found themselves getting off the streets for fear of getting caught up in what was about to unfold.

Republic Clone Troopers, lead by Anakin Skywalker, marched with purpose towards the Jedi Temple. The doors opened for them and the senseless slaughter began. At first the Jedi present in the Temple didn't know what to make of the attack, but soon began to fight back in a futile effort to prevent their own downfall. To make matters worse, one of their own was purposely aiding the Clone Troopers in the attack. None in the Temple could understand why this was taking place, and why none, not even the younglings, were being spared.

In the midst of the fighting, a young Padawan named Darriah Marrin was holding back in a corridor away from the fighting, protecting about a dozen younglings. The Clone Troopers hadn't come this way yet, and Darriah didn't know what to do. He felt he should be out amongst the rest of the Jedi, fighting to save the Temple, but at the same time he knew that the younglings who were with him would be helpless if he left their side. He was torn.

Suddenly, right in front of him, a Correllian Jedi, obvious by her green Jedi attire, made her presence known to him. She looked barely older than him, and looked like she was barely keeping herself calm. Oddly, Darriah didn't recognize her, and given her apparent age, he felt that he should have. "Mas…I mean Darriah," she began with a stammer. "You have to get out of here. The Temple is going to fall. Get out of here and take as many of the younglings with you as you can."

Darriah opened his mouth as if to protest the order he was being given by this unknown Jedi, but was cut off when the Correllian Jedi continued to speak. "Don't argue with me!" she ordered, trying to not sound curt. "The younglings need someone to protect them. They are your responsibility now. Don't let them or us down."

"Yes," said Darriah. It was all he could muster.

"You must live," said the Correllian Jedi. "Remember. Never forget."

Darriah nodded and collected the younglings who were already with him and moved off to head to one of the secret exits, hoping to pick up more younglings along the way. As he moved off, the Correllian Jedi just watched him go. "May the Force be with you, Master," she said to him, though he was too far away from her now to hear her. "Forgive us for failing you."

Wiping tears from her eyes, the Correllian Jedi turned back towards the fighting, ignited her lightsaber, which glowed with a vibrant silver blade, and rejoined the Jedi who were still fighting for their lives, and the existence of the entire Jedi Order.

To be continued...