(OMG I'm so sorry for forgetting to upload this! Let's just pretend this was updated weeks ago with the rest of the Super Bomb aha!)

Hey everyone!

I'm afraid it's the last day of the Super Bomb, and as always, we'll finish up with this old classic. To be honest, I've considered not finishing it… it was the first fanfiction I ever wrote, and I'm not going to lie, it's pretty outdated. I've grown a lot as a writer and I'm not sure if I'm please with the plot I had planned out when I first started four years ago. But at the same time, I'm extremely stubborn and told myself I would finish all my stories, so… that's fun!

I don't know if I should continue this story or not but let me know what you think (if anyone still reads this aha!), I could use some advice.

But anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter! May the force be with you, always!

-Superherotiger

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Tiger Talks

DaughterOfLoki1- Aw, thanks! Sorry it took so long for the next bomb! Fingers crossed you enjoyed it!

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Kanan's POV

"Before… well… before Dad left, he told me amazing legends of warriors called the 'Guardians of the Kyber'," Ash spoke with renewed life as we stepped through the front door into the dampened, cold hallway.

"He told me how two protected the Kyber shrine, where crystals infused with the force covered the caves wall to wall," she described fondly. "He told me, that it was the role of the Guardians to protect the Kyber and the balance, the light and the dark. That only two held the keys. Only two that could bring balance could ever enter."

"Two keys…" I muttered, rubbing my fingers over the family necklace. "You don't think-"

"That it's us?" she asked, speaking my exact thoughts. She waited for a moment, before pulling out her own side of the gem and holding it up to mine. There, the two piece fit together in a perfect circle, the light and the darkness in harmony.

"Yes," she answered finally, pulling her half back again. "Yes I do…"

I took a deep breath, trying to process everything that Ash was telling me. Guardians. Shrines. Infused Kyber. It… it would take a while to fully understand. And there were still so many questions.

Placing her hand on my shoulder, my sister spoke encouragingly "I know it's hard to take in, but I'm going to walk you through it, like how Mum once did for me. Just, take a look around for now, okay? And when you're ready to learn more, let me know."

Ash smiled and stepped back, allowing me to soak in the familiar setting and cautiously move further into the house. I trode lightly with each step, running my hand along the dusty, corroding wall. With each movement dust stirred into the stale air as streams of morning sunlight broke through from the other end of the house.

I drew a strained breath in astonishment. "It's been a long time…" I murmured softly.

Continuing down the hall at a slowed pace, it allowed me to take in every small detail of my old childhood home. It was so much smaller than I remembered, the roof only a few inches above my head and the walls tight and narrow. Only now was I starting to realise that we weren't a well off family, and that somehow, our Mother and Father had kept us going regardless of our wealth. Or lack of it, in that case.

Usually, I couldn't remember much of my childhood. Just glimpses, and smells, and sounds that reminded me of a time before the Jedi. But I never forgot Ash. And I'd held onto my half of the necklace as a way to hold on to her, to make sure I'd never forget my youngest sister. To know that she hadn't just been the dream of an orphaned padawan…

I stepped through a slim doorway and squinted as the sun blazed through the window across from me. This room was much more spacious than the hallway, foggy glass opening the room up to the fields of grass beyond the yard. Dust stirred across the worn, wooden table to my left, chipped and splintered from years of neglect. The chime of laughter and banter passed through my ears for the briefest moment, and the sweet scent of fresh toast and butter wafted by, despite the damp air that clung to the abandoned space.

But I found myself drawn to the bench at the far wall and ran my fingers across the metal rim of the sink. This was the kitchen… yes, I remembered it now. The table we once gathered at to eat. The familiar squeak of the tiles beneath my boots. The morning sun, streaming through the window and chasing away the shadows of night…

"Caleb, I want to help!"

I whipped around in shock at the sound of my sister's voice, stilling when I realised the room was as empty as before.

"You'll probably break the plates if you do it," a different voice chimed, as soft as the breeze. It was young, so strange and yet somehow familiar.

"Caleb."

That voice. That voice I knew.

I gazed around swiftly, like if I was fast enough I could catch a glimpse of her one final time. "Let your sister help," it cooed through the stagnant room, causing my heart to jump in recognition. "She may not always want to assist you when she's older."

"But Mother, Ash can't even reach the benchtop!" the child's voice huffed, the one I soon realised was my own.

Mother. It had been so long since I'd last seen her that she'd become a mere blur in my memory. Peering around desperately I clung on to the hazy image of her figure, the one I had promised myself was fake in the many dreams and images that had crossed my mind as a child. But no matter how long I searched the shadows remained my only company, the room eerily still.

"Then how about this," her voice, so gentle and sweet, began to fade away. "I'll wash the dishes, you can dry them, and your sister can pack them away… How does that sound…?"

There was no reply to my mother's words as her voice slipped away into silence, leaving me alone with my distant memories. I held onto that echo of her words for as long as I could, reminiscing in her honey-like voice. It was almost like a dream, though I knew that she had been real.

What would she think of me now…?

Dragging myself away from the bench I found myself back in the main corridor, peering through the shadowed rooms of our old home. I came to the entrance of the lounge room but hesitated, a cold sweeping over me as I stared into the darkened room. At first I couldn't see anything but fallen furniture and dirty walls, but as I craned closer I realised what I thought was mud was actually old, stained blood. The fallen furniture I noticed was broken by force and shards of armour were scattered across the room. It reeked of something foul, icy air hitting my face from some unseen wind.

Across the room, there was a mantle with two empty stands, calling to me like a strained whisper.

This must have been the room where it all happened, I realised. The reason my sister had been too paralysed to enter the house again. The reason death clung to the room like weeds digging into dirt.

Shivering, I decided it best not to go near the room, and instead ventured to one of the smaller doorways. It was dark in this room, sunlight unable to touch it as it remained cradled in the centre of the house. But though there were no windows to the outside, a soft breeze wove through the space, filled with the fresh scents of summer. I took a breath of the clean air and sighed contently as I slowly recognised the room I stood in.

Two rickety beds rested against the walls on either side, one stripped of it's bedding while the other remained covered by a tattered blanket. Crudely drawn pictures were strung across the walls and toy trains and worn dolls were scattered on the floor, the sense of innocence and joy humming through the air.

Stepping forward I instinctually found myself walking towards the bare bed, lowering myself onto its tired frame as the metal groaned under my weight. After all, it had only been intended for a child to sleep in.

But I wasn't a child anymore.

Glancing up at the bed across the room I couldn't help but smile at the memory of Ash, unable to rest, whispering to me her different ideas and stories as I desperately tried to sleep. She could keep me up all night sometimes, never seeming to lose energy even as the moon rolled over the horizon. She had always smiled back then. I still remembered the sound of her giggling as she told a corny joke or pun, so childish and yet so innocent.

I felt my smile fade though as I thought about what had happened to her years after. All the pain she had gone through, all that she had suffered. It didn't seem right that a child should be forced to grow up so fast, to learn loneliness and abandonment so young. She continued to fight no matter how many times they knocked her down, no matter how many times they held her in that cell, torturing her until her mind was shattered by the pressure.

Something triggered in my mind, something I hadn't thought about in a while. Why did the Empire take her for so long?

I remembered the day we rescued her on the Star Destroyer, the day I had witnessed my sister's battered body on the table as Ezra read off the manifest. The reason for her imprisonment had been classified when he tried to check and the girl herself was too shattered to discuss why the Empire had wanted her so badly. Aiden claimed they wanted to break the Freedom Fighters, but I knew it was more than that. The Empire wouldn't waste so much time on a prisoner when they could have easily killed her instead. No, the only reason they would have kept her alive was if she knew something.

And I was ready to find out what it was.

Rising to my feet I picked my way across the scattered toys and stepped into the hallway, reaching out through the force for my sister's presence. Her signature pulsed gently in a nearby room, stable but somewhat mournful. So making my way towards her I found myself standing at the doorway to an unfamiliar room. Dim light poured in from a small window in the wall, illuminating the double bed in the centre of the room. There wasn't much else in the room besides a small table and a cupboard, but what I saw immediately was Ash's white cape draping down her shoulders as she sat at the edge of the mattress, the light not reaching her shadowed form.

"Ash?" I asked cautiously in fear I would disturb her.

She didn't move, her milky eyes stagnant as she replied "Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?" I spoke as I walked to her side and took a seat beside her, the mattress dipping slightly.

"What would you like to know?" she quizzed softly.

Hesitation threatened to overpower my voice but I shook it away, murmuring "I wanted to know… why did the Empire hold you captive for so long…?"

I thought she might recoil at first but her lip tilted in a smirk, as if she had been waiting for me to ask that very question. Reaching down she ran her gloved fingers over the floorboards under her feet, watching intently as she found a groove in the wood and pressed into it. There was an unnatural click, and the board suddenly lifted out of its place. Ash pushed the board aside and reached down into the crevice it had revealed, before dragging something up into the light.

I stared at the object in her hands in confusion. "A box?" I said sceptically.

"A chest," my sister clarified as she laid it on the bed between us. Her face grew deathly serious as she stated "It holds the secrets of our ancestors… the secrets of the kyber…"

I gazed down at the small box and took in it's beautifully carved sides, amazed at how pristine it looked despite the many decades it must have been down there in the ground. On the lid of the chest there was a circular dip with a split in the middle by a curved line. The box had a strange energy winding around it, ebbing through the force with what I could only describe as power, and wisdom.

"This is the reason the Empire kept me alive," Ash said, her voice suddenly bitter. "The reason I went through it all…"

I paused for a moment, before asking softly "What's inside?"

"Old messages. Ancient maps. Trinkets our ancestors left behind as a memory of their lives," she explained coldly. "But most importantly, the location to the Kyber Shrine."

My expression softened at the sharpness in her voice, watching as her brows tightened in a deep-seeded fury. "How did you open it?" I ventured, understanding this was a sensitive subject for her.

"I didn't," she growled, the shadow on her figure only highlighting the resentment etched across her face. "Father showed it to me, the day before you left. After showing me the Shrine he handed me my neckless… and then he was gone…"

Lowering my head I found myself at a loss for words, unsure how to help my little sister as her frustration bubbled to the surface. I couldn't even remember our father, not a face, not a voice, I even couldn't think of a single feature about him. For all I knew he didn't even exist.

But Ash knew him, she remembered him, and she hated him. I could sense it swirling within her like a vicious storm cloud, the sense of abandonment and need for vengeance scoring her heart. He had given her information that the universe would kill for, and then he'd left her alone and unprotected with the weight of that secret on her shoulders. It was no wonder she loathed him so deeply…

"It takes two pieces to open it," Ash said, trying to divert the subject even as the heat of her anger continued to simmer. "Your neckless is one half, and mine is the other."

I stared at the shallow dip in the top of the box and realised it was the perfect shape of our family heirlooms. Gripping onto my neckless tightly I asked "Are you wanting to open i-"

My words were cut off swiftly though as Ash snapped "No! Of course not! You think after what's happen to me I would ever want you to go through it too?!"

I stilled in shock, the air crackling with tension. Her anger softened as she realised my startled presence and took a breath to stabilise herself, her signature easing slightly. "Sorry," she murmured, her voice strained. "I just… I just want to protect you…"

I gazed down at the chest, watching as her fingers gripped into the wooden sides like claws. "Why show me then?" I asked quietly. "If you didn't want me to see then why take me here?"

She didn't speak at first. All that could be hear was the rustle of grass outside and the creaking of the bed as she stared at the floor with her empty, vision-less eyes. The silence seemed to drag forever, and growing uncomfortable with the unease that had festered in our bond I reached out my hand, prepared to comfort her before she rose to her feet, her hand sliding off the chest.

She turned, as if ready to walk out the room before pausing at my side, her expression as blank as slate. "My whole life, everything was decided for me," she spoke sternly. "Everything I knew, everything I did, everything I became was because of everyone else's choices. I didn't choose to have this knowledge, just as you didn't choose to be a Jedi."

She suddenly turned her gaze to me as she pulled the neckless from her neck with a sharp tug. "I didn't get the choice of knowing about the Kyber," she said, her voice sombre, as she held out her charm to me with a trembling hand. "But that doesn't mean you can't, Caleb."

I stared at her hand in surprise. This was definitely not how I'd expected her to respond, and yet, I couldn't help but admire her strength. She knew this information was dangerous, she had learnt herself the consequences of holding such knowledge, but she wouldn't try to shield me. She wanted me to make the decision myself, and not be forced into knowing or not knowing like Father had done for her. She was giving me the freedom to choose.

Cautiously, I raised my hand to hers and lifted the chain from her shivering grasp.

For a brief moment I thought I saw a deep sorrow flash across my sister's face, but it passed like the fleeting wind, her hand returning to her side as she murmured "I'll be outside, when you're ready…"

She walked away, but as I stared at the two charms cradled in my grasp, opposite yet incomplete without the other, I called "No… please stay."

Her footsteps fell silent.

"Ash," I spoke softly, fully aware she was listening from the doorway. "I feel… that I shouldn't do it alone…"

There was a deep reluctance in her voice as she muttered "There's no reason for me to be here."

"Yes, there is." I replied firmly. As I clutched the jewellery to my chest I felt a harmonic song entwine around me, like they were pleased to be together once more. "These are meant to be together just like we are, Ash… and I can't do it without you…"

This time, there was no reply. Just a cold, empty silence.

"It may not have been your choice to know back then Ash," I said, feeling her signature flare behind me. "So make it your choice this time…"

Again, there was no answer to my words. I wondered for a moment if I had gone too far and feared that I may have only pushed my sister further away in her turmoil. But to my relief there was no sound of footsteps either, which meant she must have at least been considering what I had said. I found my eyelids sliding shut as the charms continued to whistle together in harmony, their warm signatures ridding the sense of dread from my gut.

All I could do was hope Ash would join me too. I couldn't force her, despite how much I wished she would stay…

The floorboards creaked slightly. The mattress lowered. I could hear her light breaths across from me as her signature flared with alarm and impatience. She was displeased I could tell, but opening my eyes I cast her a grateful nod, hoping it could convey how thankful I was for standing with me.

And though my sister couldn't see any longer I knew she'd caught my simple gesture by the understanding that softened her features. Her eyes, though still narrowed with fiery resentment, was soothed as she stared back at me. For a moment I could have believed she wasn't blind at all…

"You go first…" she murmured faintly.

Nodding sharply, I lowered my piece to the hole in the lid, watching as it slid into the gap perfectly. There was a quiet, mechanical click as the charm rested in place. Ash flinched at the sound but made no remark as I warily took her hand in mine.

"Only if you want to," I said reassuringly before placing the black trinket into her palm.

She hesitated, rolling the neckless back and forth in her hand as if she were weighing its value. But with a final discomforted grimace she pressed the charm to the wood, running her hand along until it slipped into place beside mind. The two pieces, now held in their positions, seemed to shine like stars in the morning sunlight that streamed through the window.

Together we watched with bated breath as the lid rose ever so slightly, creaking as it did. Then the chest was still again, the gleam fading from the stones lodged on top of it.

I glanced up at Ash and asked softly "Do you think it's open?"

She reached out cautiously and ran over fingers over the rim of the lid, not daring to lift it off first as she stared at it blankly. "Yes…" she replied with a wince, dragging her hands away as if she had touched the flames of a fire. "I think so…"

I gazed down at the seemingly small chest with awe, wondering what else could possibly be held within besides a family secret. Yes, it was obviously important information, but curiosity of our family, our history felt so much more enticing. Ash shifted awkwardly as I lifted the lid from the box and allowed the rays of warm sunlight to reach the shadowed contents.

Old holodiscs and fraying scraps of paper lay at the base of the chest, with small beads and jewels and hand-woven bracelets laying atop of the scattered notes. They must have been generations old for sure, but they still held a certain beauty to their simple designs. Some of the holodiscs were layered with rust and grit while the various gems shimmered in the sunlight, reflecting colourful shades of green and blue and red onto the roof above. But despite all of their ancient beauty, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the small, engraved cube resting in the middle of the chest, it's metal sides untouched by decades of dust and dirt. Compared to the other gifts left in the chest it seemed brand new, but it held a certain weight to it, rippling waves of strength and wisdom through the force.

To my surprise Ash reached in first, completely ignoring the strange cube and instead picking up one of the fragile bracelets. She held it gently, knowing its threads were wearing thin as she ran her fingers over the fine cotton. A warmth spread across her face as she encased the trinket in her hands, saying fondly "It belonged to a girl… I can see her face, when I focus hard enough…"

My eyes remained fixed to my sister as she stared into another realm, her shoulders visibly relaxing as she gazed off into one of the corners of the room. "I hear her voice… it's so soft…" she murmured, closing her sightless eyes as the force thrummed around her. "…But… her name is lost… like ink fading from paper…"

Suddenly her eyes shot open and the force stilled once more. She looked startled at first, as if she had just been dragged from a strange dream. "Are you alright?" I asked nervously.

"Yes," she answered with a momentary shake of her head, resting the bracelet back into the nest of treasures. "Yes, it was all just… a little surreal, that's all…"

"What did you see?" I pried curiously.

The girl smirked, pulling one of the chipping holodiscs from the chest and offering it towards me. "See for yourself," she chimed as the metal glinted in the light.

"But, I don't have a holo-reader," I replied, eyeing the ancient piece with caution.

"You don't need one," she encouraged warmly. "Just hold it close and focus on it's aura, like I did."

I took hold of the delicate disc with care and held it in my palm with confusion. "How… um, how did you do it?" I asked sheepishly.

She offered a sympathetic glance as she replied "The past is never truly gone, Caleb. It simply reforms through the force. The memories of the past will always cling to these pieces, it's simply your job to open yourself to them."

"I don't think I understand," I admitted, turning the disc over in my touch sceptically.

My sister simply curled my fingers over the disc and pushed my hand to my chest, soothing "Don't think, just listen."

I cast her an unsure glance but mustering my courage I slid my eyes shut, focusing on the cold metal encased in my grip. Nothing happened at first, Ash's steady breathing and the occasional drift of the curtains being the only sound to fill my ears. But then the disc began to warm, slowly at first but then rapidly heating in my grip. And unlike the calming rays of the sun the metal seared my flesh like hot coals, desperately wanting to release it but finding my body unresponsive. I couldn't even scream at the burning fire in my grasp.

"Take the villagers and go!"

I jumped at the foreign voice, opening my eyes to see darkness surrounding me like the expanse of space. Had I dreamt the voice? No, no, it had been right in front of me, I knew it!

"I will defend your escape," the voice called again, this time coming from my right.

I spun on my heel and peered through the shadows, searching for the source of this unfamiliar voice. And then, like a speeding bullet something barged into my side, knocking me to the cold ground with a startled groan. A growl resonated in response, jolting as I stared up at the large, dog-like beast that craned above me. I went to scream but the creature's howl drowned out my voice, trails of bloodied slobber falling from its gleaming teeth. Four crimson red orbs glared at me in a deep hunger, my terror-stricken face reflect in its cold eyes.

Until suddenly, a fierce cry erupted beside me and the beast was knocked to its feet by a blur of motion. I watched, paralysed in shock as a strange figure drove a spear through the fallen beast's neck. The creature spasmed as the man dragged the metal rod back from its throat, whimpering a final breath before falling still.

"This is my home!" the man, tall and broad-shouldered with a cape of blue fur falling from his waist, proclaimed to the shadows. "I will defend it for as long as I live!"

Growls erupted from all sides, as if in response to his defiant call. I watched as red, gleaming eyes appeared at the edges of my vision, with that same untamed gaze as the one before. I jumped to my feet, ready to help defend myself and the stranger who had saved me, when I suddenly caught his crystal gaze.

His sky-blue eyes were wet with tears, dread flashing across his worn face. He no longer looked like the warrior who had just taken down one of these monsters with ease. No, he looked… terrified…

He pulled something from his neck, a chain with a single white gem hanging from the beads. I stared in awe and reached up to touch my own pendant, only to find it was no longer secured to my neck.

"Ancestors," the man breathed, his voice tight as the creatures moved closer in their deadly circle. There didn't appear to be a way to escape, but I quickly realised they were only looking at the man not me, as if I were nothing but air to their four beady eyes.

"Please," he spoke before dropping the neckless, my neckless, to the earth beneath his feet. "Stand with me in my final fight, and let my children remember my name…"

The growls suddenly rose to a deafening chorus of barking as the fear disappeared from the man's stern face entirely, his eyes narrowing in a deep focus as he held his spear at the ready. He stood tall and readied himself for battle, his strength pulsing around his figure like a storm. I watched, awestruck, as he pushed dirt over his neckless with his foot, turning to face the pack of wild dogs that stood before him.

And then, like the sunlight engulfed by clouds the dogs pounced, and everything grew black once more.

I didn't hear anything. Not a grunt. Not a bark. Not a scream. All was silent in this strange abyss.

"Caleb."

The warm voice drew me back to my senses as I fluttered my eyes open, startled by the sunlight that smeared my vision. It took a few moments but blinking away the fog I realised I was back in our childhood home, the holodisc still held tightly in my palm, as cold as ice. I unfurled my fingers and stared at it in awe. I could still remember the man's shimmering eyes as he faced death head on… I wish I could have known his name…

"What did you see?" Ash's voice quizzed.

I glanced up, still somewhat paralysed, before murmuring "A man… I… I don't know who…"

"Of course you wouldn't," my sister teased lightly. "He's probably decades, centuries older than us. Many of these pieces were long before our time."

"He died trying to save people…" I spoke softly, my voice fading away. "I wonder… if anyone remembered him…?"

A warm touch rested on my knee, and I found myself staring into Ash's gentle, vacant gaze. "We remember them," she said. "And that's all that matters…"

I gazed down at the disc in my hand and watched it carefully, as if the image of the man would come rushing back if only I could focus on it. But nothing changed as the birds chirped happily outside, and with a disappointed sigh I laid the disc back with the other pieces, holding it as carefully as glass. I wondered how many other stories were hidden in these small gifts and recordings. How many names had been lost to time? To death? To sacrifice…?

I wondered if someday Ash and I would lose are names and stories, as our ancestors had done…

"We should take these back to the castle," I spoke, pulling myself back to reality. "We can probably learn more by putting them in holo-readers."

Ash's lip tilted in a smirk. "For you maybe," she mocked as she ran her fingers over the other discs.

Suddenly she recoiled, her face twisted in a scowl as she jumped to her feet like a startled cat. I gazed down at where she had reached and searched for some kind of sharp weapon or spike that could have harmed her, but realised the only thing she had touched was a metal disc. Except this one had words written on its surface:

For Ash and Caleb

From Dad

I stared at the writing in shock as Ash glared at it from beside the bed. Could our Father's spirit really be engrained to this disc as our other ancestors had done? Ash must have felt something, maybe his presence or his voice. Whatever it was, she wasn't ready for yet.

Scooping the disc from the pile I tucked it into one of my pockets and gazed up at Ash with concern. Her face was as blank as slate again, like she couldn't even comprehend what she had just witnessed. It only made me all the more curious to see what was on the disc, but I knew for now it was best to get home. Take her back to the place she felt safe, with the people who loved her.

Picking up the lid carefully I moved to close the chest, until like a blazing star the light caught the strange cube in the middle once more, causing me to hesitate.

Ash shifted beside me but didn't speak, her lips pulled together in a thin line.

"Ash?" I began slowly as my gaze remained entranced on the object within, it's shimmering light hypnotising to the eye. "What… What is it…?"

And when I expected to feel a cold fury burn into my skull I instead felt her hand rest on my shoulder, reassuring but somewhat shaky. "It's a map," she murmured, lost in thoughts.

"The map to the Kyber temple."

My expression fell. "The one the Empire held you for…?" I asked.

The girl didn't speak this time, simply squeezing my shoulder before making her way towards the door with wary steps. I glanced over my shoulder briefly and caught the edge of her cape as it disappeared around the corner. Her presence mourned with grief, but I found myself gazing back at the cube in the chest, only to find it had lost its startling radiance. In the shifting light it looked as simple as a block.

But now I knew the secrets it held, and I suddenly felt less confident about pulling it from its sanctuary. Did I really want to know where the temple was? Would the Empire hunt me down in the same way they had tracked my sister? Was it worth the risk…?

Resting the lid over the chest I decided now wasn't the right time to decide. Ash had given me the choice and warned me of the consequences, I wasn't going to make a foolish step today. No, there would be time to decide later. For now, I carried the box under my arm, glancing back at the barren room to realise it once was my parent's bedroom. I wondered if they had been watching us…

Shaking the thought away I followed my sister's tracks through the shadows of my childhood. There was still plenty of our past left to explore…

Super Bomb V

The Light in the Dark

Remember Me

Lost Chapters

O' Family of Ours

There is no Death, There is the Force

To Mend the Bond

Beasts of Legend

Family Ties