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When the sky provides you the light as a guide...follow the light, my son...lest you waver... In misted forests, wherein mystified was its traveler, he will not deny he needs her. The voice of his mother, the singer of the lake, under song of moonlight, his leader. Not here in form, but she’s...

Canopy of crowns, boughs of green above brilliant brown, amid sunlight’s golden sheen. The forest beckons the explorer forward, or else he has missed yet some other mystery. He felt within his elements, if so distant, so far from home, as he goes, alone, wanders. Ever onward, letting a spirit...

…Yondir… He hears her. Yes…Mother? Yondir answers. Get up, my son. I am…just dust. Up. Up. Get up. Yes…If I must. A part of him does not want to budge. He would rather lie down upon the mud. Lie with back on the grass, nothing else but. Let the rain fall. Let the sky rain as starlight blood...

Sunlight. Like a bath. Warm, beating back storm, ever defiant. A sun. A son. Jedi. Jedi… Jedi is his name, for Jedi he became, that warrior, but not a gun. He isn’t a weapon, this Ranger, for a man wasn’t born for war nor bred to kill. To defend, to protect, the forests of Rhunor, the men...

A voice. A voice in his head. A whisper. A whisper in his flesh. An echo, like a bird’s call from a nest. A song, like wind in the trees of a forest. …Yondir… …Yondir Fenn… A voice, a woman’s breath, a lady’s tongue, as liquid as a lake. Her words, water in the brain, letters in the heart...

A dark rider. A darksider. He speaks Of family. A family Jedi have. He has. Yondir. Another. A man. Another Man. Quin. Faen. Yondir. Together. From One Into Three. Who Between They Must Succeed. No mystics. These Jedi. A Mind Trick. Jedi business. “Get— out of my head!” So Yondir advances...

Yondir takes in a steady breath as he listens to them. That is, the words coming out of the mouth of the man. Or, rather, what might have been left of one, in breath. Like the wind of life had left him, long since abandoned. The Force never forgets. Words in the Jedi’s head. “We are the Dark...

Fire… Higher! Brighter! That fire! Swallows. That rider. So hollow. A pyre! Fire… A shape! It makes? See it go! That bow! To Yondir’s relief, Quin is still with him. Swords—unsheathed. Enemies flee in the wind. The dark riders Are again riders. They take to horse. Yondir’s on his horse...

Yondir… …Yondir… Can you hear? …M-Mother..? On his back, landed the man. But for a moment would it last. Yet, time was eternity in his head. Eyes glimpse sky—the stars again. He remembers him, he remembers her. He remembers his mother and his father. His brother, his sister; the children of...

“Ride!” Says a Jedi! ‘Fly, you fools!’ Says Gandalf the Grey! A wizard rules! Of the light—not hate! “Up ahead! GO!” Ranger at the back! He draws his bow! Will cover the flank! Yondir doesn’t wait. Enemies at the gate. Hands at the reins. Veers steed; screech. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHH!!" It...

Two there were—where once there were three. “Quin. Faen. At this time I must take my leave.” Vague, verily, but a Justicar had other leads. The ranger’s wasn’t a vision—but a feeling. “There is darkness here…and memories.” Orcs. Uruks. Are they just…similarities..? “Trees, mountain peak, we will...

A man…is a Jedi… To be a Sith? It was Out of the question. He was born to fight. For that which is right. He was taught to defend. He was raised to protect. Those who were in need. Those who are too weak. To do so themselves. Whether the woman. Whether the children. Whether the old man. Whether...