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Gungan to the left

The Journal of Zavra Phelar, Jedi Padawan (G)

By : Viari Skywalker

Archived on: Friday, April 30, 2004

Shortly before the outbreak of the Clone Wars, an older Jedi Padawan discovers an ancient record containing a series of prophecies that foretell the coming of a destroyer. As he delves deeper into the mystery of the old texts, he makes an astonishing revelation which has the potential to alter the course of the future.

Entry One

It has been little more than an hour since I found the Collection of Jedi Lore and Prophecy, which Master Jaga Vexani recorded seven thousand years ago. Being somewhat of a part time scholar, I am so excited and inspired by his work that I have decided to record my own thoughts on these ancient writings. Master Rook should be pleased to see what I have discovered - she is also interested in our history.

I was supposed to go with Anakin to the practice rooms today. Force knows I could improve my lightsaber technique. But the library beckoned to me, and I could not refuse its call. Anakin might call me a scholar, but I prefer to think of myself merely as a student with a thirst for knowledge concerning the past.

There really is a lot to be learned from those who came before us! The ancient Jedi were in many ways similar to us, but at the same time so very different. By studying the texts of our ancestors, we can see how things changed and what mistakes were made along the way. We Padawans are familiar with the stories of such Jedi as Nomi Sunrider, Ulic Qel-Droma, and even Exar Kun. These are more recent legends, having only been dead for approximately four thousand years. But this book of lore goes back further, to a time when today's legends were not even close to existence.

I find this discovery to be fascinating. It presents Jedi history in a different light, albeit one that the Masters might not fully approve of. We all know that there are instances when ancient prophecies have come true and that there have been prophets in the past. Still, most of the Masters insist that our focus should be not on the details of every past record but on our present actions and their future ramifications.

But I have dwelled too long on my own thoughts for now. I feel compelled to record excerpts from Master Vexani's work, so that I might better compare notes and study the texts while drawing my own conclusions. Back to my reading!

Entry Two

"In my pursuit of days long past, I have in fact found the secrets of future generations. Our scions have yet to understand the messages of the wise sages, the great Masters of the venerable Order of Jedi. Prophets they were, and storytellers too. I would not so readily discard the words laid down by their hands. In them are the keys to the hope of the hereafter." - Jedi Master Jaga Vexani, in the Prologue of his Collection

From Master Vexani's Collection of Jedi Lore and Prophecy, Vol. 2




And he watched the last rays of the sun shining outward from the mountain, and in the twilight the dew descended tenderly upon the grass. Wherever he treads there is silence, like the stillness following the horn's last call. None who let their eyes rest on him are comforted, for he is shadow and despair. A ruin, they call him. He is less than a man. In him breathes the life of a night creature, forever hunting by moonlight. Just as he found affection among the angels, he now finds refuge in the company of demons. They torture him and tear at his soul, but he knows not how to escape - nor does he wish to. This is his curse, his torment. Their rage is his peace. His peace is war.

And the light vanished from the sky, so that only darkness remained. He knew not how to find his way home; in the damp fields he dwelled, until the morning found him chilled and hollow. It is spoken among the cities that he once melted the hearts of kings with his gaze, till they fought no longer and let peace reign. Gone are the days of the Suns, who once promised hope. Their son has made darkness his master...

I have decided to start each entry with at least one quote or excerpt. As I go along I hope to copy more passages and record my thoughts on them. As for this particular passage, I find it to be painful and beautiful, strange as that may seem. (Anakin and Tek would certainly think it odd.) They ask why I would rather spend time writing a journal when I could be swimming in the cerulean pools, relaxing in the common rooms, or playing with the younglings. I tell them those things are all enjoyable, but a Jedi should also have a knowledge of the past. I insisted that it aids us in avoiding the mistakes of the past. At this statement, Anakin laughed, though not in mockery. He has a young spirit - in many ways I think he missed out on something in his childhood, and he has been making up for it ever since he came to the Temple. Still, there are times when I see his wiser, more mature side. He is an incredibly deep thinker, to be honest. Perhaps more than me. He just doesn't have the patience to sit at a computer for hours, that's all.

Here I am getting completely off topic. About the passage: I am not sure yet who or what this refers to, though I think that a little more reading might shed some light on the subject. I am very interested in this prophecy, if it is indeed a prophecy. It may not have been completely valid, but it still shows what the Jedi of the past were like and what kinds of things they thought about. This son that is referred to in the passage... I wonder if he is truly of any importance? Perhaps this is more of a folktale, a story passed on by the Jedi for years and years. I will have to research this more thoroughly.

I cannot help but feel both fear and sorrow when I read this entire chapter. It is very similar to the excerpt. Some kind of demon or destroyer comes and conquers all, only to spend his life in grief and exile. There are hints of a past that may have been glorious, but they are barely a whisper. Very interesting indeed.

Entry Three

"The entire collection is a compilation of works by ancient Jedi prophets, scholars, and storytellers. My place in this work is to pass on the messages in an ordered fashion, so that they might be studied by future generations. Many of the older writings are done anonymously, however there are a few exceptions. One Jedi prophet in particular caught my attention. Her name was Shartasi Mastiff. Most of her recorded prophesies I have grouped together in Books XVI-XIX." - Jedi Master Jaga Vexani, in the Prologue of his Collection




Through ice and flame, all was known and quickly forgotten. Those who once laid low the worlds felt the son's wretched grip. He and his master snatched up power from the old rulers and made a new reign. All who look upon the son fail to recognize him; he has left the realm of life. What was once a promise is now a vile curse upon the lips of the dead.

Oh great hero! What madness has driven you so astray? What bitter seduction has brought you so low? You tasted the splendor and blindly followed the tempter. Who can speak of your glory? For you have fallen in the pit, as filth among filth. You have fallen as a bright star blazes from the heavens, burning away against the darkness.

And the ground did shake, and he who once lived in light stepped forward and spat fire upon the worlds, lest they remember what had once been...

I cannot help shuddering at the images that swell in my mind as I read this. One that stands out in particular is a dark, ghostly image running away from a monstrous black hole. The hole pulls everything toward it, causing destruction as it swells and grows larger; but the ghost-man keeps running. Snow pours onto his body, frosting his hair like icicles on a grizzled old tree; meanwhile flames lick at his ever-quickening heels. He stops for a moment and the fire crawls up his body, and he begins to spit this same fire out of his mouth, burning everything in his path. A truly grotesque image, and it frightens me to think that this passage could so move me to have such thoughts.

I have read more than just these passages, but I find myself constantly deferring back to them. Almost as though they were a familiar tale with which I could relate. It sounds silly, I know. But there's a feeling I get when I read these words that I cannot explain. I wonder if Master Shartasi Mastiff felt the same as I do now. In the inner workings of my soul I must admit that I hope she did.

Anakin just popped into the room unexpectedly. He says that he and Master Kenobi are heading for a place called Ansion. I honestly have little knowledge of the place or why he and his master would be called there. Just shows how much I have been paying attention lately. I must really make an effort to keep up with galactic affairs - as well as my saber practice. It's just that this collection is so intriguing. It's very hard to resist the temptation to pour myself into it for hours on end. No doubt Master Rook is worried about my level of commitment to these ancient texts. She is interested in history, but she also values good defense training. I should go to the practice room with Tek. He loves to spar. Yes, that's what I'll do. I'll go spar with Tek. Maybe I'll be able to think clearly about this particular set of prophecies while I'm gone.

Entry Four

"Three thousand years ago, Master Shartasi Mastiff began recording the visions she experienced. The High Council recognized her rare sensitivity to these prophetic visions after one of the events she predicted came to pass, and from then on she was known as a Jedi prophet. I believe that the Force worked through Master Shartasi for a purpose, though that purpose is still unclear to me. She was a revered Jedi, and the Council seemed to regard her with favor. However, her later prophecies are so drastically different from the others I have come across that I believe more study is needed before anyone can conclude what the meanings are. I fear that the job of deciphering these texts must be left to a future generation, when similar visions appear to another trusted Jedi." - Jedi Master Jaga Vexani, in the Prologue of his Collection




There was a time when he knew laughter, before the darkness whispered in his ear and drew him away. The sunlight came to him when called, and it sparkled in his eyes. He knew laughter, and he knew warmth.

But there were those who could not allow these memories to endure. Gentleness was crushed by oppression. Love was swallowed by hate. He stood by and did nothing. He watched the old world vanish in flame and chaos, and he felt not even the faintest glimmer of remorse.

Cries rang out from the shadows, but he turned away, ignoring their plight. He refused to recognize their faces, even though they surely recognized his. And he bowed before the oppressor of their time...

I am in awe. There are no words to describe the heartbreak in this passage, so I thought I would let it speak for itself. It hurts to read it, but I find that I cannot tear myself away. Why are the writings of a ten thousand-year-old Jedi Master haunting me so? I confess that I have no answers. Is it because the emotions are so unlike anything I have experienced in my twenty-one years? I do not know.

I suppose that these ancient texts are affecting me. Last night I had a strange dream, no doubt caused by reading these passages. In the dream, I was running across a vast desert with the sun hitting me relentlessly. I fell down, my throat tight and dry. When I looked up, I saw fire on the horizon. Smoke rose for miles in the air, and someone was laughing coldly in the distance. They kept laughing and laughing, and then another voice was calling my name, and I was falling through the sand. It forced its way into my mouth, and I couldn't see anything. And I knew no one was coming to help me because I could not open my mouth to scream. Then I awoke.

If that doesn't show I am spending too much time amongst these old texts, then I don't know what does. After I finish writing this, I am going to find Tek and persuade him to spar with me. I need the practice. I need to get my mind off of the prophecies for a little while, at least. Perhaps I should talk to Master Rook about my dream. No, she would just tell me that dreams don't always mean something and that my mind is too cluttered. Now I'm rambling. I have to find Tek.

Entry Five

"In all my years as Keeper of the Archives, I have never come across a set of recorded prophecies as revolutionary as those given by Master Shartasi. Most prophets have visions concerning events in the very near future; but it has been three millennia since Shartasi lived, and nothing even resembling these prophecies has occurred. It is possible that they are only a metaphor - a complex figure of speech. But what if they are not?" - Jedi Master Jaga Vexani, in the Prologue of his Collection




There remain those who have hope in this dismal time. They cling to the promises of old, waiting for their savior to come. They are told again and again that he is not coming, and so the faithless run while the hopeful stay and die. It is not their savior who comes to them, but their destroyer.

He crushes their heads in, showing no mercy, even to the ones who plead on their knees. "Renounce your leaders," he roars, "and I will spare you." Only the scum of the world will betray their allegiances to lick his boots.

The search seems unending, and he never tires in his quest to purge them from all existence. Dusk comes earlier with each passing day, bringing with it darkness and despair unmatched by any save that which announces the son's arrival. Even the most hopeful lose faith. Twilight is upon them, and now night must fall...

Chilling. Absolutely chilling. I have read some of the tales in this volume that were written by other Jedi, and none of them come close to matching the complexity I have observed in Master Shartasi's prophecies. Either she was a brilliant spinner of fiction, or this is the will of the Force working through a mortal being. I hesitate to believe that she would record such a massive amount of falsehoods, especially since she was a Jedi Master. But what of Master Vexani's words? He said that most of the prophets predicted things that happened soon after the visions were received. If that is true - and I believe it to be so - then what about Books XVI-XIX? How are they important? How are they prophecies? What was Master Shartasi Mastiff trying to say, and why didn't she just say it outright? Did she even know?

I tried to take a break from this after my last entry, but the pull of my curiosity was too strong. I did practice with Tek and also with Master Rook. She commended me on dividing my time between my studies and my physical training. I wonder if she knew I had neglected the physical aspect until this afternoon. She is a clever person, my master. Always picking up on the little things that I often miss. Not unlike Anakin. (Who is still on Ansion with Master Kenobi, as far as I know.)

I suppose I should record my master's full name, so as not to confuse anyone should my journal someday become part of the archives... a secret and selfish wish of mine. Her name is Rookaja Sivren, but she prefers to be called Rook. She is the closest thing I have to a mother, and she is in my opinion one of the brightest Knights in the Order.

Now I think I will continue to peruse this section of prophecies. I can handle it. I won't let it affect me more than it already has.

Entry Six

I had another dream last night. Only this time it wasn't a dream - it was a nightmare.

I was sitting in the archives, just as I have been these past several days, when suddenly the room began to shake violently. I narrowly avoided being struck by large stones falling from the ceiling. I fled the room, only to be met by a wall of fire rising up to engulf the tallest temple spire. Off to my right I spotted a group of younglings cowering behind a statue of the long-dead Master Cavrus Isren. They watched in terror as the temple collapsed around them. I ran to them, thinking that maybe I could somehow help. I didn't even sense the attacker until he was inches away.

He flew down on me like a crazed mynock, and I only barely blocked his lightsaber with my own blade. I stumbled backward from the force of his attack, and I briefly wondered why I hadn't spent more time training and practicing lightsaber technique. This man - somehow I knew he was a man even though his face was shrouded - was much faster than anyone I had ever faced, even my own master. He pressed his obvious advantage, unleashing a fury of powerful offensive strikes. With one liquid motion he disarmed me and kicked me in the chest, sending me flying into a wall.

He stood over me, laughing insanely. My skin prickled at the sound of his icy voice. "Just like old times, friend," he leered. He pulled back the mask that covered his face, and... this is the worst part... it was Anakin staring back at me. I watched in horror as he reached out his hand and yanked me up by the front of my tunic. Beyond him I could see Rook's body lying limp on the ground. From the cauterized hole in her abdomen I could see that she had been impaled with a lightsaber. I struggled to break myself from his grip, but he only smiled and held on tighter. Above me the sky turned crimson, like the blood trickling down the back of my head where I had struck the wall. Around me the children screamed, and I could do nothing. Anakin put the mask back on and held his red saber over me, preparing to strike. I woke up.

I know now that it is this nonsense with the prophecies that has caused my subconscious to conjure up such horrendous images while I sleep. I had thought myself to be in control, but clearly I was wrong. I will never immerse myself in the old texts again. Such obsession brings only disorder, a condition unfit for a Jedi. I don't want to dream of my friends as murderers.

Entry Seven

"It is possible that these texts will be forgotten once more after I am dead. Perhaps our scions will never have a chance to put the pieces together and discover the missing links. I pray that this will not be the case, but I recognize the inevitability of that loss. Still, it remains my greatest hope that someday another prophet will confirm the more revolutionary prophecies and shed some new light on their meanings." - Jedi Master Jaga Vexani, in the Epilogue of his Collection

I had not been in the archives for many weeks until today. This morning I experienced a strong sensation through the Force which I could not ignore. It directed me to return to my fledgling work with the prophecies. The following passage I discovered only fifteen minutes ago:

Book XIX



And I stared up at the sky, and its color did deepen until it seemed the clouds were soaked in blood. Smoke billowed up toward the heavens, circling the stained sky. The cries of horror pierced my soul, but there was nothing to be done. The flames swelled, and the children screamed. Everywhere chaos overtook us; the great temple crumbled around us, the stones crashing with such force as to shake the planet.

Oh Force! Why have you abandoned us? Why have you left us to die? What sin have we committed to have the balance so viciously tipped in evil's favor? I see our destroyer swathed in the robes of a demon, a raven god who has sold his soul. He stands above us, dealing out death to all. Who can save us now? The galaxy will fall...

I had thought my dreams to be delusions of an overloaded mind, but now the truth is made shockingly clear. I saw these images in my nightmares before I ever read them in this record. The prophecies of Shartasi Mastiff are genuine, and - though I find it difficult to grasp - apparently I am the future prophet that Jaga Vexani hoped for. If my dream doesn't confirm the validity of these specific texts, then I don't know what will.

But what does this mean for our future? If my dream is prophetic, does that mean these events are coming soon? In light of recent events, namely the eruption of a civil war between the Republic and the Separatists - which many are dubbing the Clone Wars - I would not be surprised if the events foretold in these texts were to come to pass.

And yet what of Anakin? Why was he in my dream? In the place of the destroyer, no less. Now that I refuse to believe. Surely he cannot be an enemy of the Jedi - he's one of us! It is not true... somehow the visions have become tangled in my head. Anakin may be brash and a bit arrogant at times, but so are many other Jedi. That does not make him a traitor. Besides, what harm could he do anyway? Even the Chosen One cannot be all-powerful. No one man could possibly wield the power of life and death over a galaxy. I don't even know why I am defending him, there's no reason to! That part of the dream must have been conjured up by my own mind.

I still can't get the screams of the younglings out of my head. Over and over I see them huddling in the corners of the temple, waiting for their turn to die. How can I stop this when I don't even know when it will happen? It's been ten thousand years since Shartasi foretold these events. How can anyone begin to guess the time, especially after so long? Should I tell someone? Would they believe me?

I don't know what to do anymore. I suspect that soon Master Rook and I may be shipped off to battle, leading platoons in the Republic's clone army. I should get some rest so that tomorrow I can get in as much saber practice as possible. I only hope the answers will be revealed to me before it is too late.

Entry Eight

"...And in the time of greatest despair there shall come a savior, and he shall be known as: the Son of the Suns." - Journal of the Whills, 3:127

From Master Vexani's Collection of Jedi Lore and Prophecy, Vol. 2

Book XIX



And so this is the end of all things. Never more shall their voices be heard. Under the malevolent gaze of their promised savior, their fire goes out of the universe, taking with it a thought and a hope that was not supposed to die.

The air in their burial chamber is still and dead, frozen in time like the lives of those who dwelled there. The temple stands in ruin, a fading relic of a more civilized age.

We beseech you, oh Son of the Suns, to return to the place of your destruction. The dead beseech you. Look upon it, and know that you are wretched. The future you have created is clouded, but I see darkness nonetheless...

Force, can this really be happening? So much all at once. I'd best start at the beginning.

For many days now, the older Padawans and their masters have been training relentlessly for battle, along with many individual Knights. Anakin and Master Kenobi returned to the temple yesterday - they were actually at the Battle of Geonosis - and now several of us are on a transport heading to the planet Rhen Var. The Republic has a base there, and we have been called to defend it from a Separatist attack. Apparently there are already several Jedi there. I hope we will make it on time.

The nights have not been easy for me. I continue to see the horrific visions of Jedi being killed off. Last night, before we were shipped out, I found myself leaving my quarters and heading to the archives once more. Instead of looking for Vexani's Collection, I took a different route. The questions I had surrounding Anakin's involvement in my dreams had been plaguing me again, and I think I went to the archives looking for more information on the Chosen One prophecy. Perhaps I thought it might prove me wrong.

I went to a section of the archives reserved for temple instructors. I remembered one of my instructors - an old Mon Calamari Jedi who always favored me for my attentiveness - had entrusted me with a code that would allow me to bypass normal protocol and go directly to the information I required. Last night was the first time I put the code to use.

After entering to code and logging into the system, I searched for the Chosen One prophecy that had been barely touched upon in my past history classes. The issue was a delicate one for the Jedi Order; since the discovery that Anakin was the Chosen One, the Masters were hesitant to allow students to simply read a passage that described one of their peers. It had always seemed fair. There was no need to place more pressure on Anakin than necessary. But now I feel that the thinly disguised secrecy was a mistake. I read that prophecy, and I quoted it above.

The Journal of the Whills is a strange book indeed, perhaps even stranger than the collection of prophecies I have been studying. I will not bother with the details - they are irrelevant at this point. All I will say is that it is much older than anything in the Collection of Jedi Lore and Prophecy. Perhaps as old as the Jedi Order itself. It is a philosophical book indeed, and it seems to vaguely outline the course of the future. Of course, it is so vague that many parts can be argued with, but there are some instances where passages are very clear about an event that will take place. One of these places is verse 127 of chapter three.

The prophecy calls the Chosen One, "the Son of the Suns." Never before had I seen this title in connection with Anakin, but I had certainly seen mention of it in Master Shartasi's records. And every time it was mentioned, it referred to the destroyer of the Jedi. The question of who the "Son" is has been answered.

Anakin Skywalker - my good friend and the man who has been destined with bringing the Force back into balance - is "the Son of the Suns." I don't know how this information could have been overlooked or why it was left to me to discover the truth. All I know is that not more than a month ago I was an apprentice who couldn't wait to become a Knight, and my companions shared that dream with me. Last night I learned that my world is about to be ripped from me.

Maybe it is not too late. I asked Anakin many times in the past to read this journal, that he might help me understand it. This morning I asked him once more. He promised me that he would. After this battle is over, I will insist that he read it. If he does not, then I will tell him everything. If telling him somehow quickens his descent to the Dark Side and leads to my death, then so be it. At least the truth will be made known, and maybe someone else may be able to stop the future from following the path laid out by the prophets.

I go into battle soon. May the Force be with us all.

Final Entry

I feel it is my solemn duty to conclude this journal, which is the possession of my dear friend Zavra Phelar, who fell at the First Battle of Rhen Var. I regret that I never took the time to read this journal, as I know he wanted me to. When this war is over, I will read everything he recorded. I swear on his memory that I will.

Zavra was one of the kindest, humblest, and most generous men I have had the privilege of knowing - Jedi or no. May he slumber peacefully. His death will not have been in vain.

- Anakin Skywalker

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Author: Eternalspiral
Date posted: 5/1/2004 1:01:12 PM
Eternalspiral's Comments:

Such a well put together piece of work. It gives the mysticism of the Jedi more of a worldly feel. A history that makes the fall of Anakin seem even more sad. That his friend would know and try to warn him ... but it was never to be . The scholarly tone of this piece is very much like that of a historian , perhaps in the future you could tie it up with a section of this journal found by Luke for the New Jedi Order ? Or just luke reading both journals which he finds in Obi-Wans hut after the events of Return of the Jedi . keep up the good work :)

Author: Silver FireStar
Date posted: 5/1/2004 3:00:08 PM
Silver FireStar's Comments:

I loved this i had always wondered why friends of anakins couldn't have helped him your story shows what would happen if they did i hope you make a sequal what happens when anakin does read the prophecy

Author: Nevarion  (signed)
Date posted: 5/2/2004 5:49:49 AM
Nevarion's Comments:

I thought this was a very good story. The tone was consistent throughout for both the quotes and the characters, and the story moved along nicely. The main character was someone worth reading about, and the mix of previous history and current events helped bring the two storylines together. The tie-in with known characters was excellent, as was the ironic ending. Good job!

Author: MutantJediBouer  (signed)
Date posted: 5/2/2004 9:52:11 AM
MutantJediBouer's Comments:

I loved this one from the moment I first read it. I loved the ending, oooh, ominous. Really great, keep writing!

Author: jedi_michele
Date posted: 5/2/2004 10:13:14 AM
jedi_michele's Comments:

this piece was beautifully put. i don't normally read the fan fiction, but this one caught my eye and it was excellent. good work and may the force be with u always.

Author: leia__naberrie
Date posted: 5/3/2004 1:51:58 AM
leia__naberrie's Comments:

This incredible tale left me wondering - what if? What if Anakin had read the diary as Zavra Phelar asked? Would the future have been diverted? Or perhaps, that is part of the chain of events that led to the Rise of Vader, the destiny of the Sun of the Sons - that, like Cassandra in Greek lore, the prophecy would be understood by someone who is not heard.

What a beautiful and imaginative tale. It recaptures the fundamental themes of prophecy and destiny that are so intrinsic to Star Wars.

Author: Jedi skywalker
Date posted: 5/4/2004 2:45:15 AM
Jedi skywalker's Comments:

not a bad story, but a little long winded, and anti-climatic.

Author: Ailwyn
Date posted: 5/4/2004 12:24:14 PM
Ailwyn's Comments:

This was very original, and i commend your insight and innovation. the only problem that i had personally was how close it was to Anakin himself. i really can't explain it, i just never liked stories that danced too close to the main characters...
i LOVED the qoutes from the Prohecy, the "Son of Sun's" qoute gave me chills.

Author: Frank1212
Date posted: 5/4/2004 3:47:44 PM
Frank1212's Comments:

Wow. I am utterly speechless. Another masterpiece of work done by Viari Skywalker.

Author: Stormtrooper_Shrink  (signed)
Date posted: 5/4/2004 10:59:12 PM
Stormtrooper_Shrink's Comments:

This was pure pleasure to do what little beta-ing I did, Vi. A lovely piece of work. I'm so glad it was archived!

Author: Obi-Wan Kenobi83
Date posted: 5/6/2004 11:11:46 AM
Obi-Wan Kenobi83's Comments:

It's a bit ironic that the reason Zavra was never able to tell anyone else about the prophecies was because he died at the first battle he faced in the clone wars. While you didn't specify how he died, it's fair to suppose that if he had spent more time on his defense training he might have survived. I liked that. This story was certainly very interesing. Keep writing!

Author: twinsuns  (signed)
Date posted: 5/6/2004 3:48:20 PM
twinsuns's Comments:

Very interesting, i bet you have read tolkiens works. Very good

Author: Master Lexus
Date posted: 5/9/2004 5:10:30 AM
Master Lexus's Comments:

I loved this story. At some point I really felt like Zavra Phelar, I just couldnīt stop reading it. The end was great, as it show Anakin's inevitable faith of doom.

Author: OzMoses
Date posted: 5/9/2004 10:25:25 AM
OzMoses's Comments:

Very good read. Mystical and thought provoking. I find the backstory of the Jedi order to be the most fascinating part of the Star Wars universe. Thanks for articulating this story into words. Keep em coming!

Author: SithedMyPants
Date posted: 5/9/2004 5:29:03 PM
SithedMyPants's Comments:

Nice story. The historic passages mostly feel authentic. Mostly :)

The key issue for me is this: If a padawan could put two and two together (Anakin = Destroyer) and have Jedi documents to prove it (as opposed to Yoda's clouded speculation)- wouldn't somebody else?

Well written, nonetheless. I've come to expect good things from you. Keep expanding the bounds of your literary knowledge (ie- reading) and develop your plotting skills (look to screenwriting texts and Shakespearean analysis for excellent breakdowns of plot structure)- I foresee an income as the result.

Author: Viari Skywalker  (signed)
Date posted: 5/9/2004 8:24:48 PM
Viari Skywalker's Comments:

Thank you all for your kind comments and thoughtful critiques. :) Thanks also to my betas, Stormtrooper_Shrink and Cara De!

This piece started out as a snippet from a made-up prophecy about the Chosen One. I posted it in the JC forum without expecting to do much more with it. It was semi-inspired by Biblical prophecies I'd been reading recently, and I'd been struggling with writing more for some of my other pieces, so I just wrote out the first prophecy. Then the plot bunny bit.

I realized that it would be very unusual for a friend of Anakin's - a Padawan - to discover that Anakin was the destroyer if no other Jedi could even suspect it. I tried to gradually show that these prophecies were very old and so radical that most Jedi scholars dismissed them. By the time Zavra finds them, they are all but forgotten. The reason a mere Padawan is able to find them is because he has some prophetic ability. His vision is what allows him to realize that Anakin is the destroyer/savior. No other Jedi has this vision. Is it the will of the Force that Zavra should have found the ancient texts? Is it the will of the Force that Zavra should fail to warn anyone of the coming doom? That is for the reader to decide.

I think leia_naberrie said it best: "Or perhaps, that is part of the chain of events that led to the Rise of Vader, the destiny of the Sun of the Sons - that, like Cassandra in Greek lore, the prophecy would be understood by someone who is not heard." In the end, the Force is balanced. We all know what happens. I wanted to enrich the tale that has already been told.

Once again, thank you!

Author: leia__naberrie
Date posted: 5/14/2004 2:32:40 AM
leia__naberrie's Comments:

I just dropped in again to say that I think the cover art is brilliant... Putting the actual words of the prophecy in a very realistic looking ancient parchment was nothing short of genius.... and then I saw a personal reply to my comment. What a nice surprise!

Author: Viari Skywalker  (signed)
Date posted: 5/14/2004 12:04:57 PM
Viari Skywalker's Comments:

boushh2187 was actually the one who made the cover, but I agree, I think it's perfect. :)

Author: jade_etes
Date posted: 10/15/2004 11:18:47 AM
jade_etes's Comments:

I loved the way the entries were laid out, as being ancient texts, and how the modern Jedi's dreams were also prophetic. Very vivid, and very well written!

Author: Ani-maniac  (signed)
Date posted: 11/26/2004 11:47:56 PM
Ani-maniac's Comments:

I loved this story! It was wonderful! It was so ironic that Anakin came so close to being warned about his future. I also loved the way you included the speech from the movies, "twilight is upon them, and now night must fall," and "A more civilized age." It was wonderfully written!!!

Author: Darth-Buddy
Date posted: 2/20/2006 12:10:58 AM
Darth-Buddy's Comments:

Really excellent and sad at the same times. I loved the prophecies, they were very well written. Why didn't Yoda pick up on some of these prophetic words????

Author: fallenkedipadawan
Date posted: 5/4/2008 6:48:47 PM
fallenkedipadawan's Comments:

yikes it's Master Rook. lol I laughed so hard when I saw that because my teacher's name is rook and he is kind of creepy like he told us the other day the earth uses the force to create earth quakes and instead of actully doing wotk in his class we just watch star wars. anyways this was a great story. thanks.

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