-StarWars ~~~~~ Prologue...
Nayr stood with her father on the platform of the temple, looking down at the arena.
"See Nayr, all this splendor could be at your fingertips. Look at all these students are learning." Indoan-Adoy said peering over the railing, indicating to the Jedi. His daughter, Nayr, turned away.
"You’re just saying that because you want me to be a Jedi. They aren’t learning anything but how to move things without touching them and to sit silent and still!" The loud voice of the seven year old rang around the platform. Indoan looked down sadly.
"You just want me to be a Jedi, like you. You have always wanted me to be you! Well, I’m not you." Indoan turned to look at his daughter.
"Nayr, you know as well as I do that I am not yet a jedi."
"But you will be, today, isn’t that why you dragged me here? To watch you triumph? I could be at home with my friends, but you wanted me to watch you triumph. That’s fine with me." Nayr leaned up against the railing, her long, fiery orange hair draped over her face, and covered most of her shoulders. Indoan smiled slightly.
"You’re hair is really growing Nayr. What is it now, down to your ankles."
Nayr shook her head, normally her father’s mention of her hair would bring a smile to her face. As she looked up, her face wore a scowl and a look of pure stress.
"No, it’s only down to the small of my back, and you know that perfectly well."
Nayr’s father frowned, and turned away to look down at the railing.
"Indoan-Adoy?" Nayr’s young, 19 year old father turned at the sound of his master’s voice.
"Yes master?" He turned to walk into the shadows, and looked over his shoulder at Nayr, her face was horrified, and shocked.
"Nayr? Nayr what’s wrong?" He asked, turning to face her. She lifted her hand and pointed behind Indoan as his master ignited his lightsaber and brought it down upon her father. She screamed, and watched in horror as her father’s killer dashed back into the darkness of the temple. She leaned forward to her fallen father, and caught sight of his blaster. She quickly took it out of its holster, and dashed into the darkness after the Jedi.
Her heart beat a million beats per Millie-second, her face was already stained with tears. But she could not let her father’s death go un-avenged, she had to act now, or the master would get away. She turned a corner, and ran straight into him. She gasped, and took a step back, falling onto her backside, and loosing her blaster.
"Not so tough without daddy now are we?" The jedi taunted, stepping closer. He hit the red button on his lightsaber, and the glowing red light gave off enough for Nayr to see the blaster out of the corner of her eye. The jedi brought his lightsaber down as Nayr leapt for the blaster, but, the jedi master caught Nayr with the saber. Burning a deep scar from her right shoulder to her left hip across her back. The child let out a deafening scream of agony, and tripped backwards, pulling the trigger and catching the jedi off guard in the chest.
Nayr rolled onto her stomach, tears streaming her face more quickly, she felt the hot sting in her back from where the lightsaber had burnt into her skin. She could smell the flesh burning, and could feel the open pain of the new wound.
The lightsaber of the fallen master lay on the floor to her right, she turned her head. The jedi was now on his back, dead.
Nayr stood up slowly, breathing heavily and still crying, she picked up the blaster, and slipped It into a holster of her own, then, kneeling back down, she reached for the lightsaber, gasping in pain as she pulled the skin from her wound. Grabbing the lightsaber she reared back up on her knees, and tried to stand. Failing the first three attempts, the girl took a break, then stood up once more.
Holding the lightsaber at her waist, she lunged forward with a cry of rage, and thrust the saber into the fallen jedi’s chest. She knelt down, and put her face in her hands.
She heard footsteps, and stood up, looking down at the Jedi, then in the direction of her father, she tore the cloak from the fallen master, then raced towards her father’s body.
She reached the platform in less then a minute, and knelt down beside her father with the cloak. Her father’s eyes were open, but seeing nothing. She pulled the cloak of the fallen master over her shoulders, and reached with her right hand, to tenderly close her father’s eyelids.
She fell forward over her father’s chest, and cried.
As the other jedi arrived, they asked the young girl no questions, they simply took her to the healers, and left.
They left her alone.
They left!
Nayr recovered quickly, but she was too late, the other jedi would not tell her what had become of her father’s body, or of his house. For when she ran home, her house, her home was gone. Blown away. Nayr could only stare, a young boy walked up beside Nayr, he could only have been a few years older then her.
"It was the jedi, they can’t stand things like this. If I were you, I’d get back at them. They took my brother away from me, he joined them, traveled away, and my family and I haven’t heard from him since." The boy turned, and walked away. Nayr didn’t even look up, but kept the young child’s words in her mind, stored away forever……..
the jedi…. They left……….
Poor child...