Tython - Post Omega

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Tython

The Omega had fallen at Castamere. The dead woman and her rogues perishing with it. The One Sith and their Galactic Empire was no more. Once again, Coruscant and her stars were free. Yet the embers of the Old War remained. The Darkside and The Light. This cycle had within it many faces, many names. Many players and many puppets too. It was soon now. Soon the Darkside's new vessels of destruction and plague would rise again. This eventually was always known. Such was the fate of these lonely stars. Such was the fate of The Force.

Yet in new victory their is also new life. New hopes and new dreams. Even now. A much older woman stands tall and strong on Tython's holy ground. At the Ruin of Bedlameer. At the Mountain of Lemay. An old SC outpost that she and her husband used to call home for a time. Here. Safe and sound. High and holy too. Situated against the cliffs and the green forest trees. Among the clouds and soggy after noon rain. She smiled. Karen Roberts, smiled.

"Hey friend. Long time no see."

She was standing on Tython again. She was standing in history.

 

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The Forest at Imarie

Due west of the old Jedi Temple lay a patch of trees nearer the wood-end glenn. Just down the blue river bend. A place of mediation and a place of peace to the Jedi mind. Even after the long years of dark tides and blackguard dominion, it's lay spirit remained. Here. Quiet and slumbering still. The Force was sleeping.

Karen Roberts stopped here and knelt down to pray. Her whispered words were to the gods of old and to the spirits new. Diping her soul back down into the waters of white ribbon and gleeful sounds of summer's wet wind. Praying that the forest's soul would remember her. Praying that new life and new foundations might be for making memories still. Here. In this pleasant place were she and her husband used to picnic. She wept. And she prayed.

"May these forests remember the Jedi. Who tended root, and grass, and tree. This I pray with a full heart. Let new life bloom here again. Let the Force awaken."

With her tears she blessed this small forest. That the memory of our green Tython might bloom.

 

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The River at Carson

Due north of the old Jedi Temple lay a small unnoticed patch of earth. A low dip in the river where the round rocks rose to the surface and a white bridge crossed the rapid rushing stream. She had forgotten it's name. That old bridge. But it was still in the same spot where she had left it. Strong, and stone, and stubborn still. How many times had she crossed this bridge, she wondered? How mighty were the echos of them that had wandered her arch.

"This was the place where Master Watts and I had discussed the future. A new, bright-bright new future for the Jedi Order. Ahh. And how we dreamed a dream. ...That escaped us."

What rose as The Republic rose here first. For who could claim the Republic without her Jedi. What good fires burned brightest of them all.

"But where oh where is your Republic now, good Tython? Where have your Jedi gone to too?"

Yet with no clear answers she dared to dream again. And so renamed this old stone bridge. For Dreamers.

 

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The Circle of Spirits

West of Bree stood the old standing stones. The Circle of Spirits. The place you went when you wanted to commune with the earth and pray for a wealthy harvest. The circle where the earth's ears heard strongest and the autumn winds swished with the wing's of faeries. Among the stillest stones of time.

"Here we told stories of our home planet's with the children. Sharing the folklore and tales of our alien youth. Remembering that we all came from somewhere. Destiny bound, with our futures not yet present. Hoping never to grow up and never to give in. Remembering Neverland and our Wendys with the wind as our pen."

Still stones and somber still. There were no more younglings on Tython now. But the stones had preserved their scribbles and scratches still.

"The earth remembers it's Jedi now. Those autumn nights it will keep forever. Carved into our hearts with crayon. Amen and amen. Tython was our mother too."

She touched the rock where her own name was carved. And remembered a younger woman.

 

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Starport Gamma Seven

She stopped for dinner near the landing pads heavy doors. Her day complete. At the soup and salad that served the station's crew. Six little men sat at the bar and the tallest snout-nose Kith'may manned the counter tops clearly. Some blue collar strangers all. She ordered the special and matched eyes with none other. Leaving every good traveler to his own fifteen minutes peace.

Her black clothes drew their ire though. For the blackguards had worn the same.

"Peace. Be still."

She whispered to their minds with magic on her tongue. Dinner was no place for a Sith.

Tython was no home for black strangers.

 

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Rings of Nebula

Deep space greeted her gaze with new lights and new sounds. New highways for space flying and new starpaths for stargazing. Her X-Wing flew past them all. On her way home to her husband and to her long and steady friends. What memories had laid on Tython she had buried them deeper-soil still.

"Goodbye old friend. And may the Force be with you."

Always.

A long time ago... In a galaxy not so very far away.

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