Legend has it that a long, long time ago, before the creation of the Jedi, before the birth of the Sith, an all-powerful being emerged from the void of nothingness. The being gave life to the universe as it was now known to the citizens, binding it together to last for millenia, penetrating every single living creature. It has held many names throughout the existence of the galaxy, the Power of the Cosmos, the Breath of Gelgelar, the Way....she was simply just the Force.

She sensed the worlds under her control would quickly become monstrous, fighting for control and colonization of each of the star systems, so that was when she created the Force wielders. There would be three of them: a Father, a Daughter, and a Son. The Daughter was to represent the light side of the Force, while the Son was the dark side of the Force; the Father was a balance of the both of them, making sure one did not overpower the other. Those three would preside over the galaxy in her place to maintain the peace.

That peace, however, came crashing down all too soon. A dark, infectious toxin was spreading its reign throughout the galaxy; the Son would not rest until he possessed the unlimited power he so desperately craved.

The Daughter struggled against him to regain the territories, and the siblings were locked into a feud that brought carnage and mayhem to each of the star systems they passed. Mortals cried out in suffering as their homes were decimated in the celestial duel.

The Force quickly grew exhausted of the senseless death in her galaxy, summoning the Father to control his children. He begged her for guidance, for some idea of how to end the turmoil; all she said was, "you will know when the time comes, but as for now, find the siblings."

He searched many systems, always seeming to shadow them, appearing in all his cosmic glory mere moments after the Son and Daughter had destroyed everything in their wake. On one fateful chance, as if the Force had favored the Father, he was able to witness the ruin firsthand....

Fire and ash had spread in multitudes across the once green planet, leaving nothing but desolate wastelands in its place. The Daughter's peaceful green eyes met the Son's vengeful red ones, and they were locked into battle once more, decimating thousands of bystanders who were unable to flee as their world slowly succumbed to the wrath of the Force wielders. The siblings unleashed their powers of light and dark, none seeming to best the other; the one guaranteed thing? Civilians were perishing by their hands.

"My children, cease this bloodshed!" The Father boomed.

The Son and Daughter looked up at him, their cosmic tendrils of black and white dissipating as they glared at him.

"Father, this does not concern you." The Son growled in anger, hurling bolts of red lightning at him.

The Father absorbed the blast with his hand, a look of disappointment etched into his features. "It concerns me when you, my own Son, are bringing corruption and devastating the very same galaxy we were created to protect and bring peace to!" He turned to his Daughter. "And you let this happen."

"No, I was trying to stop him, I–"

"At what cost? How many innocents had to perish because of you? How many star systems?!" The Father took a shaky breath. "The Force has given me the knowledge. I will do what I must."

"What are you talking about?" The Daughter mumbled in question.

"I'm banishing you both to a planet which you can never escape."

"NO!" The Son roared, voice inhumane as his eyes turned solid red and he lashed out at his Father. "You will not hinder me from ruling the galaxy! It is my birthright! Join me, Sister. Let us stop Father and ensure our freedoms forever."

"Brother...." The Daughter trailed off, an internal war fighting in her mind, body, and soul. Her resolve soon became clear: she didn't want to be imprisoned for the rest of eternity. "Although I may not agree with your ways, it is better than being trapped on a planet forever. I will join you this once."

She wielded her own cosmic power to bind her Father, preventing him from making a move to stop them. The Son smirked evilly, torturing their Father with lightning and suffocating him with a dark cloud.

"Force, help me....please...." The Father managed to choke out, pleading to the Power of the Cosmos that she would somehow find mercy on him and save his life.

A bright light suddenly shone into the vacuum of space where the three were, and a voice swam its way through the stars, resonating in their heads.

"Father, Daughter, and Son." It – or she – addressed them with the erethral voice of a thousand storms. "You have failed me for the last time. Even those set in place to rule this galaxy grow corrupt; your reign has come to an end. The mortals of this realm shall face strife at their own hands, form their own governments, rule their own people. You are all henceforth banished to beyond the Outer Rim, to the ethereal place that will soon lie within the legends of this galaxy, one of my homeworlds: Mortis."

"You can't possibly do that!" The Son protested, panic swelling in his chest. "What about my acolytes?"

"And my followers?" The Daughter inquired.

"They will be called the Jedi and the Sith, destined to continue your fight for the rest of their existence, until it brings about their demise. Their memories of you will not be forgotten, though; they will memorialize all three of you in the temples and shrines scattered throughout the galaxy."

The Force stretched out a hand, casting the three Force wielders to the mythical place of Mortis. And it was there that they remained, for all eternity....

So it was that the galaxy developed under the watchful eye of the Force; she witnessed civil wars, epic duels between the Jedi and Sith as they mastered their legendary abilities and crafted laser swords known as lightsabers. After centuries more, the Sith were all but extinct, leaving thousands of Jedi to restore peace to troubled parts of the galaxy and bring about the natural order of things.

Yet there seemed to be something sinister, looming within the shadows in the beast of a galaxy. The Force sensed the darkness growing at the heart of her fractured universe. At the start, it was merely a hairline split, but over time it grew until the spiderwebs of cracks would shatter if someone touched it. It would be any moment when chaos ensued now, and the Force sensed that the dark side of her had created a vile, cunning monster that was simply just biding his time.

She thought it would be best if she created another being, gave herself a redeeming chance to right the wrong she had once committed. It was then that – albeit with a semi-distracted mind – she composed the concept of one who would bring balance to the Force, the one that would keep her balanced between the light and the dark. Yet the demon within the universe twisted the thought, placing it in the womb of a slave woman by manipulating the Midi-chlorians inside her; the boy that would ultimately save everyone was conceived with a flaw. He would be her inevitable downfall, the ruin of the galaxy.

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happy st. patrick's day to those who celebrate!! or those who wear green lol

so. . . .the prologue is officially done! kinda mysterious but you now know a bit of the story but it was kinda revealed in a mysterious way. thoughts? comments? criticisms? i'm open to any piece of feedback. so please give feedback? 🥺

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PUBLISHED 17 MARCH 2022