Chapters
Sixth Moon, 169 AC Rhaena Targaryen Rhaena would not admit it aloud but she was growing worried. Daena and Elaena had been acting extremely strange lately, always making excuses to hole up in their rooms with their cousin Daeron whenever he visited. They were smart enough to make excuses that their ladies in waiting all believed like Daeron simply being like a little brother to them who had dutifully come to keep them company in their confinement with games and reading but Rhaena was their sister, even…- 34.0 K • Ongoing
Anakin Second Month, 970 ARR (30 BBY) Once he had proven himself by surviving the brutal first few months of physical and mental conditioning, especially Mygeeto, a planet he now hated almost as much as Tatooine, Anakin’s training had accelerated sharply. Everything he had thought he would learn had finally begun. Sidious had begun teaching him how to call upon the dark side actively, to bend the Force to his will. The obstacle courses that had once been the bane of his existence were now a breeze and…- 29.5 K • Ongoing
- Fifth Moon, 169 AC Elaena Targaryen As she sat there on Daena’s bed, Elaena couldn’t stop her hands from shaking as she twiddled her fingers anxiously. She couldn’t believe she was really doing this, that she’d let Daena talk her into it. It was madness, complete and utter madness and yet it was also her only hope. She had always liked Daeron. Though he had been three years her younger, they had been close as children, playing and reading together and keeping each other company as they both…
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- Twelfth Month, 969 ARR (31 BBY) Maul Much had happened in the fourteen standard months since Maul had forsworn his former master. He had secured transport off Naboo in the chaos of the Bombardment’s aftermath, absconding with a good freighter that he had then flown to one of the few secret hideouts at his disposal that his former master had no knowledge of. There he had rested for a few weeks, gathering what resources he could while letting his grievous injuries and wounds heal. Then when he was…
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- Tenth Moon, 169 AC Aemon Targaryen “I don’t want to see you slacking off even once! Repeat the strokes until your arms are dead! If you have enough time and energy to be fooling around with my cousins, I clearly haven’t been drilling you hard enough!” Aemon barked at his nephew and squire, a menacing expression on his face. “Yes Uncle,” Daeron obeyed. To his credit, the lad did not complain nor grouse and kept diligently working at his strokes but it did little to improve Aemon’s…
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- Tenth Moon, 169 AC Viserys Targaryen Viserys had served as Hand of the King ever since the day he had come of age and his elder brother could justify sticking that pin on his chest. From that moment onwards, for the next thirty years, he had ruled ably in the background as Aegon had brooded, Daeron had warred, and Baelor had prayed. Never once had he acted beyond his place despite the clamors of some to do so. When his brother had died before his time and his son had become King at an unripe young age,…
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- Tenth Month, 969 ARR (31 BBY) Anakin “Again,” his new Master snarled as Anakin hit the ground for the third time that evening. Such had been his routine for the past few months. So far, Sidious had taught him precious little of any Force techniques save for some basics in how to shield, meditate, and draw strength from the dark side, strength from pain and hardship. According to him, Anakin did not have the hardened grit necessary for proper Sith training yet, and that is what they were working to…
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