The Ancestral Bonds Part 1

  The story of Crystaall Sehefadu is not fully complete in my mind. It will not be complete for a while because I need to think it through. I do have one story I should have done a year ago but I never had the name for the second main character. Its about the ancestors of the Sehefadu family. It all began with the Zekera family, more importantly Eriis Zekera. She is the first of many in the whole family to have tragedy shatter their fate and show them the true path. The story does not start with her however. This story goes through the rediscovery of the Zekera legacy through Crystaall's point of view. If anyone has any advice, leave a comment.


    Crystaall stands alone on the balcony in the Queen's bedroom. Its is mid-dawn on Naboo. A slow, but calm wind sways in the air. Crystaall's long brown hair goes along with the breeze. She stands in her torn Jedi robe, its brown color faded into a more tanish version. Underneath the soft robe was her maroon spartan armor, hand-crafted herself. Its dull phrik metal (This type of metal is almost completely resistant to lightsabers) unable to give even a small reflection of light from the rising sun. Her two lightsabers banged against her waist. In her right hand she holds an old holocron in the shape of an octagon. This holocron dated back to the days of the Old Republic. A small button is on one of its sides and Crystaall pushes it gently. No video can be seen but the audio begins to play anyways.
    "This is Jedi Master Eriis Zekera of the Jedi Order on Tython. If anyone finds this, I am most likely one with the Force. I have left my saber in the Archives of Tython and my droid C2-N2 is still active. If I am alive, I am sealed in carbonite and on a secret location known only to me and my hidden archives on Coruscant. To any grandchildren I have, may the Force guide your destinies."
    The holocron begins to flicker and shuts down. Crystaall sighs and stuffs the old relic in one of her robe's pockets. A figure appears behind her. A spirit of an old woman dressed in royal robes. The spirit begins to speak to the warrior woman.
    "I have seen you go from one profession to another and I have never seen you so focused on the sadness you hold in your heart. What troubles you, my child?"
    "Mother.... how long has it been? How long has it been since the destruction of the Sith Empire?"
    "Crystaall, she's not alive. There's no proof of our ancestors existence in the galaxy. The text left by Eriis Zekera is in ancient Sith, you'll never decode it."
    "How long!?"
    Crystaall turns face to face with the old spirit.
    "Over 3000 years ago. Our 'original ancestor is dead. You know that as well as I."
    "I still can't figure out why you are still able to speak to me through the Force. You've helped enough and you were never Force sensitive."
    The spirit soon began to fade and it decided to give on last piece of advice.
    "You've always been destined for greatness, just promise me you won't chase a dead memory...."
    The spirit faded away before the sentence was finished. A small light began to flicker on Crystaall's wrist.