Interlude VII. 6945.345 to 7947.215 CRC
Interlude VII. 6945.345 to 7947.215 CRC
It was rather strange, how much and how little Fay remembered about her life as Lily Potter.
Some things, she remembered with startling clarity, even after a thousand of years, while others had all but faded from her memories…
She remembered loving magic, and the castle where she’d learned it, but not much about magic itself – having been using the Force for so long, it was difficult using a different kind of talent.
She remembered having a family, loving her parents and her sister, and some conflict with the later – but not really how they looked, or even their names.
She remembered falling in love with a brilliant man – and this she remembered so well it still sometimes hurt, to think that James Potter was dead, and that she’d never see him again.
She remembered about their daughter, and about living in fear, in a world smaller and darker by the day.
She remembered dying, and despair, and one last attempt at hope.
She remembered the gods answering her call.
She remembered roaming through the darkness with Magic, always deeper toward the Abyss, and meeting Mana.
She remembered diving into the goddess’ powers, touching the Force for the first time, in a manner no mortal should be able to, and finding a brilliant soul, so young and so pure, and the Force already mourning all the hardship and eternal sadness that she was all but doomed to in this galaxy so Lost, even the gods had given up on it…
Magic had left with that precious soul, and Lily had stayed behind.
Happy in the knowledge that she’d given her daughter a chance to live.
It hadn’t been difficult to befriend Mana, who’d given her the time to mourn all that she had lost, and even offered her a place by her side.
Lily Potter was honored by the opportunity to become the goddess’ Holy Servant. One of the long-lived ones at that, the nearly immortal ones who shared their life in the Immortal realm; rather than those smaller ones who did their patron deity's work in the Mortal realm. But she knew she wasn’t ready for it.
So despite Mana warning her that should she die as a mortal, she’d lose her memories as Lily Potter, she still decided to incarnate in the Lost galaxy.
The goddess, she realized rather quickly as she grew up, must have somewhat meddled. As all the Jedi quickly came to the conclusion that she was beloved by the Force, with a midi-chlorian count higher than any other Jedi in memory; and such an innate understanding of the Living Force her very cells regenerated in a way that gave no upper limit to her life-spawn as long as she wasn’t instantly killed.
Fay had quickly grown to love this galaxy where she’d chosen to make herself a new life, and the Jedi became a new family to her.
But her new family, just like the previous one, was in the middle of a bloody war.
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Lily Potter hadn’t hesitated to fight when the Death Eaters had come calling. Fay didn’t hesitate either as the Brotherhood of Darkness tore into the galaxy, in the culmination of a thousand years of bloody wars between Sith and Jedi.
The young Jedi was knighted at nineteen-year-old, and leading armies the same year.
Two years later, she had taken a padawan.
Three years later, that padawan was dead. Somehow, and despite being only twenty-four years old, she was still given the title of master.
By the end of the war, less than ten years later, she was tired of blood and war, couldn't stand anymore the needless deaths and the despair. She found herself all but resenting the never-aging body Mana had gifted her, helping her survive when so many of her brothers and sisters had died.
After a thousand years of war, the Sith were all but hunted into extinction, the war over, yet the galaxy still in chaos.
The Galactic Republic was thankful to have been saved from the Sith’s dominion, but the Galactic Senate was weary of how popular the Jedi Lords were. So the Ruusan reformation were enacted, disbanding the Army of Light, dismantling all the armies and removing the Jedi’s military rank.
While there were talks of putting the order under the oversight of the Judicial department, it instead argued for a return to an older status quo. As such, the Jedi choose to exist both as a religious order, and a charity one, working as peace-keepers and cooperating with the Galactic Senate.
The Ruusan Reformation were a highly controversial piece of legislation, but with everyone, Force users and regular people alike, weary of conflict, it was passed with little struggle in the reorganized Galactic Senate.
Fae had been disgusted by the way people had chosen not to rock the boat, not to take any lessons of the thousand years of war, and instead merely fallen into a new status quo, happy to pretend that their New Republic had shed the corruption of the old one.
Distraught to see the Jedi order all but mutilate themselves, giving up their children and family for some new “improved” code that felt far more dangerous to her than the older one.
But she was tired too, and still grieving all the people she’d lost on the battlegrounds.
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So she chose to let things be.
Refused a seat in the High Council, hid her lightsaber away, and left the Galactic Republic.
The Force was with her, the Jedi master all but able to hear Mana’s soothing tones as she traveled. By the time she arrived in the Outer Rim, she’d found a new calling.
Since the Jedi had decided to listen to the Senate rather than the Force, to appease the ruling government. Then she’d do what they wouldn't.
She’d follow the Force, and go where she was truly needed.
She’d be the kind of Jedi they were supposed to be, rather than the ones they were becoming.
Years turned into decades – and decades into centuries.
Fay hadn’t stepped foot in the heart of the Galactic Republic ever since the beginning of the Ruusan Reformation, thought she’d still met some Jedi from time to time. Some, she worked with for a mere few days, others for whole years.
She learned she’d become a legend, along the years. And a headache for the Jedi High Council, as she refused to conform to the Senate mandate, yet never did anything that could be constructed as her not being a Jedi anymore.
Some masters liked the way her continued existence stirred things now and then, keeping them on their toes. Others were far more disapproving, only strengthening her resolve as they displayed to her just how less than their ancestors they’d become.
Nearly a thousand of years had gone by since the end of the war – and rather than flourishing, the Jedi Order had diminished, becoming complacent and decaying, yet never seeming to realize it.
Until they suddenly did.
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Until the familiar hum in the back of her mind had suddenly become far stronger, a Force bond snapping into place easily – thought the one on the other side didn’t realize it.
And Fay finally acknowledged that her daughter, the soul she’d spirited away from this galaxy so long ago, was here.
The master Jedi didn’t know how to feel about it, no matter the reassuring hum of Mana’s voice telling her that everything would be alright.
Because if her daughter was here…
Then what had happened, back in her first world? Had little Harriet died as a child, despite her bargain with the gods? Had she discovered she wasn’t in her original world, and left the one she’d been born in behind?
Did she resent Lily, for having basically kidnapped her and thrown her into a world that, while not Lost like this galaxy, had still been at war?
Did she even know who Fay was?
The Force had shaken, just before her daughter’s awakening, and ever since, things had started to change, quicker and quicker.
The old order had finally awakened to their near extinction, dozens of Force sects who’d all become more and more insular finally started to open themselves back to the rest of the galaxy, freedom wars were occurring in the Outer Rim…
And in the middle of it all, a beautiful Mirialan girl, with deep violet hair, and emerald green eyes nearly identical to her own.
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When she’d realized that her daughter was looking for her, Fay had run away, not ready at all to see her again. Too afraid of what the brilliant woman she'd become would think of her, who'd ran away from the Republic and the Order, rather than try to change them like she had.
All the while, knowing she was acting unreasonable, as Mana’s voice was whispering her reassurances.
The desperate flight became more of a game of cat and mouse as with time, she started to be able to work though her emotions, and realize she had no reason to be afraid.
After all – though they were so far away from the other that the bond only let her catch a slight glimpse of strong emotions here and there, it was rather evident that Arya Lunika had no ill feelings toward her.
Though she was growing more frustrated as time went by, and Fay kept on eluding her…
Then she’d felt Mana’s power changing her, gifting her something more, though she didn’t quite know what it was – and two children voices had echoed in her mind, and that of countless other people.
In the familiar way of a bargain.
Fay knew that, once more, her daughter was in the middle of it all.
But this time, this was more important than her last few hesitations – this was about her calling as a Jedi. And so, like countless others, she accepted the bargain.
Finally ready to meet her daughter again.
6945.354 CRC– birth of Fay (1031 BBY / 2621 ATC)
6964.xxx CRC– Fay is knighted (1012 BBY / 2640 ATC)
6966.xxx CRC– Fay gets a padawan (1009 BBY / 2643 ATC)
6969.xxx CRC– Fay looses her padawan (1006 BBY / 2646 ATC)
6976.xxx CRC– Ruusan Reformation, Fay gives up her lightsaber (10 BBY / 26 ATC)
7930.262 CRC– awakening of Arya / Fay feels their Force bond (46 BBY / 3609 ATC)
7946315CRC– the Bargain is struck (30 BBY / 3625 ATC)