Actor, Writer, Jedi, Singer,

Actor, Writer, Jedi, Singer,
You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you

Thursday, December 15, 2011

From the holodiary of Aran Liander: Jedi Apprentice

981 ARR

The war has raged for three years now. I wasn't there at the beginning of it- my Master and I were on a mission when we heard of the blood-bath now known as the Battle of Geonosis. I did hear about it however- and saw the deadness on the faces of the disheveled Jedi who returned. My heart burns for them and for all those who return lost from the many conflicts that have arisen in these dark years. Since then there has been many battles....many had died. I-...........
My name is Aran Liander and I am a Jedi Padawan, apprentice to Master Roan Shyn who took me in when I was thirteen. I am sixteen years of age at the moment and a Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic; serving alongside my Master who is also a General. I am fairly tall for my age, you could say, and my hair is brown in hue. I was born on Ator but the Jedi Temple is, and always will be, my home.
My Master has asked to me to write about my experiences in the war; he tells me it will help with the deadening weariness that has settled over us all. I have-had-three best friends. Their names are- Kyla, Rune, and Lint. Only Kyla is still with us, the others have dXXX- joined the Force...........Sometimes I see them in my sleep, in my dreams, and.......and.....------------------------------
Well, I guess I should say where I am. I am currently holed up in a stronghold on a rain-soaked world- I forget the name. We have fought on so many worlds and in so many battles that they have ran into a muddy, gray smear of suffering. I can see the drab field outside the window before me- it is basically a muddle of nothingness- the ground ripped by artillery and sodden by the downpour.
I miss the Temple- some days I meditate and gather the Force around me and try to pretend I am there- but the Force is riddled with darkness; I feel it in my bones, in my skin. It somehow manages to soak in and coat us, weighing us down until we nearly collapse. It is a disease in my blood and a phantom in my head. Really, all I want is to go home. But I am a Jedi and I we aren't supposed to want and desire- it is not our way and I understand that.
I really don't see how writing all this down will help me. Words are just words after all and it isn't possible to force all my emotions into the datapad- how can I? I don't know what to do.
But I will trust that my Master knows best- he always does and I am thankful to be his apprentice and for his guidance.
May the Force be with you.
Aran Liander.