I don’t remember Hosnian Prime. My oldest recollections are at the Jedi temple on Coruscant. I had been told, I don’t remember when or by whom, that my homeworld was Hosnian Prime. I had been identified as force sensitive and my family let the Jedi take me as a youngling. Of my family, I was told nothing.
I was raised in the way of the Jedi. Training the mind and the body. Training in the ways of the Force. Their ways. From youngling, to padawan, to knight, I worked my way up their ranks. Each passing, my robes became longer. My body taller and stronger. My mind filled with the knowledge of the Galaxy. Of systems and planets, of species and genomes, customs and cultures. And the Force.
The Force was at the root of it all. It connected everything I learned of, like a thread. Tying the floral, fauna, and mineral together in a single fabric. Through the Force, I could connect to anyone, anything and manipulate it; impart thoughts, read emotions, and yes, even lift rocks.
I grew, as a man, as well as in the force. As a Jedi, we were not detached from our feelings. But we were always warned of their power. Their ability to distract us from the one thing that was at the center of our being, the will of the Force. I saw that as a limitation. To be happy, but to not feel happy.
I was half alive, never truly experiencing life. Never truly experiencing the Force. Not fully.
That was the way to the dark side, they told me. The Dark side of the Force embraced emotions, and the stronger the better. Anger, passion, hatred fed the Sith and powered them. But that was not my path.
Darkness and light was present in every system. One did not exist without the other. I saw the Jedi and the Sith were at the opposite ends of a pendulum swing. It was the rest of the Galaxy that hung in the middle. I began to wonder, was there another way?
There is a phenomenon on planets with communities near the polar caps. Depending on the season, those areas are subject to prolonged sunshine, or the lack thereof. That is to say endless day or endless night. That schedule takes its toll on those that live under those circumstances. It plays on the mind period time loses its meaning. Erratic behaviors occur in these extremes. Whereas nearer the equator, there is a balance of night and day, the erratic Ness is a lot less common. There I first saw it. Balance. The balance of light and dark.
