Ora was still screaming when she found herself in a circular room made of stark white stone. Golden engravings adorned the walls, adding a bit of grandeur to the otherwise bland room. As she realized she was safe she stopped screaming and surveyed her surroundings, searching for her savior, but found no one.
“Where am I?” she asked, rising to her feet.
There was no response. Her hands clenched into fists as she felt the anger within her begin to rise.
“I don’t have time for this! Answer me!”
“You must temper that anger inside of you or you will never discover your power.”
She whirled to find a man gazing at her. He was brown-skinned and adorned in a white hooded robe. His locked dark brown hair, bejeweled with golden rings, peeked from the hood and flowed down the front of his chest. His hands were lost in the sleeves of his robes as he stood, gazing at her with a blank expression.
“Are you the one who saved me?”
He nodded. “I am.”
She stepped toward him. “Who are you?”
“I am what you would call the embodiment of the Light. My name is Kar-Aan. You must excuse my sister, Nivera. She can be…difficult at times.”
Ora’s jaw dropped. “What?”
He chuckled. “I know this must be confusing for you. Let me explain.”
Ora sat down, listening attentively.
Suddenly the room turned completely dark and the walls began to depict images in a hieroglyphical form with streams of golden light as he began to tell the story.
“Long ago, when the galaxy was conceived piece by piece there was a Force that was created to bind everything together.”
The ceiling formed a map of stars and nebulae that created a vast depiction of the galaxy.
“This Force was embodied in two individuals, myself and my sister, Nivera.”
The walls on either side of her showed a man and a woman, or more precisely, Kar-Aan and Nivera, one wreathed in light and one bordered in darkness.
“We are the agents of Light and Dark, for without the dark there can be no light and without the light, there can be no dark. It is an eternal dance, one that has been twisted, bent, strained, convoluted, and expanded into something that has caused the sorrow of billions throughout the eons.”
“To restore balance we entrusted three individuals to harbor the secrets and the will of the Force. You may know them as the Mortis Gods. There was the Father who embodied Balance, the Brother who was the agent of the Dark Side, and the Sister who was the epitome of the Light.”
Ora gazed in gaped-mouthed awe as they formed into existence on the walls, the power they held seeming to emanate from even their hieroglyphic forms.
“And for a time, there was a balance. Peace reigned, goodness prevailed, and the sorrow that had plagued the galaxy was gone. But the Brother was cunning, for the darkness had consumed him, and together, he and my sister, Nivera concocted a plan.
“My sister knew her power was legendary and could easily consume lesser beings to do her will. She broke the law of balance and attacked the galaxy but there were those who believed in the Light who fought back. They would become the first Jedi.”
The walls suddenly began to depict hundreds of individuals from all manner of species around the galaxy raising their lightsabers skyward as Nivera, shown on the ceiling, descended down upon them.
“Nivera was blinded by her greed and thus, she was defeated, but not before she corrupted those who, like her, sought power. They would become the Sith and the war between the forces of Light and Dark would come into fruition.”
Ora nodded. “Okay, I know this part of the story. Fast forward to the information that could be useful.”
The room brightened and she found Kar-Aan gazing at her with an extremely serious face.
“You think this is a joke?” he asked.
She stood. “Look, I’ve had enough of history lessons. My family, my friends, they could die unless I defeat Nivera and guess what? I don’t have my freaking lightsaber…and the weapon I obtained at Ptdne didn’t work…and I-I…”
“You lost,” he said.
She made a noise of frustration. “Yes. I lost!” She fell to her knees, feeling deflated. “I let everyone down.”
“The ones you care about are okay.”
She looked at him, her eyes wide with hope. “Are you sure?”
“They are facing their own journies, their own destinies. How their journies will conclude, I don’t know. But you must let them go if you are to discover your own power.”
Ora shook her head. “No, no. I’m not going to let anything happen to my family, to my mother.”
The man’s lips set in a grim line. “You have much to learn young one. But first,” he sighed, “you need a lightsaber.”