You know that there is only one choice you can make. You need everything that you can take advantage of. "I accept." It was with those words that your path diverges. The aging warrior priest wears a smile on his face, and oddly enough you find yourself sharing that same smile. You were melancholic for so long. It was about time you take back the life that was stolen from you. "Well, what is your name my student?" "Raziel." You answer him. "I was--" You stop yourself. "I am the eternal champion." *** "The force has no such thing as a limit. It penetrates us, and connects us. Our thoughts, our emotions, our dreams, and our desires. They are part of it, or rather it is to say the force is part of them." Ben waves his hand, and the boulders in front of him lift up from the ground. Your eyes widen. You could do that as a vampire but to see a human do so was surprising. You are reminded of the grey fees. What you could remember from your life as the white wolf taught you much about them. Sorcerers could harness them, and forcibly impose their desires upon reality. They could take their dreams, and give them substance. "You can be stronger, faster, and tougher than you can possibly imagine. You can understand the thoughts, and feelings of others. You can even manipulate them. You can command the matter around you, and destroy it." He crushes the boulders, and they are reduced to gravel. "However, the most elegant ability the force can afford you is prescience. You can interpret the future, and you will react according to it. That is the most difficult ability to master but the easiest to learn. I think you already know what I speak of." You suddenly remember all of the glimpses of your other lives you have been seeing for a while now. Perhaps that was part of it. You wonder for a moment if the force was an extension of the grey fees. "Yes, I have been having visions..." You answer your teacher. "Of lives I have lived before, and deaths I have been subject to. Things that have happened, and that will happen. On other worlds where I have been both a hero, and a villain. Sometimes both, and sometimes neither. Most of all, I remember a question that has haunted us." You struggle to say it. "When does it end?" He nods his head. "If what you told me was true I would expect no less." Ben looks at you with sympathy, and takes a seat on a nearby rock. The only one he left standing. "What else have you tried to do?" "Nothing." You answer truthfully. Your abilities were unpredictable, and random. Your only chance of controlling them would be to find tanelorn. If you were to try without finding it? "I have no idea what would happen." "I wonder..." The aging wizard is lost in thought. "If all chosen ones are like you, or maybe a part of you. You say you are this champion?" "An aspect of him. As far as I can understand." "It is strange to hear such stories." The once Jedi shakes his head. "That there are more that just other galaxies beyond the outer rim. That there may be other universes as well?" His frown becomes a smile. "It is exciting in a way, and humbling." You didn't think of it that way, and your teacher was right. No matter how strong, or fast? No matter how smart, or wise? You could never reach a limit. There would be someone stronger, and faster. There would be someone smarter, and wiser. "It is in understanding that the mastery of something is not the peak of a mountain but instead a bottomless ocean. Its depths horrifying, and unseen." You say those words without realizing it. Perhaps it was something you said in another life. That you hold onto for some reason. You did not know enough about yourself to know. "That is surprisingly astute." Ben laughs. "I wonder who is the teacher, and which of us is the student?" He points toward the gravel. "So, let's start with something simple. I want you to focus on those boulders I destroyed, and piece them back together." You get up, and move to grab one piece of gravel-- "Not with your hands." Your teacher scolds you. "You must use the force." You grit your teeth, and bite back a retort. "Very well." You focus on one piece of gravel. It doesn't budge. You grit your teeth. Nothing. A vein threatens to explode as you grind your teeth together, and you make a grabbing motion with your hands. "Why, won't, you, move." This was easier when you were a vampire. Ben looks at you in amusement. "You're not having trouble, are you?" You suddenly get the feeling that by the time you finished learning everything he has to teach you Ben would be next on your list of people to eviscerate, and eclipsed only by Kain who firmly has the number one spot on it. "Is there something you are not telling me?" "Why Raziel, you think I would keep something from you?" "Yes, brother. He is just an old man." Alnaar interjects. "Don't be so harsh on him." "Now listen to that right hand of yours. He seems an erudite. If you can't trust your sword who can you trust?" Oh, so they were teaming up against you. How wonderful. "I would see the both of you drawn, and quartered." You grumble as you continue to try, and fail to lift the gravel. Your hands drop to your sides. You can't do it. "It's impossible!" ''Is it?" That is when Ben gets back, and with a wave of his hand the gravel swirls together before taking shape becoming boulders once more. It was as if they were never pulverized to begin with. "I don't seem to have any trouble doing it. What exactly is holding you back?" You clench your hands, and take a deep breath. "It is fear." *** "So, you did not succeed. That is nothing to be surprised about." Your teacher brings you near another dwelling. A farm this time. "You did acknowledge what was holding you back. Which is a step in the right direction." "Why are we here?" "This time I want you to answer a question for me. How many people are living in that farm, and what are they thinking about right now?" You close your eyes, and focus. Two. No, three people. A man, a woman, and a child. A child who-- "I have to leave." You realize with a sudden clarity who that was. "What is wrong, Raziel?" The former Jedi gives you a strange look. He could probably feel your fear from across the galaxy. "Do not ask me any questions I have to get as far away from here as possible!" That child. It was you. You turn around, and make your away back into the desert. Your teacher following you. ***"What happened, Raziel?" He looks concerned. This man you now call your teacher has the nerve to ask. "The soul is a strange thing, and mine is even stranger." It could not be contained in one body. No, it never could be. "It permeates itself across every world, and is born anew on each one." "That boy is someone I used to be, or someone I might become." The eternal champion. On every plane, and in every realm. A constant. That would never be undone. "How can you be so sure?" "You think I can't recognize my own soul?" Your teacher goes silent at that. "I can't go anywhere near that child. If I do your reality might unravel. I will continue the training but that farm is one place I can never return to." In front of the campfire you look into the flames. "Luke Skywalker." You try the name. It was a fine one. "Is he happy?" Obiwan Kenobi does not answer you for a long time. "I like to think so." *** "Before we continue your training we must see what oath suits you best." The former general takes out a holocron from within his robes. "Then I expect you to learn everything you can about it." "A Jedi believes in this, and strictly adheres to it. It is what I believe in. However, it is admittedly draconian leaving no room for any deviation. The path to enlightenment requires sacrifice." There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force. "The Sith believe the exact opposite, and see the force as a weapon. A way to free themselves, and indulge in their desires." Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me. "However, there was a time before Jedi and Sith. When the Jedi called themselves Je'daii. Their code is forgotten more often than not. Sometimes I wonder if the Jedi Order should have considered teaching it." There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. There is no fear; there is power. I am the heart of the Force. I am the revealing fire of light. I am the mystery of darkness In balance with chaos and harmony, Immortal in the Force.  You follow your teacher's footsteps, and become a Jedi.  You become enthralled with the promise of freedom, and passion. You become a Sith, and seek your revenge against Kain.  You remember who you are, and recognize that the only choice you can make is to accept both ideologies. You live in the balance between them, and that is what you represent. You learn of the Je'daii.