Through transparisteel

Wow.

I didn’t know we had quite so many secrets in our family. In light of recent events (*cough*beating*cough*people*cough*up*cough* – Shut up, Will!), Grandma decided to talk to me.

And, uh… tell me the truth about who and what we are.

So yeah, I’m writing this down because I want to be able to remember and tell my own children one day. Not that I’ll have any, unless they allow clones again because yeuch! where am I going to find someone I like enough to have kids with?

But I digress. You have the attention span of a sandkreet. Shut up, Will and get out of my diary. Sheesh, talk about PMS. I don’t have those. You so do. Shut UP!

Erm… where was I?

My family.

My great-grandfather was a bad man named Crevein Midanyl, who apparently did much evil and ended up killing Grandma Ellia’s mother. He then killed himself and left much of his stuff to my grandma. She didn’t say anything more but I sensed there was something.

So my grandmother’s name is Ellia Midanyl and she was married to Kieran Ardellian. With him, she had two children, Jacen and Drea.
When Drea was three, she was found to be Force-sensitive and was taken by the Jedi in Coruscant, with the firm promise that she’d be returned to her family when she was old enough and had found a master of Corellian descent who was willing to train her.

Drea returned to Corellia when she was 17 and started training with a Jedi master whose name my grandmother didn’t remember (or didn’t want to tell me).
Things went well for a time.

Then the Clone Wars happened.

My aunt (it’s weird to think I have another aunt than vacuum-for-brains Aunt Luvi) was called back to Coruscant to join the Grand Army of the Republic and fight alongside such legends as Mace Windu, Master Yoda, etc. (I’ve never heard of any of them… except as being traitors to the Empire).
There were many battles and Grandma says many Jedi were killed but not Drea. After that, something went wrong and the then-Senator Palpatine took power, claiming that the Jedi were crazy and trying to take power.

All Jedi were purged, even the youngest ones (younger than me!!) in an effort to stamp out the Jedi.

Drea dissapeared shortly before the Jedi Purge, in something my grandmother refused to explain. When I asked her questions, she shushed me and told me she would tell me when it was time.

So it stands to reason that I’m Force-sensitive too and as such, Grandma thinks that I should not being using those powers because they have brought only darkness and death to the family since the Empire came to power.

She says that there is hope for the Jedi because of a guy called Luke Skywalker. I kinda remember hearing about him when I was 11 or 12 because he was rumoured to be the one who contributed to the destruction of the Death Stars and the death of millions of troops.
And to conclude all this, she said that as soon as the war was over, she would personally petition for me to be tested by this new Jedi guy so that I could be trained.

Apparently, both Dad and Uncle Pter knew about this.

I’m so bored I’d love to eat my own leg.

Okay, this time, I had a real reason for being grounded.

After all, I did get into a fight with Vereg. Funny thing is, I’m not afraid of him anymore. I’m pretty sure I could eat two of him for breakfast.

It happened really fast too and I don’t remember much about it.

During PE, Kyle, Will and I were trying to play and Vereg came along. He said something, I can’t remember what now. All I know is that I felt as if a light had come on in my head and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground, beating the living crap out of him.

Suspension was not pronouced because Grandma spoke to the principal…

But boy… she gave me a talking to.

My parents are freaked out.
My grandmother is freaked out.
Uncle Pter is freaked out.

…
William is freaked out.

What have I done?

It’s alright for some people to go and do things but I can’t do anything without my entire family falling upon me like the plague. Am I supposed to sit out the rest of my life because it’s not safe?

So it was probably wrong of me to go and twist Maka’s mind to make her take her clothes off during assembly but how the hell did the parental units find out about it?

Grandma gave me so much grief over this it’s not funny.

But what was the need for grounding me for a month? It’s not like I’m not going to go to school or anything.

It’s been over a month since the Death Star was destroyed and we’d been without news. The Fleet reports are unreliable at best. No one knows anything for sure, although the Emperor and Darth Vader’s deaths are certain. He managed to call the garrison. They’re unable to return for some time, as his ship is extremely damaged but essentially, he is alive. Will is really relieved. I wouldn’t exactly say happy because I don’t think he is that happy.

Rumours have it that he’ll be docked in Corellia for well over a standard month getting his ship repaired, so there might be some time where Will is unavailable. I don’t know about all that though, because Dad doesn’t want me to have too much information.

Will has gone to see his father and he is distinctly unhappy. Can you imagine seeing your father almost die on the Galactic News? No, I can’t either.