I perfectly and clearly remember the day my world changed drastically. Looking back on all of it now, I can actually see the slow decay prior. I can see the slow decay that tore my family apart.

I was young then. Younger than my brother - my childhood hero and confidant. We were inseparable.

I admired my parents and loved their odd, yet supportive relationship. We had a large group of friends who all cared and protected one another. Everything seemed perfect.

I was ten when my world went to hell.

I was ten when a massacre took place before my eyes and left me alone. Left me, a slave to the shell of my childhood hero.

I had given up all ideas of hope. I gave into the darkness believing that that day was the end of all things good. I allowed them to turn me into someone my true, inner self could no longer recognize.

Then.

I felt it.

We all felt it.

A light re-entered the universe from somewhere far away. And a battle began within me. A battle that I had long forgotten how terrible it felt to be truly torn apart inside.

The Force woke up.

And, now I knew, I could no longer hide in the shadow of my brother.

The force told me to move. To get going. To find a better place.

But I am afraid.

And, to be a Skywalker, is to be afraid.