A/N: Hey All, sorry for the longer than usual wait in between chapters.. I had work/wedding prep stuff in Feb and then in March of course all this crazy coronavirus stuff start to hit southern california and my work isn't shut down so i've been working a bunch and trying to keep up with everything, home life, work life, and life haha so sorry for the lag here. This was probably a harder chapter for me just because of all the dialogue and somewhat action scenes.. so bear with me.. but please give any feedback and CC so i can see where i can improve the story and plot! But thanks for sticking along so far, stay safe out there and be good!

Chapter 5

What a interestingly strange world I was in, I said to myself walking through the woods.

After questioning and using the force on the young man, I convinced him that his friends had died from bandits and he was lucky to escape and to run back to home telling tales and forgetting me. An easy thing to do, he knew nothing of the Force and had no defense against it and being so weak willed, it was an easy thing to do.

This was a strange, unique world that I was in and I was a bit excited, learning new cultures was always a favorite of mine, it helped with there being so many worlds and different species and cultures. This new one was going to be a highlight to say the least, different regions with factions each to their own. Different religions and location traits that separate each region from each other. It was thrilling yet scary all at the same time. Apparently I looked like a Valyrian, which was a culture from another continent east of this one, and not many people in this western continent had the traits of it, it was a rare look that had been almost wiped out on this Kingdom. I would have to be careful on interacting with people, who knew my Enchani heritage would be a potential threat in this world, apparently these Valryians were from an ancient past, and had a kingdom vast and superior to others, with mighty armies, and with creatures called dragons which helped maintain their dominance. But they faced a horrible natural disaster which wiped them all out but save a few. Hearing all the tales of the major conflicts, battles, politics gave me a headache.

No knowledge of the Republic, lightspeed travel, starships, the Jedi or the Force, this world seemed undiscovered and natural from any technology or major development the rest of the galaxy saw. This part of the world I was in was called The North, and apparently was a huge arctic climate that grew a hardy yet formidable people that followed an old religion that no one south believed in at all. They valued strength, honor, their family, their culture and their oaths. It was hard trying to remember so many family clan names and who was in complete control, but I at least managed to retain the names of the major ruling houses here around me and figure out where I could go for help. I was attempting to try to make it to head lord of the land, a man named Stark and I was going in the general direction that I was given where his castle was located, but these woods were blocking any favorable way of navigation. It seemed endless, these woods that if the tales were true, were filled with wolves.

After a week of walking in what I hoped was the right direction, the woods started to clear a bit and I was hoping for a road or settlement to aim me on my travel to this Lord Stark's holding. Nearing the wolfs edge, I saw below me in a slight clearing a small gathering of homes or huts, built around a road intersection and with some farm plots that outlined around the homes. It appeared to be around 10 small structures and some seemed broken down but I hoped there would be people living and could help me. I walked towards the settlement and after half way I noticed a group of people, maybe 20 or so and it seemed like a disagreement was occurring. A group of 5 armed men were amongst the people from the settlement and a lot of yelling and shoving was occurring.

I closed the distance and when I was around 10 feet away from the main group, one of the soldiers who was all dressed in armor, he backhanded an older man, till he fell down, then the armored man started to kick repeatedly the downed man while the rest of his men were laughing and mistreating the rest of the towns people.

I saw enough and couldn't take it anymore and before I knew what I was doing I was yelling as loud as I could, " Stop this madness in the name of the Jedi! " while I strutted forward and held one of the blades I took from the bandits earlier. Silence followed immediately with everyone looking at me trying to figure out who I was or what I meant. Finally the Solider in Armor doing the kicking stepped forward with his hand on his sword, "What's this? Who the fuck are you? You don't give order around here, were enforcing the Lord's Laws for no Tax payments, fuck off and turn away little man." He Spat out angrily at me, while the rest of his bunch stood behind him and all were looking at me dangerously. "More like a boy right gents? Look at his pretty hair and pale ass skin, must be a bedwarmer this one" said another man and the rest laughed loudly.

Putting their insult behind me "Lords's Law allows beating and fighting his subjects if they somehow are late on payments without any type of discussion or offer another solution? Is that the type of Lord you follow? And just what is this fancy ass Lord's name by chance my fellow? I spat back at him.

"This area belongs to Lord Whitehill and don't go badmouthing him you simple peasant bastard!" a solider yelled at me.

"No ser, this Forrester land! We all pay tribute to the Forresters, always have! They our lords! Always will! We still half a day walk from any Whitehill land ser! Please!" yelled a peasant woman as her young daughter clung to her leg sobbing quietly. Whitehill, that name keeps coming up in my travels so far.. how interesting..Must be a shit man.

"Quiet ya wench bitch!" The armored soldier yelled as he went to backhand her but before that I had moved forward before anyone could realize and grabbed hold of his wrist and with a precise twist, I snapped it and twisted his arm till he was screaming on his knees as I held his arm up behind him above his shoulder. I looked to his men and most seemed white eyed as I held his arm firm.

"Is this how a man treats an unarmed peasant and a woman as well? Hmm? This is the best way to handle matters is it? I am beginning to think more and more that you all are lying sacks of shit instead of noble tax collectors. I think we should call on this Lord Forrester for his word of what is and isn't, shouldn't we?" I asked but didn't expect a good response. I was sadly right.

"Fookin take him! you sad fuckin' lot! Split the bastard in half! " My captive screamed beneath me, and seeing a pause, I fully pulled his arm up with a jerk and heard his shoulder pop loudly and he had half-screamed sharply before passed out and fell flat. I let him drop and stood waiting for the other to react. I looked to the next biggest man holding his sword towards me shaking, trying to figure out what to do, I simply said " Just go home, I don't want to kill you all. Think about your family. Choose life."

Seconds flew by and no one said a thing, I felt I made an impact to save blood, but as I looked upon the next leader, I saw him breathing hard, hands shaking, and his head still but his eyes were everywhere, back and forth, an internal debate on what to do, and what seemed like hours later, but really a few seconds, I knew my answer. "Oh the Force" I muttered my breath. His shaking stopped, his eyes grey wide eyed then closed down and I knew... With a giant scream he came at me, swinging his sword with all his might as he tried to cut me down. Fuck..

Master Del Masona was an amazing Jedi Master with all his years of real world experiences and down to earth training. He taught me more beyond the standard Jedi School teachings and at first I was a bit hesitant, in so much as I was still an idealistic Jedi Padawan fresh from Coruscant and thought there was no other way to the galaxy other than the ideal Jedi way from what I knew. Oh how I was wrong. Not in the bad way, just that the world I thought was, was not at all. Within months the youthful glow I felt was throughout the galaxy was quickly replaced with a hard grim reality that was. My Master saw to undo certain teachings that he felt, had no place in the current galaxy and with the undertone of the Clone Wars to be, he gave me a hard lesson of making sure I knew how to properly be prepared and make sure I was not blinded by outdated ways. From the teachings of the Jedi he felt needed improvement, the everyday life of survival, politics, combat, just simple common sense, the Force in a larger sense, he honed down to what I needed to make it.

In simple, when needed I could uphold the highest ideals of the Jedi Order. Other times, I did what was needed to survive, and today was one of them.

The screaming man came at me and took a big sloppy swing that I ducked under and got behind him and managed to kick him hard in the back and watched him fall hard forward on his face slamming to a stop. I turned around facing his other men and took a half step back and jumped behind him and took my sword and thrust it down on my landing straight through his back with a heavy thud and I felt his stiffen up then lessen with a deathly groan went still.

I kept my eyes on his friends and waited, hoping but was disappointed again as all three of them, ran screaming at me with no real plan or arrangement and I dislodged my sword from their dead friend, swung it up into the face of the nearest man in the middle slicing him in the chin, while I ducked under another sword to my right, pivoted more to my right around this man's body, and kicked at that mans feet and he fell forward. I twirled around to the man still standing and while he tried to face me, I jumped over him and landing behind him I thrust into his back and he never got a chance to defend and just fell there in front of me.

Villagers all around me were silent and still, possible shocked at seeing what I was doing, I had no idea of what skills the men had around here but I wasn't going to take any chances. The man I kicked down was barely starting to roll over and stand up seeing what havoc I had done to his friends. Looking around all shocked, I came up behind him and crouched down and simply said to him, "do you yield or shall you go with your friends." With the tip of my sword digging into his back ever so slightly so I knew he knew what this was, all I heard in response with an ever so soft whisper "... I surrender ser..."

Standing up but keeping my sword to the man's back, I looked to the villagers,

" My good people, I need transport to your Lord Forrester's location, he needs to know what has happened and to see justice to this man here and that poor sod over there with the broken arm. Might I have your assistance?" I asked and after a minute of silence a man stepped forward.

"My good ser, of course we will help you, you defended us and seek justice for our trials, we shall help you with everything we have!" He spoke excitedly and more joined in and after I made sure my new prisoner was restrained, I reluctantly accepted an ale, cheese and bread from a woman and soon a horse and cart was assembled and with a man, his wife and daughter in front, I rode in the back of the cart with the two men alive from the soldiers and wondered what was in store ahead of me.