AN: My first fanfiction, so basically just making stuff up as I go.
Summary: Revan and Bastila, two of the greatest Jedi to have ever lived, this is their son's story…
PrologueThe council has taken him…
They had contacted Revan, telling him to meet them at Telos. They told him that they might be able to help him with his memories. It was getting worse, his memories were coming back, slowly but surely. He feared that Darth Revan might come back… He needed some way to get back all of his memories, to unlock all the secrets of who he was, who he is without falling back to the Darkside. He needed the strength and wisdom of the Council. That is why he did not hesitate to go…
Just like they knew he would do.
That's when the Council's real intentions went into motion…
"No!"
"Please...please don't take him!" She sobbed, dropping onto her knees in defeat.
"I am sorry, but the orders of the Council are clear." The young Jedi said, looking away, unable to look the baby's mother in the eyes."
"I am to take him to the council, and he is never to know of you, nor of his father."
"No...please..." She said, sounding so desperate, it scared him.
"Please Dustil, you don't have to take him away, please..." she begged. It was all she could do. Dustil had done something to her, to temporarily cripple her force powers. She could only feel a slight sliver of the force now, but not strong enough to fight Dustil with.
He had never seen her like this, and it broke his heart that he was the one to do it, the one to take her child away from her, to separate the child from his family, to do what war had once done to him…
For a split second, he wanted to leave empty-handed, to disobey the wishes of the Jedi council. To leave them in peace…
But there was no other way.
"I am sorry, but I must..." He said, with a tone of regret and sadness as he turned around and carried the little unsuspecting two year old away. Leaving the broken hearted mother weeping silently on the floor…
"Oliver Kyros Orion Shan shall and will never be allowed to know of his parents, the Prodigal Knight Revan, and the Jedi Knight Bastila..." Dustil sighed, as he walked away, carrying the tiny, already asleep bundle securely in his arms, and headed back to the ship, prepared to return to the secret Jedi enclave…to a place where not even Revan would be able to find them…
Dustil sighed, replaying the events of tonight over again in his head as he looked at the young baby sleeping contently in the little cot next to him. He knew that Bastila had taken the Ebon Hawk and was on her way to Telos to inform Revan of what had happened tonight. But of course before Revan could actually do anything, the Jedi masters and the baby himself would be back at the Jedi enclave. Bastila and Revan would not be able to get their son back, no matter how hard they tried…
He sighed again. He felt terrible, and hoped deep down inside that Bastila and Revan would forgive him. Even though they had taken the boy, the fact that they were able to help Revan was no lie. At that very moment, the council was helping Revan restore his memories, helping him keep from falling to the lure of the Darkside. He wondered if it was enough to keep them from hating the council, to maybe help keep their trust, even a little. He did not know… but he promised himself one thing…He would make sure that the young boy would know his true name. The name given to him by his parents… Oliver Kyros Orion Shan. He whispered to himself, and drifted off to sleep, listening to the soothing hum of the ship's engine…
So…What did ya think? R&R please :)