A Far Chronicle of the Jedi.

I am an unknown,

I was a Jedi,

The protege of one that walked among stars.

I have wander through the stars,

Among suns and planet,

Terras and aquas,

Places touched by the echoes of the Force.

Many souls have been devoured by the events that happened,

Many families have been separated by the factions that have battled,

Many factions have been divided by philosophical leaders.

The souls that raged,

Now sleep,

The families that were separated,

Have united,

The divided factions,

Have parted from their purpose.

I am an unknown,

As I have said,

I am a historian,

I seek what was lost,

I seek the paths of the Force,

The paths have led me to Scarif.

This was an empirical planet,

One of natural beauty and contentment,

A rare gem of paradise,

But do to the fools of the past,

Raging winds and torrentacle seas now envelope the world,

Its calm seas and sandy beaches,

Have been replaced with tropical hell.

And yet I have been drawn to Scarif,

To the edge of the horizon I must go,

Where the cause of hell began,

To a sandy beach,

One of many of the encircling beaches around the vast crater,

The crater was made by the first space super weapon,

The Death Star,

That is ancient history,

Back when the galaxy was still mostly unknown,

In a dark age,

When men still feared each other,

And not what laid beyond their scope of reckoning.

There in the sand,

A tiny pebble lay,

Though not a pebble at all,

A gemstone,

One of pure Kyber,

These stones were once plentiful in these region,

Now they were more rare than a rainstorm on Tatooine.

I wonder how this stone came here,

I wonder if it has something to do with the crater, 

But there is little time to wonder too much,

I will take the stone with me and apply it to my weapon,

As it is most definitely the reason that I am here at all,

As another storm is coming,

And this one looks to be more dangerous than the last.