In the beginning, the galaxy was raw—a place of unbridled chaos where the Force roared like a wild storm. There were no Jedi, no Sith, no ancient tomes of wisdom to guide its wielders. It was a time when the stars themselves seemed closer, brighter, and untamed. In this era of beginnings, where the line between light and dark was as blurred as a shadow cast in twilight, there was Kael Arvann.
He was born in a village that the galaxy had long forgotten, on a planet scorched by twin suns and battered by relentless winds. Jakelia wasn't a place where dreams were made. It was where dreams were tested—hammered into something sharper, stronger, or broken entirely.
Kael was a dreamer. But not the kind who gazed up at the stars with empty wonder. No, he chased them. When others whispered tales of long-lost civilizations and the mysteries of the Force, Kael didn't just listen—he built, he tinkered, he sought. The Force whispered back to him in ways he didn't understand yet, in the shiver of leaves, the hum of machinery, the crackling energy that lingered in his fingertips.
And so, the boy became a wanderer.
It was in the ruins of an ancient temple that Kael's journey truly began. Beneath a shattered sky, he stood among crumbling pillars that hummed with forgotten power. Here, the Force wasn't just a presence—it was alive, feral, and infinite. The wind howled through the hollow corridors like a thousand voices crying out at once, and Kael could feel the weight of it pressing against his chest.
"This is it," he whispered, his breath stolen by the sheer magnitude of the moment.
But this discovery wasn't his alone. A figure emerged from the shadows—a wanderer like him, cloaked and calm, but with eyes that seemed to see straight into Kael's soul.
"You feel it too," the stranger said, their voice low and resonant. "The call."
It wasn't long before Kael learned the truth: this wanderer was one of many, scattered across the stars, bound by a shared purpose. The Force had drawn them together, guiding them to places like this, to moments like this. Together, they sought to shape the chaos, to bring meaning to the whispers and storms that coursed through their veins.
Kael wasn't just a dreamer anymore. He was a builder of something greater.
For years, Kael forged bonds with these wanderers—warriors, sages, and outcasts who would one day be remembered as the founders of something eternal. They shared stories around flickering fires, trained beneath alien skies, and touched the Force in ways that no one had dared before.
But the galaxy is never kind to those who try to shape it.
The fateful mission that would shatter Kael's world began on a distant moon, bathed in the cold light of a fractured sun. They were sent to retrieve an artifact—an ancient relic said to hold the secrets of balance itself. It was supposed to be a beacon of hope, a light in the darkness.
Instead, it became Kael's curse.
To touch the artifact was to touch the edge of infinity. Kael didn't just feel the Force—he became it. It surged through him like wildfire, burning away everything he knew and loved. The artifact's power saved him from death that day, but it took everything else.
His friends. His time. His place in the galaxy.
Centuries passed like the turning of a page. Kael watched empires rise and fall, stars burn out, and the Force itself bend to the wills of countless generations. He wandered the galaxy as a silent sentinel, never aging, never dying. He taught, he fought, and he grieved.
The galaxy moved on, but Kael did not.
And so, the Eternal Guardian became a myth. Stories whispered of a man who walked among the stars, his eyes heavy with the weight of countless lifetimes. They called him a savior, a warrior, a monster—but Kael was none of these things.
He was simply a man who had lost everything to the Force and yet could never escape it.
Some nights, when the galaxy was quiet, Kael would stand on the edge of some forgotten world and stare at the stars. He'd imagine what it was like to be mortal again, to feel the ache of a long day or the thrill of a fleeting moment. But those thoughts never lingered for long.
Because the galaxy was still broken. And Kael Arvann was still its guardian.