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[darthkhael]

Wild Heart, Hidden Light

Chapter Three. Into the Shadows.

The Jedi Temple was a bastion of hope, but Taryn Kael had already seen too much of the galaxy’s darkness. Her Master often led her on missions across various planets, and each adventure was a lesson in survival, combat, and the complexities of the Force. Together with his former Padawan, they confronted pirates, mercenaries, and even dark force users. Taryn thrived on the thrill of battle, her instincts driving her to become a fierce warrior.

One mission brought them to the desolate planet of Korriban, where whispers of a pirate stronghold reached their ears. Reports of innocents being captured and exploited ignited a flame of justice within Taryn. The trio stealthily approached the fortress, their senses heightened, ready to strike.

As they infiltrated the stronghold, Taryn felt a strange chill in the air. It was an omen, one she couldn’t ignore. The darkness wrapped around the fortress like a shroud, whispering of danger ahead. They fought through guards and traps, Taryn leading the charge with a ferocity that left her Master and his former Padawan in awe.

But when they reached the innermost chamber, they were met not with pirates, but with a dark Force user cloaked in shadows. Taryn recognised him instantly—a figure she had encountered in her nightmares, a Sith Lord rumoured to have devoured the souls of innocents.

Her Master stepped forward, light sabre ignited, but before he could speak, the Sith struck, they battle ferociously, but the dark shadow got the upper hand and his light sabre pierces through Master Corvus Chest. Rhea, already injured, fell right after. Taryn watched in horror as her both Masters fell, lifeless, to the ground. Rage flooded her veins, drowning out the pain. She felt the beast within her roar to life, wild and untamed.

“No!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. The world around her dimmed as her focus narrowed, and she unleashed her fury, drawing on the dark side of the Force. Her light sabres flared to life, the purple blades illuminating the chamber as she charged at the Sith.

The battle that followed was primal. Taryn fought like an animal cornered, every strike fuelled by her grief and anger. She moved with a speed and strength that stunned even the Sith. With a final, ferocious swing, she cleaved through him, the darkness dissipating like smoke. 

But victory felt hollow. As she knelt beside her Master’s bodies, sorrow washed over her. She had embraced her wild side to avenge them, but the cost was steep. The darkness had tempted her, and she could feel its lingering presence within her.

When Taryn emerged from the fortress, bloodied and broken, she was met by the sight of her friends—the clones who had fought by her side. But something was wrong; their eyes were vacant, their expressions cold. Without warning, they turned their blasters on her.

“Execute Order 66,” a voice commanded, devoid of emotion.

Taryn’s heart raced as she realised the betrayal. “No! We’re friends!” she shouted, but her words fell on deaf ears. Instinct took over as she fought back, light sabres whirling as she deflected bolts and struck down her former comrades. It was a brutal battle, and every kill left a scar deeper than the last.

As the chaos engulfed her, Taryn felt her heart shatter. She was forced to slay the very brothers she had fought alongside, the pain of betrayal cutting deeper than any light sabre. With every fallen clone, she felt a piece of her soul die, the weight of her actions pressing down on her like a boulder.

In the midst of the turmoil, Taryn managed to escape into the wilds, the familiar terrain offering a bitter comfort. She was once again alone, the cries of the battle echoing in her mind, haunted by memories of her fallen comrades and her lost Master. Days turned into weeks as she roamed the forests, her heart heavy with grief and rage.

Yet, fate had other plans. One evening, while Taryn was tracking a group of wild boars, a band of Mandalorian warriors found her. They had seen her prowess and strength, and though wary of her wild nature, they recognised her potential.

“Join us,” one of them offered, his voice deep and commanding. “We could use someone like you. You fight like a beast, and we honour strength.”

Taryn hesitated, the memories of the Jedi Temple fresh in her mind. But the solitude was suffocating, and the thought of finding a new purpose began to kindle a spark of hope. “What would I have to do?” she asked, her voice cautious.

“Learn our ways,” the Mandalorian replied. “Fight with us. We fight for our own, and we don’t abandon family. This is the Way!”

The offer resonated with Taryn. She had lost so much, but perhaps she could find a new home among these warriors. With a deep breath, she nodded, feeling the wildness within her shift into something focused and fierce. 

And so began her journey with the Mandalorian's. They trained her in their combat styles, teaching her the art of blaster usage and honing her physical prowess. Taryn adapted quickly, her instincts making her a formidable asset. She embraced their traditions, forging a new identity that blended her wildness with their disciplined fighting style.

With each mission alongside her new comrades, Taryn began to heal. She learned the importance of camaraderie, of fighting not just for oneself but for others. The scars of her past were still there, but they no longer defined her.

As she continued to grow, Taryn found herself reflecting on her journey. She still felt the pull of the dark side, but now she understood it as a part of her—not a master to serve, but a challenge to overcome. And deep within her heart, she held the memory of her fallen Master and the promise she had made to protect those she loved.

With the Mandalorian's by her side, Taryn Kael was no longer just a wild beast; she was a warrior ready to forge her own destiny. The galaxy was vast and treacherous, but she would navigate it with strength, fury, and a newfound sense of purpose. And perhaps, one day, she would return to the light.

...Or she just disappears into the wilds...;))

[darthkhael]

Wild Hearts, Hidden Lights

Shadows of the Past

The Jedi Temple loomed before Taryn like a beacon of light amidst the encroaching darkness. Its towering spires reached toward the sky, a testament to the resilience of those who had dedicated their lives to the protection of the galaxy. As she crossed the threshold, a mix of awe and trepidation washed over her. This was a place of knowledge, of power, and she was determined to find her place within it.

Chapter Two. The Training.

The Jedi Temple was a world unto itself, a place of serene order and discipline, yet Taryn felt like a wild animal trapped within its walls. The whispers of the Council echoed in her mind, doubts, and fears swirling around her like a storm. They saw her strength as a threat, a danger that could not be controlled. Yet, in the heart of her wildness lay a fierce loyalty and an unyielding spirit. Despite the tension surrounding her presence, Taryn poured herself into her training. 

Each day was a battle—not only against her opponents but against her own instincts. The teachings of her Jedi Master and his former Padawan became her lifeline, grounding her amid the chaos. Taryn’s memories of her mother were fleeting, like wisps of smoke—she could almost picture her, but it was as if a veil obscured her face. She remembered warmth, laughter, and the feeling of safety, yet those memories were painfully distant. She had lost her mother to the darkness, and the fear of losing anyone else gnawed at her heart. 

One afternoon, as she trained in the Temple’s expansive training room, Taryn faced a new opponent: a fellow Padawan named Jarek. He was agile and skilled, but Taryn’s raw power was undeniable. She tapped into her animalistic instincts, channelling her anger and frustration into her movements. Each strike was precise, yet wild, a dance between control and chaos. “Focus, Taryn!” her Master called out from the sidelines, his voice steady. With each clash of light sabres, Taryn felt the thrill of the fight surging through her veins. But the thrill was quickly overshadowed by the Council’s scrutiny, their judgement weighing heavily on her shoulders. She could sense their disapproval, their whispered concerns echoing in her mind. “Too dangerous. Too wild.” Finally, with a burst of energy, she executed a spin and knocked Jarek’s light sabre from his hand, sending it skittering across the floor. He fell to his knees, panting, and Taryn stood over him, chest heaving with adrenaline. She felt a rush of triumph, but it was quickly tempered by the disapproving looks from the Jedi Council. “That was reckless,” one of the Council members chastised, his tone sharp. “You fight like a beast, Taryn. We do not need more violence in the galaxy.” Taryn felt a flare of anger at their words, but she bit back the instinct to lash out. Instead, she took a deep breath, remembering her Master’s teachings about control. She glanced at Trilla, who stood nearby, her eyes filled with concern and encouragement. “Let’s take a break,” Trilla suggested, sensing Taryn’s turmoil. 

As they stepped outside into the gardens, the cool breeze enveloped them, offering a momentary reprieve from the tension inside the Temple. Taryn sighed, running her fingers through her wild hair. “They’ll never accept me, will they?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Trilla looked at her thoughtfully. “You’re different, Taryn. But that doesn’t mean you don’t belong here. You just need to show them that your wildness can be a strength.” Taryn considered her words, torn between her instinct to embrace her true nature and the desire to fit in. “I’m just a dangerous beast to them,” she muttered, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “What if they’re right?” “They’re not,” Trilla replied firmly. “You’re powerful, yes, but you’re also capable of so much more. You can learn to harness that power for good.” Taryn met Trilla’s gaze, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of understanding in her friend’s eyes. Trilla was the calm to her storm, the anchor she desperately needed. “I just… I don’t want to lose anyone again. I can’t go through that pain.” Trilla stepped closer, her presence steady and reassuring. “You won’t. I promise. You have me, and I’ll be there for you, no matter what.” The sincerity in Trilla’s voice melted Taryn’s defences, and she felt a warmth spreading through her. It was a connection unlike anything she had ever known, a bond that went beyond words. At that moment, she realised she didn’t have to be alone anymore. 

As they walked back to the training room, Taryn’s resolve strengthened. She would prove herself to the Council, not just for her own sake but for Trilla’s as well. She would show them that her wildness was not a curse but a gift. Meanwhile, within the Council chamber, discussions about Taryn’s future continued. Her Master and his former Padawan were in heated debate with the Council members. “She’s a raw talent,” her Master argued passionately. “With the right guidance, she can be one of the most powerful Jedi we’ve ever seen.” “But her nature is unpredictable,” another Council member countered. “We cannot risk her becoming a danger to others.” “She has already faced so much darkness,” the former Padawan chimed in. “We must give her a chance. Allow us to train her and help her control her abilities. I believe she can do great things.

” Their pleas echoed in Taryn’s mind as she trained, pushing herself to her limits. She embraced the duality of her nature, weaving the teachings of her predatory instincts and physical abilities with her Jedi training. Every moment was a testament to her growth, her wild spirit becoming a force for good. As days turned into weeks, Taryn’s resolve solidified. She began to find her voice, learning to articulate her thoughts and emotions. With each passing day, she grew closer to Trilla, their bond deepening into something profound. One evening, as they sat together beneath the stars, Taryn turned to Trilla, a playful smirk on her lips. “So, what’s a wild beast like me supposed to do with a calm Jedi like you?” Trilla laughed softly, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “Maybe you should teach me how to unleash my wild side.” “Now that sounds fun,” Taryn replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. But beneath the teasing banter lay a deeper connection, one that neither of them fully understood yet. As they shared stories and dreams, Taryn felt a flicker of hope for the future. She was no longer just the girl from the wilds; she was Taryn Kael, a Jedi in training, ready to embrace her destiny—and maybe even find love along the way. Yet, the shadows of the past loomed ever closer, and Taryn would soon discover that the true test of her strength lay just beyond the horizon.

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The Council is at it again. Surprise. 

And yes, Taryn basically has two Masters. She is just a handful. 

[darthkhael]

Wild Hearts, Hidden Light

Chapter One. The wild Planet.

The sun dipped low on the horizon of a distant and wild planet, casting long shadows over the dense forests that covered the landscape. Birds took flight, their silhouettes dark against the glowing sky, while the sounds of rustling leaves whispered through the trees. In the heart of this untamed wilderness, a young girl with wild, ebony hair moved with a grace that belied her strength. Taryn Kael was a force of nature, embodying the wild spirit of the forest she called home.

At just eleven years old, Taryn was already a fierce survivor. Her sharp canines gleamed in the fading light as she crouched low, observing a herd of boars foraging nearby. With a predator's instinct honed by years of living among the creatures of the wild, she assessed her surroundings, calculating her next move. The death of her parents haunted her, but the forest had embraced her, teaching her the art of survival.

Taryn had learned to navigate the complexities of the woods, to hunt, and to fight. Her muscles were taut and defined, the result of countless hours spent climbing trees and wrestling with the beasts that roamed the forest. Today, she was determined to catch dinner. With a swift movement, she launched herself from her hiding place, a blur of motion as she tackled a young boar. The struggle was brief, and with a quick, practised motion, she dispatched her quarry.

As she gathered her prize, a sense of satisfaction washed over her. She had succeeded once more in a world that had shown her nothing but brutality. But the thrill of the hunt was short-lived. An unsettling feeling crept over her—a sensation she had learned to heed over the years. The forest was quiet now, the usual sounds of wildlife fading into an eerie silence.

Suddenly, the underbrush snapped nearby. Taryn spun around, her instincts on high alert. Her heart raced as she caught sight of two figures emerging from the shadows—a man and a woman, both clad in the flowing robes of the Jedi. They moved with an elegance that contrasted sharply with the wildness of her surroundings.

“Easy, young one,” the man said, his voice calm but authoritative. “We mean you no harm. I'm Corvus and this is my former Padawan Rhea”.

Taryn narrowed her eyes, distrustful. She had heard tales of Jedi, their power and wisdom, but she had never encountered one before. She stood tall, her youthful bravado shining through. 

The woman stepped forward, her presence soothing. “We’re here to help you, Taryn. Your strength is extraordinary. You have the potential to become a Jedi.”

Taryn's brow furrowed in confusion. Her parents were gone; her life was her own. Why would she want to be part of their world? She let out a low growl, a primal response born from her instincts. 

“You’ve survived alone, but you don’t have to anymore,” the man continued, sensing her hesitation. “You can learn to control your power and use it to protect others.”

The mention of her parents stirred something deep within her. Pain twisted in her chest, but it was quickly replaced by anger. She pointed to her throat, shaking her head. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t voice her thoughts. 

The woman stepped closer, her eyes filled with understanding. “We know you have a lot to process. But we can teach you how to embrace your gifts. You could learn to speak and read, to harness your wild nature.”

Taryn felt a flicker of hope. The wildness inside her had always fought against the notion of needing help, but something about these Jedi resonated. Perhaps they could teach her to channel the instincts she had learned from the beasts of the forest.

With a reluctant nod, she agreed.

As they began the journey back to the Jedi Temple, the Jedi took it upon themselves to teach Taryn the ways of the Force, as well as the fundamental skills of communication. On the long journey, Taryn struggled to articulate her thoughts. Words felt foreign and elusive, but her fierce determination propelled her forward. 

During the quiet evenings around the campfire, they introduced her to Basic. Taryn’s brow furrowed in concentration as she traced letters in the dirt, her fingers moving clumsily at first. The Jedi were patient, guiding her through the basics, and Taryn absorbed their teachings with an uncanny aptitude. 

“See?” the woman encouraged one evening as Taryn successfully formed her name in Basic. “You’re getting it! You have a natural talent.”

Taryn glanced at her with wide eyes, a flicker of pride igniting within her. She felt a rush of emotions—hope, excitement, determination. Perhaps she could become more than a survivor. 

As they neared the Jedi Temple, Taryn’s anticipation grew. She could feel the presence of the surrounding Force, swirling like the wind through the trees. She yearned to step into that new world, to prove herself not just as a survivor but as a warrior. 

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So that was the first chapter. Since I have already completed the second and third chapters, I will post them as soon as possible. Took my a long time to write down my Ideas. Hope you like my fan fiction.

[darthkhael]

So I started this Blog.

I wanted to write my own Fan fictions to kinda boost my writing skills and maybe even write my own Book in the future. It is especially important for me to explore my style and move forward.

I will post my stories here and later on Ao3. (When I have my own Acc;)

Please feel free to comment your opinion.