Friday, March 27, 2009

Book 1: Dawn of the Jedi: Excerpt #2

Hey! Here is the second excerpt. Honestly, it's not as good as the first, but it gives a little background information so I figured it would be good to put out there. Thanks for reading!

Kovi opened the door to his comfortable apartment. It had been a long walk. He had just left the Temple from one of his students' induction ceremonies. As head of the Jedi Council on Coruscant, it was Kovi's duty to lead induction ceremonies for new council members. Draen, the young knight that had been member-shipped, had wanted Kovi to lead the ceremony anyway. The two had been good friends for almost 15,000 years.
Kovi was well-built and muscular at two meters tall. He commanded a dominating presence that shrunk anyone who dared to oppose him. His snow-white hair contrasted well with his dark skin, but what really made people uncomfortable were Kovi's eyes. They were a bright piercing blue. Looking into them could send you into an alternate reality or even stasis, some said, if you looked too long.
Despite all of Kovi's intimidating features, he never took advantage of them. He was a gentle giant that cared for and loved everyone he came in contact with. He loved people and offered words of advice to anyone that asked. He would take advice willingly and interestedly as well. the senators that comprised the Galactic Republic offered their greatest respect. A 15,000-year-old individual seemed to demand that kind of respect anyway.
Kovi loved his home in the senate district of the Galactic Capital of Coruscant. He resided mainly in the Jedi Temple, but maintained a small, comfortable home in the neighborhoods surrounding it as well, for sentimental and family reasons. He also held office in the Senate Rotunda. As part of the Senate itself for so many millennia, people respected his understanding of the inner-workings of a galaxy-wide democracy. He had even held the office of Chancellor for several thousand years. Now, he devoted all his time to the growth of the Jedi, and to the Force. He loved it there. He loved the people he worked and lived with. This really was his calling. His home. His life.
And now he had left. He had finished the induction ceremony for his long-time student, congratulated him, and immediately left the council chambers. No one stopped him. The doors to Kovi's quarters snapped open fifty meters before he stepped through. His walk was confident as he approached the open doorway.
No one knew where Kovi was headed, except that he was leaving the Order. Confusion had settled over the huge, architecturally magnificent building that day as the members of the Jedi Order heard. Kovi couldn't let anyone know where he was headed. He had another life to live. A mission. A place to start over. He had to do this for himself, and for his family.
Kovi walked through the heavy kargona doors and headed straight upstairs for the equipment closet in his bedroom. Grandmaster Aranaeus' quarters were rather conservative. Although very large, his rooms held a touch of simplicity and a taste of audacity, a perfect match for his personality. He was happy about that. He designed it.
Right then, however, Kovi wasn't thinking about the calming space, soft colors, and curving edges of the rooms he had occupied for 14,000 years. All he could think about was getting out.
Kovi took the stairs one at a time with a sure step. Before he turned the corner at the top of the stairs, he paused at the full-length, full-wall window.
Looking out over the layout of the upper courtyards of the Temple and beyond through the skylanes and many skyscrapers poking out of the lush forests of Coruscant, Kovi couldn't help but reminisce. So many memories came rushing back to him as he watched the younger children being ushered back to their quarters for dinner by Meeka, his mother.
Meeka was so calm, so loving. She was one of the greatest women in the galaxy, with quoted wisdom spread throughout. Many people looked up to her and wondered why she wasn't more involved with public affairs. She only responded that she loved the children and would fulfill her calling. So she continued to be their caretaker; their 'mother'.
Kovi would miss his regal, powerfully wise mother. He knew he would, but he couldn't stay. He had a job to do; a life to start.
Kovi jerked his head away from the window and resumed his rhythmic step through the ornate doors into his bedroom. As he chastised himself for losing focus, he felt a solitary tear forge a path down his left cheek.
The large, comfortable bed held no temptation for Kovi as he determinedly walked towards the equipment room's double doors. The kargona slid open smoothly as he gave a swift wave of his right hand.
Kargona metal was a resilient and sure-faced material. Kovi used it in everything he had ever designed, and would hope for nothing less from the rest. It provided for tough security, a light-weight economy, and a good dark color for a comfy, mind-altering clarity. Kargona was a native element to the planet Kiven, the birthplace of the Force. It was here that Kovi and six others found the Force and began the legacy now known as the 'peacemakers' or the 'guardians'. The word 'jedi' itself translated into 'guardian of peace' in the twi'lek's native tongue.
Any substance, organic or non-, being native to a force-infused planet provides for special attributes. Not only does the said substance maintain invisibility within the Force, but resistance against it. Kovi only used this material in its pure form when protecting something invaluable to him and the Jedi High Council. Kargona can also be programmed to react only to certain types of Force fluctuations. Like a combination wall-pad or a repulsor-locked speeder which both require a specific set of numbers to activate. These specific Kargona doors responded only to Kovi and his wife Alea. Through these, lied Kovi's goal.
He didn't slow his step as he opened the doors and proceeded to walk through. Directly in front of him, about five meters' distance from him sat two waist-high transparisteel cargo containers. One contained all Kovi's clothing, casual or formal, including any armour. The other container held any and all ranged weaponry he owned. The rest of the room had been emptied into the boxes save for a small black backpack leaning against the wall to the left of the doors. It contained all financial needs, small trinkets, and medical supplies he would be needing for his departure. The one thing he didn't have, was his lightsaber.
A regal weapon, and the lifeline of a Jedi Knight, Kovi's lightsaber was no exception. It sang of ancient power and millennia worth of knowledge and learning. The solid hilt proudly told of pre-history and rang with an understanding of the deepest waves and bindings of the Force itself. Besides the beautiful, artifact-worthy hilt, Kovi's lightsaber contained even more. The blade was of a pure blue-white energy when activated and hummed with quiet authority. It's light demanded respect, yet, somehow, offered mercy. One would feel powerless in its presence. Sadly, Kovi had left his lightsaber in the council chambers after the ceremony, as was tradition. He wouldn't bother to retrieve it. It's use would not be warranted in the near future.
So, with the small backpack shouldered, and the two containers in tow, levitated by the Force behind him, Kovi had only one thing left to grab.
The book.
Regardless of his leaving the Jedi Temple, he still had a legacy to keep and people to take care of. Alea, his wife, was pregnant. Kovi was going to be a father again. He picked the small two-hand, leather-bound book off the nightstand by his side of the bed, placed his hand on the cover, and made to leave.
So he had left. The apartment was cozy and very livable for a single individual. Large windows provided a wrap-around view of the district, including the Senate Rotunda and Jedi Temple in its spectrum of panoramic, natural beauty. The walls and ceilings were identical to that of his office and quarters back at the Temple. Even the subtle curving throughout the dwelling was reminiscent of home.
When Kovi arrived, he brought the two containers with all his gear to the hallway leading off of the great room, and set it down. He set the backpack down on top of the wardrobe container and before he planted himself in the comfy microsuede couch facing the Temple, he grabbed the book.
Three months earlier, Kovi had learned of the 100% confidence birth-prediction of his wife's pregnancy and his baby's gender. He had been excited to learn of his becoming a father again. A little boy was on his way to his family. He and Alea had decided together to name him Jason, after a good friend of Kovi's father back on Alderaan. That same day, Kovi learned of the tragic murder of his first two children. Kevin and Makell, the boy taking Kovi's father's name and the girl, his mother's middle name, had been killed.
Kovi sighed in pain as a tears fell. He remembered the recent loss of his eldest children, and replayed his reasons for leaving his family now. Thoughts of his pregnant wife ran through his head. He forced himself to remember what he had promised her, and she him.
"Why, Kovi, why?" Alea had cried when learning of Kovi's departure.
"Just promise me. I need you to trust what I'm doing, and promise me that you'll do as I ask. Please." Kovi held his wife's shaking body in his arms as she looked back up at him with big, beautiful tear-filled eyes.
"I promise," she sobbed as she pulled her heavy-hearted husband closer. After a soft, tear-filled embrace, Kovi took Alea's face in his big and strong, yet gentle, child-skinned hands.
"Baby, sunrise, don't worry. Just take care of him. I know you can. I will be there for him. He will find me. Make sure he finds me. But not until he's ready."
"How will I know that?"
"You'll know. Just follow your motherly heart, and everything will come together. You'll know." After a moment of emotional embrace, hard and firm, Kovi whispered, "I love you forever, I like you for always, forever and ever, my baby you'll be."
Alea sobbed. She couldn't take it. Why did the love of her life have to leave her? And how long? No matter how many times people comforted her with words of support and promises that she 'can do it', she knew she couldn't. Not completely, not fully, not without the wonderful, heart-stopping grandeur and completing temperament of the man she had loved for a thousand generations. He was her. She was him. How could that be separated? It couldn't. She knew that, and that was the only thing that told her she could do it. He wasn't leaving her. He couldn't. They were one.
"I love you." Alea whispered back as she held her prince's head and shoulders in her arms, "I'll miss you."
"And I you."

The Jedi Temple glittered in the fading sunlight. Kovi gripped the book tighter. It was his only connection to his family for the next eighteen years. Right now, the book was his lifeline, his protection, his connection to his old life. It was the only way to find his family again, when he was ready.
When Kovi had seen his children's mutilated bodies, he had made a decision. His next child wouldn't grow up in this constant war for balance. It had been peaceful for millennia, but times change. Jason, his third child, not even born yet, would have the kind of upbringing he had. A normal life on a normal planet, without discrimination.
Alea knew what Kovi wanted, and she loved him. She would do it, he knew that. He trusted her completely. That's what made his departure so hard. She would have the baby on Alderaan. She would put him through school and raise him like any normal child, while subtly hinting of his affinity for the Force. Because Kevin and Makell had been extremely Force-sensitive, and because both Kovi and Alea were strong in the Force, it was only fitting that their third child, Jason, be sensitive as well.
Alea's role would be as a mother, and her job would consist of being involved with the struggling democracy in Alderaan's capital city, Aldera.
No one knew where Kovi was going, or why he was letting his son be raised without a father. Only Kovi knew the answer, and there was no deviation in his resolve.
Kovi was a Jedi. The head of the Council on Coruscant. Kovi wanted Jason to have the option of choosing the life of the Jedi, but only when he was ready. Alea would subtly push him in the general direction of the Force, but Kovi was adamant that Jason figure it out on his own, with one source of direct instruction.
The book was only known to Kovi so far. He started writing it the day of his family tragedy. Kovi had devised a plan to write this book and have it be given to his son when he was ready for it. He just didn't know how to get it to him. He couldn't come back for the next twenty or so years and was at an impasse at how to complete his mission. He was figuring it out as he went.
A quick knock came at the door.
It was a short, crisp, atmosphere-changing knock. Kovi could feel anyone's approach from kilometers away through the Force. He had sensed people traversing the hallways headed to their various daily obligations, but, for some reason he hadn't detected this presence, until it was literally knocking at his door.
Kovi stood up cautiously, probing the Force further and further until he reached the door. As soon as his probe touched the being standing impatiently outside his door, a strong wall of recognizance slammed him from through the door. He couldn't believe it. How did they know he was here? No one knew where he was, except him.
He walked quickly to the door and opened it. A confident individual stood at the threshold. Eye contact was made briefly with bright green eyes before the visitor had instantaneously pushed past him and stood with folded arms next to the island in the kitchen.
The man exuded an aura of confidence and undeniable power through the Force. Kovi knew that this man was never afraid of who he was, and never hid his identity from anyone. It was his best friend. A friend who had always been there when he was troubled. Kovi laughed to himself. He should have known. It was Byunn. Byunn Jlbss.
Byunn stood as tall as Kovi and faced himself just as proudly. With bright green eyes and dirty-blonde hair, he was basically Kovi's opposite. But those that knew the two, knew that they were nearly identical.
Byunn and Kovi had met just a few years into Kovi's career as a Jedi. Byunn was inexperienced at the time, but grew fast and rivaled Kovi within three years of joining the ranks of the Jedi. Only eight people actually knew of Byunn's existence. The seven Jedi of the Grand Council (the first seven Jedi ever), and the Chancellor of the Galactic Republic. To everyone else, he was a legend. He was the shadow in the leaves, the leaf in the wind. Always present, but invisible.
No one ever knew where he was. Yet, here he stood, exactly when and where Kovi needed him.
Byunn's tall, muscular build copied Kovi's as Kovi closed the door and turned around. Kovi grinned broadly. Byunn responded with a small turn of his lips.
"Well, I guess it's good you found me," Kovi stated simply.
Byunn locked eyes with Kovi, "What do you need? I'm here to help." He smiled and let his arms fall.
The eye-contact guilted Kovi into answering. Byunn and Alea were the only two people who could make Kovi feel guilty. Excluding Kovi's mother, Meeka, of course. She was a given.
"I don't need any help. I'm on my own now, you know that." Kovi frowned, contemplating.
Byunn smiled, "Yes, I do know that. But it's also customary for someone who's radically changing their lifestyle and leaving their family, to tell his best friend, for 15,000 years, what's going on." Byunn followed Kovi into the great room.
Kovi winced. When Byunn talked this way, he wasn't happy.
"I have to go. And I am NOT leaving my family. I have no choice," Kovi broke eye-contact and walked slowly towards the couch.
"I know. I'm sorry, brother. But I know I can help. You know it, just as well as the Force exists, you know it."
"What could you possibly help with?" Kovi snapped. He turned around in the blink of an eye on the ball of his right foot.
"Your son. Yes I know," Byunn stated it simply. Simply enough that Kovi's resolve faltered, "Kovi, you're a mess," Byunn added.
Kovi took a deep breath, and sighed, "I know." He turned towards the great room window and clasped his hands behind his back, "Obviously I don't want to leave, but, again, I have no choice." Kovi said the last four words with a tone of finality and eternal sadness.
Byunn walked over and put a hand on Kovi's drooping shoulders. Through the Force, he passed some of his calm demeanor through to Kovi.
"Don't worry. Just do what you need to, and come back. We'll welcome you with open arms." Byunn referred to the Jedi Council.
Kovi smiled slightly, "Byunn, my friend, I will--," Kovi hesitated, "I promise."
Byunn smiled back, "I have an idea." He took his hand from Kovi's shoulder.
"What?" Kovi sat down on the couch with a flourish. Byunn stayed standing.
"Your plan, about your son? He needs some sort of father figure. I was thinking about it and wondered if I could help with that in anyway." Byunn's face twitched with a hidden smile. Kovi chuckled.
"Nice try, Byunn. You'll still never steal her away from me." He shook his head and they laughed together for a moment. The last time for either of them for a long while.
With a smile, and a rolling of his eyes, Byunn responded, "You know what I mean."
Kovi looked at Byunn, an idea sparked somewhere in the back of his head, " He'll have a father figure. And a mentor." Kovi gave Byunn a knowing look.
"How? The government? The neighbors? That's not...good...enough...." Byunn's last word was dragged out as he understood Kovi's expression.
"He'll have me," Kovi grinned. He started to stand, but Byunn pushed him back down with a twitch of his finger.
"No, he won't..." Byunn said slowly, "But what-I mean how would it be you at all?"
"With this." Kovi held up the book.
"A book? Like instructions? Kovi, come on. That's not good enough!" Though Byunn was incredulous, he could see where Kovi was headed with this. Kovi waited for him to work it out.
"Maybe--yeah, that could work..." Byunn put his right hand on his chin, resting his elbow over the wrist of his crossed left arm.
"I just can't get it to him." Kovi stated, breaking his look toward Byunn.
"So you do need me." Byunn was back in his place. That was so like Byunn. No real questions, just a calm simple statement. Kovi hesitated before responding.
"I--I--yes," Kovi finished, "I need you to give this to my son. When you think he's ready. Alea will cooperate."
"Ok." Byunn said carefully, but confidently. Kovi was his best friend. He didn't know what Kovi was up to, but he knew that Kovi would only be and give the best for his family. Kovi had saved his life hundreds of times. Byunn had no problem doing him a favor.
Kovi smiled. He opened the book and flipped a few pages in. He took a pen from the end-table and wrote two words on the paper. He looked up at Byunn, replaced the pen, and stood up. He walked slowly over to Byunn, closed the book, held it for a second, and, finally, without hesitation, handed it to Byunn.
"Take care of him," Kovi whispered as Byunn eased the book out of Kovi's hands. Two tears made their way down the contented face of Byunn's best friend and mentor.
"Instruction. A puzzle," Byunn whispered as he tore his eyes away from Kovi's and looked at the small leather book in his hands. He understood.
"As current Head of the Jedi Council on Coruscant, I ask you to accept this mission as your first and only priority for the next eighteen years. I don't know when I'll be back, but it won't be too long." Kovi let his hands fall to his sides as he passes on the responsibility. Byunn took a deep breath.
"Where will you go?" Byunn asked simply.
"I don't know, I'll--" Byunn finished the last words with Kovi.
"Let the Force guide you, of course."
Kovi led Byunn to the door, "See you soon, bro." Kovi's smile faded into sadness as he spoke. He didn't know exactly where he was headed. He just knew he had a new life to start. It scared him to have to do it without his family. For the first time, Kovi felt alone.
"Be safe, and come back." Byunn emphasized the last two words.
"Just take care of my family and the Order for me, ok?"
"Of course," Byunn solemnly bowed his head.
"Goodpbye, friend," Kovi quietly said. They gave a brother's embrace, looked each other in the eye, and Byunn walked out the door. He stopped before crossing the threshold, turned his head and nodded it at Kovi. Finishing the step, Byunn felt the door slide shut behind him with a woosh of air and a sense of finality.
The last thing Byunn saw of Kovi was a sad smile. He had made a promise. he had a mission. With that, he left. The next time he'd see is friend would be a life-altering experience. He knew it.
When Byunn reached the Temple, the sun had fallen below the horizon. An orange glow filled the council chambers as Byunn knelt in the center of the room. The atmosphere in the room was solemn as Byunn viewed the city-scape. The combination of the power of the Force, the sunset, and the life teeming through the city seemed ominous. Like something big was going to happen soon. Whether good or bad, Byunn didn't know.
He looked down and realized he was still carrying the book Kovi had entrusted to him. Curious, he brought it up to chest-height and opened it. The tender leaves of paper turned in his hand as his he gently found the place where Kovi had opened up to before he had given the book to him. Two words were neatly written about two-thirds of the way down the right page. Obviously meant for Jason, Kovi's future son. Byunn looked up silently and sobbed. He would miss Kovi. Now, he knew what Kovi was doing. He just hoped that Jason would follow.
There was nothing more Byunn could do except prepare for his trip to Alderaan. He closed the book, gripped it tightly, and walked out of the room. The Force emanated a strong sense of prophecy as Byunn left. He had a mission. He would not fail.

Find me.

Jason smiled as he read the last page of the book Alea had given him six years ago. He was finally ready.
He could feel it. His father was waiting. Jason wasn't.
"Amber! Let's go!"

Haha.. well, I did change a bunch of it, so it's probably better than it was when
I started tonight. Obviously a lot of problems with conventions, but that can be fixed.
I hope you enjoyed it and another excerpt will be coming soon!
Thanks for your support!

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Excerpt Date

Hey everyone! I know you've been eagerly awaiting my next excerpt. No worries! It's well on it's way. It should be up by Wednesday or Thursday this week. So keep your eyes open! Thanks for reading my first one! I'm glad you all liked it. :)

Root Beer Rag Final!!!

Hey everyone!! I had my final time today. This one was with minimal mistakes and officially timed by someone else. I am proud to say that I am going to New York!! Not like I wasn't going to anyway... but I still feel good. 'Cause I worked hard for it.


Thank you. Thank you. Stop bowing. Thank you. Stop clapping, I know... I'll get a recording on here soon. Thanks Aunt Raquel!!!

Winter Survival

Hey everyone!! Here's what I did last Friday, if any law-enforcement tries to ask you about me...
Here are my faithful leaders. Bro. Seegmiller, Bro. Brady, and the Bishop.
After a great night and crisp morning, we unpacked, and undressed. Utah's weather is bipolar. You notice the fact that this is a winter campout and a mile from our campsite, there is not a flake of snow? Ya.
Mount Timpanogos in the distance... Gotta love the beauty in the mountains. It's gonna be hard to leave 'em... :(
This is where my leader slept. He forgot to keep a layer of snow on the bottom, so it didn't turn into a swimming pool. Oops. Plus it's a cheater snow cave. Using a picnic table? Pfffft!
Here's my snow cave. Nice and warm.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Happy Heritage Day!

Well, it looks like the family is gettin' weirder by the minute. That must be my cousin Fred in the tree there. Doesn't it look familiar? Ah well, just tryin' to get word around that the Carter family is celebratin' St. Patrick's Day with some Family history. It just looks like one of us got a little out of hand on one of those party nights, you know? Looks similar to me at least, doesn't it? It's not me, I promise! I was just sayin'-- oh, never mind. Happy St. Patrick's Day everybody!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Grizzlies Lose in Shootout Vs Steelheads

Well, for one of the only hockey games I've ever been to, it was a lot of fun! We had super sweet deal seats 6 rows from the ice, behind the bench. Center ice is a lot more fun to sit at when you're watching. You can actually see the puck!!! Too bad the Grizz lost. They did real good! 1-1 till end of the game, then no score in sudden death OT, and a long shootout. Steelheads from Idaho still won though. Oh well.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Star Wars: Book 1: Dawn of the Jedi: EXCERPT

Just remember, this is nowhere near perfect... ;)

"Jason, where are we?"
"In some kind of cave," Jason answered, focused on the task at hand. After all, it was a design set aside by his father eighteen years ago. Jason felt inclined to stay his focus, considering he never knew his father.
"I know that but what's at the end that's got you so determined to keep going?"
Jason pondered the answer to this question. It was enough to halt his progress for a slight second, before he caught himself and followed through on his unfinished step.
"Well, whatever it is, it's large, and old."
Truthfully, Jason had no idea what he was trying to find. All he knew was to follow the book.
"How do you know?"
"I don't. But, logically, the only reason these caves keep going on like this is the answer to your question. Have you noticed how easy it is to traverse?"
"So, you're saying that somebody carved this out?" It was more of a statement from Amber, Jason's girlfriend, than a question.
"Most likely. It's not a natural curve, at least, it wasn't originally."
"So you're saying that there's going to be some kind of ancient building or something? We've been at this for hours. Are you sure it's not just a dead end?"
"We've been over this, Amber. I discovered this a couple weeks ago, and I cross-referenced the carved entrance design to the ancient historical texts at the Aldera Library. It's genuine. It matches perfectly with the paths in the book. Can't you feel the difference in the air?"
Jason and Amber were eighteen- and seventeen-year-old adolescent students. About two weeks ago, Jason stumbled on the entrance to this tunnel of a cave while looking for other archaeological artifacts. School classes in Aldera City were hard on both of the young adults, but Amber's unwavering will and Jason's unaltered determination never stopped them from excelling in every way.
Eighteen years ago Jason's mother, Alea, received a book from a good friend of Jason's father. It had no cover title, and she was instructed to give it to her eldest son when the time was right. For Jason's first twelve years he showed no remarkably diverse intellectual capability and behaved as a normal child would. But when Jason's twelfth birthday came along, things changed. Alea would say that it 'was like he jumped from eleven to thirty-two, all in one day'.
Jason exuded extreme confidence everywhere he went, contrary to his personality prior to birthday number twelve. His common sense increased, he jumped to the top of his class, and started taking on more responsibility than a baby narin just out of the nest with no mother to direct his growth into survival and adulthood. Luckily Jason still had his mother to keep him in check.
Since the twelfth anniversary of his birth, Jason had started taking extra measures to spend time outdoors. It was this event, when Jason was three hours past curfew one night, that told Alea to fulfill her promise. That night, Jason had gone out of the house like he normally would, to take a run through the lower streets of the Capital Shadows neighborhood. He had a whim, as he passed the mountain trail, to follow it. So, being the new kid he was, he followed his impression. He was so enthralled by the historic vibrations occupying the compressed air of Aldera City's South Canyon, that he couldn't leave until he had found the source. Jason searched and searched, and found nothing. He knew there was significance, but he couldn't place the origin.
Finally after six straight hours of nonstop searching, he checked his chrono for the first time. He was late. By two-and-a-half hours! His mom was going to kill him. Reluctantly he had gathered his things, and ran for home.
When Jason finally returned, he found his mother waiting for him on the front breezeway bench. She was not too happy about his disappearance, but could not find the means or the will to be frustrated and scolding to her eldest. Something told her he had changed dramatically that day.
Jason came, without hesitation, and sat next to his beautiful, regal mother. Usually a very intimidating presence. Alea was not only stunningly beautiful, but commanded an aura of untold history and power. People respected her. That's why she was in government. Alea always said that the politician's world was temporary for her, but everybody seemed to think she had been there forever, and Jason knew just how good she was at 'discussing' and 'finding the solution'.
So, here he was. He expected his mother to scold him softly and set him with a list of chores for the next day, but he did not feel any kind of motherly instruction striving to exit the delicate lips of his mother's mouth. She was disappointed, yes, but something told him that there was something else.
The book.
That night, Jason received what was left to him by the father he never knew he had.
The book was not given lightly, but not a word was spoken except by his mother as she handed him the small journal sized, leather-bound, classic page-book.
"Respect, and honor. To the letter." Alea annunciated the last sentence with a meaningful glance at the cover of the small book.
Jason took it. Alea left him to wonder about his gift. A short note inside the front cover told him who it was from and who it was intended for.

To my Eldest Son. Follow with utmost discretion and unaltered determination. Let no mind wander, let not a
foot fall in excess to the guidelines directed in this book.
Your Father

The handwriting was loopy, and unlike any of the most elegant script Jason had seen in his education so far. He
had no idea what he was to do with this, and wished he could ask his mother more, but this event obviously troubled her,
and he decided not to bother her with her memories.
This book would prove to be the start of Jason's future. In it, was designed many paths and instructions regarding
a certain goal. Jason flipped to the end of the introductory statements to where it simply stated,

Find me.

So that's what he did.

"There!! Do you hear that?" Jason exclaimed in excitement. A low rumble echoed through the air. The rough,
brown, Alderaanian rock vibrated with the echo. Jason took a step down the makeshift stairway he had stumbled upon
while inspecting the ceiling for patterns. His glowrod briefly illuminated the decline in front of him.
"What? I don't hear anything," Amber stated impatiently.
"It's an echo. It's low, too." Jason turned around and looked towards his friend.
"What does that mean? Come on, Jason, there's nothing here."
Jason sighed, "Skeptical, as always." Amber knew what a 'low rumbly echo' meant as far underground as they were.
It meant that there was a very large something up ahead. She just felt like it was a bottomless pit leading to nowhere.
Jason winked at her and said, "I promise. You'll see. We've found it."
Amber took Jason's offered hand and said shyly, "Why can't we just end here, and finish up the search tomorrow?"
There was a familiar glint in her eye.
"Look, I know we've been crawling down here for who knows how many hours--"
"Six," piped in Amber. She couldn't resist.
"Thank you," Jason sighed,"Anyway, we've been down here for--a long time," he grimaced towards her,"and I know
it's tiring--"
"You can say that again," Amber slapped a hand over her mouth. Man, she really needed to shut up for a minute.
"Will you let me talk?" Jason asked politely, patiently waiting for a response. Amber nodded.
"I just know we're within a hundred meters of our goal. It's not much longer, and I can't stop here. Please?"
Amber had turned to go. She stopped and gave Jason a glare. The glowrod lighting made it all the more intimidating.
"Ten minutes, then we go home." She was firm.
"Alright, alright." Jason sighed and waited for Amber to meet up with him. he pecked her on the cheek, took her
face in his left hand and whispered, "Thank you."
He put his hand down and smiled at her. She sighed and smiled back, chuckling,"You're impossible, you know that?"
Jason grinned, "I know."
They kept walking in silence, Jason leading his girlfriend down the steps ever so carefully. The glowrod lit the way
as cavern after cavern, the air kept feeling denser and bigger.
Jason and Amber had been friends since either of them could remember. They both remembered their mothers, and
especially Jason's uncle Byunn. He was always the one who told them that they would be married and always teased
about kissing, and holding hands, and hugging, and anything else the old fart could get his silver tongue on. It seemed,
however, against all determination to prove him wrong, that they just couldn't resist. Finally, in their sixth year at the
Aldera Academy, they started dating. Of course, Byunn came around after one of his big trips, and guffawed when he saw
the couple's interlaced fingers. All joking aside, both Jason and Amber could swear that there was more than just a sparkle
of entertainment in Byunn Jlbss's eye. It seemed like he knew all along that this was going to happen.
So, giving up on the struggle to prove him wrong, Jason and Amber submitted to his constant pounding and humiliation.
He had quieted down, as of late, considering he was gone touring the galaxy again, and the couple had spent a lot more time
together than they normally have.
Jason grabbed Amber's hand as they rounded one last cavern wall, ten minutes after they had their little confrontation.
The glowrod's light suddenly became inherently useless. The air felt fresher, bigger, denser, and the light from the glowrod
did not reflect off of any surface besides the suddenly flat and smooth stone ground. It was pitch black. Not a sound besides
the two hearts and respiratory systems echoing off the tunnel walls behind them.
As Jason swung the glowrod around, looking for where to go next, Amber came up next to him.
"Is this what you meant? 'Cause I can't see a thing."
"Hold on. There's got to be something out here. I can feel it."
It was true, in a weird way. The two could actually feel the presence of something in the room. The air literally vibrated,
and they could feel the vibrations reflect off of various outcroppings in the spacious cavern in front of them. No one knew
how they did it, but Jason and Amber seemed to have an extremely developed sixth sense. They could feel when someone
was sneaking up on them, no matter how quiet the perpetrators were.
"Careful," Amber warned. Jason smiled and winked at her.
"Always," he smiled as he dropped her hand and felt his way forward. He turned and shined the glowrod down by
his feet to find secure footing, not that he needed to, the floor was perfectly smooth. 
About ten meters later he stopped and beckoned to Amber.
"Come here, Look at this." Jason's face glowed with boyish glee. Amber approached slowly, anxious about what
she was about to see.
There was a huge staircase cut perfectly out of stone extending from before their feet and fading into the darkness.
"I told you there was something down here." Jason grinned in triumph.
"Well, there's got to be some kind of light source if anything could live down here with staircase. Unless some animal
from the deep sea found its way here." Amber referred to the only known creature on Alderaan that could see in the dark.
This one just happened to breath underwater, rendering it irrelevant to her point.
Jason was already headed across the top step for the banister of the staircase barely in view from the light of the glowrod.
Amber hurried to catch up, so as not to be left in the dark.
"Jason, wait for me next time."
It was all very mysterious. The feeling Amber and Jason were having, told them that what they had found was extremely
important. They had no idea what was ahead of them, and they not one inclination to go back.
Jason approached the banister. It was remarkably similar to modern design. Modern design for Alderaan was, of course,
full of curves and twists, where as Galactic Modern was more straight and cornered. It surprised both Jason and Amber to
find such architecture and design down this far from the surface. The design continued from the top of the banister down
along the railing out of the range of sight provided by the glowrod.
On the banister, Jason found imbedded in the top, a hand-sized square of differing material. He swept one
finger across it finding a very fine layer of dust. He dusted the square off and saw something very interesting. The pad
wasn't made of wood, but a soft kind of material, lighter than metal, yet harder than wood. He set his glowrod in his
"Plastic." Jason gaped in wonder,"This can't be real."
"What is it?" Amber asked watching Jason's face carefully. It held an expression of wonder and delight.
It reminded her of what Jason looked like every time he laid eyes on her. She smiled.
"This wood is perfectly preserved. Like it was built last year. Amazing. And the plastic! I've never seen anything like
this in such an obviously ancient find. That means this must have been built in the last millennium. But I've never seen
this kind of material. And it feels so much older than a thousand years."
Jason's face now exuded confusion as he tried to understand where he was.
"It must be some kind of military base. Those kind of "high tech" materials are usually used by the Alderaanian
Protection Force." Amber's suggestion seemed to spark an idea in Jason's mind.
"Wait." Jason froze. An idea forming quickly.
"What is it?"
Jason traced the edges of the square with two of his fingers.
"I've seen this before."
"Where?" Inquired Amber. She's never seen or heard of something like this, except maybe in the APF, and no one
sees that stuff.
Jason pulled out a small leather-bound book from his back pocket. Taking the glowrod off his belt, he 
opened it to the second to last page. He seemed to be comparing some kind of diagram in the book to the 
banister in front of him. Jason's brow furrowed.
"Yeah. In this book my father left me." Jason showed Amber the diagram. It matched perfectly.
"What is it? Some kind of activation pad?"
"If it's what I think it is, then--"
Jason stopped tracing and his eyes widened. He took a step back. His footfall echoed throughout the cavern.
"It's-it's impossible. No. It can't be."
Amber just watched in wonder as Jason re-approached the post. He put one hand on the edge of the post for support
and his left hand hovered above the square.
Jason looked at Amber and gave her a confused, yet reassured and confident smile.
Amber smiled back, with a questioning brow.
"It's ok, go ahead, we've got plenty of time," Amber nulled her ten-minute time period which was long past anyway, to
fuel hers and Jason's curiosity. Though Jason now seemed to know what was happening. Amber had no clue.
Jason smiled wider, then his smile disappeared as he refocused on the task at hand. He closed his eyes, took a deep
breath, and softly,gently set his hand on the square with his fingers spread out.
Nothing happened for a painful two or three seconds. Then, suddenly, the square lit up a bright neon blue, engulfing
Jason's hand in light. Despite the blinding light, Jason kept his hand firmly on the pad. He looked quickly at Amber's
shocked but determined face. She made eye contact and smiled with the corners of her mouth. Jason looked back to the
light with a look of unaltered patience and waited.
The light increased to illuminate the staircase and the ground behind them, then it dimmed to a low royal blue light.
A low, quiet hum interrupted the silence and the entire room lit up from the staircase to the opposite wall. Jason lifted his
hand. He and Amber stared in wonder.
"Impossible," Jason mouthed.
"Yeah," came a weak agreement from Amber.
Jason broke his stare, smiled, took Amber's hand and took the first step down. The regal staircase beckoned them
to go forward to where Jason only hoped to learn who his Father really was and what the universe held in store for him.
Wonder enveloped his senses as he descended the staircase with Amber by his side. Across the room, adjacent to another
large stone archway, someone was waiting.

Hmm.... well. It underwent some changes as I copied it on here, so I hope it is somewhat ok to read.
Obviously it needs some revising, but I hope it was entertaining! Thanks for reading.

Monday, March 2, 2009

New Feature

Hey everyone! (Or at least, those that read... ;) I've been thinking lately about what a blog is really for. I've decided that it's to inform anyone and everyone who is in the least bit interested about me. But, that's kinda common sense, I realized after rethinking through my thought processes. There is, however, another element slash opportunity that blogging can do for the conventional (or not so conventional) blogger. From now on, hopefully once a week, I will be posting short slices of the series of books I'm writing. I think this will help my writing improve and progress, plus I will hopefully get some good feedback/constructive criticism. These "short slices" will be composed of short scenes, dialogue, plot maps, and maybe even a few short chapters. I would love any kind of feedback, just don't be super harsh. Harsh is fine, but not degrading to my spirituality, please. Save that for the politicians. Look for a new insert coming this week. (And don't expect me to be super consistent, writing is hard, and I am still a busy, busy teenager) ;) Thanks a bunch!