It has been a very long and difficult journey for me. When I first felt the disturbance in the Force my instructors wouldn't listen to me. They assured me that yes, these were indeed troubled times with all the wars going on, but that I need not concern myself with that. We were safe here on Coruscant. The Temple had never been violated and never would be as long as the Jedi existed. I felt shame and relief for what I did that day. I packed my belongings and requested a leave to a far away system, Yavin. The fourth planet has a great deal of history to the Jedi. I felt it would make a good compromise between a hideout and a destination unlikely to arouse suspicion. Little did I know how close I came to death. While my ship was in transit I heard the first cries for help. Ignoring them was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I heard the cries of the children in the Temple and the futile attempts of the adults and instructors to stop the killing. I recognized many of the voices as they cried out. How could I not after spending 15 years of my life there? In morbid fascination I listened for the voices I knew so well. To see if they would cry out and be extinguished. I was not disappointed. Nearly every voice I'd ever heard cried out. I discounted those I did not hear as being Jedi away on missions. I hoped that they like myself had escaped what I learned later was to be called the Purge. A thing brought about by two people I had met. One a few years older than myself who I had considered a friend Anakin Skywalker. He was always kind to me whenever I saw him at the Temple. The other person always left me cold, Supreme Chancellor Palpatine. His build up of troops for a galactic military always rubbed me the wrong way, but not many people within the Temple listen to young Jedi. When I arrived on Yavin IV my first thought was for hiding. Did they know I was out here? Would I be worth their notice? I decided my best course of action was to cut myself off from the rest of the galaxy, faking my death in case anyone arrived here seeking my ship. I grabbed anything of use I could find from the ship while still making it serviceable for flight. I recorded an emergency distress call, then programmed a course, which would take it near an inhabited system, crash and blow the wreckage up. Hopefully leaving no usable trace. If I were successful, no one would think to note the discrepancies in my flight time or pay much attention to direction. Apparently I was fortunate. I spent the next few years adjusting to my new home, honing my skills and feeling the Force as those of the light continued to cry out in anguish. While those of the Dark grew in power. There was something about this place which allowed me access to understanding the dark in a way I'd never known possible. I was still frightened by the prospect of slipping to the darkside, but there was a consciousness here that was of the Dark. I felt its presence over the years. It hungered to be free. But it had been alone with it's own thoughts for so long that it could no longer hide itself in the way of it's other dark brethren. I learned to take advantage of its hunger and use it's powers to help me learn more of the galaxy. With it's help I watched the fall of Anakin Skywalker at the victorious hands of Master Kenobi. I saw this as a victory. Then I learned I was mistaken. It was only a new beginning. That my friend Anakin was truly dead and his replacement Darth Vader was a force for evil the likes of which I had never seen before nor learned of in my studies at the temple. He became the disciple of Emperor Palpatine. The man I had questioned the motives of for so many years as a simple child. Being able to use the darkforce entity here on Yavin IV I was able to hide my identity from them, they never knew anyone watched them so closely or understood their motives so well. I used my knowledge to drive my studies. I pushed myself to limits I'd never dreamed of before. I gave myself willingly body and soul over to the lightsides power. As the years past I grew comfortable in the jungles. The predators of this world were to be taken seriously by anyone, even a Jedi, but living with them everyday, the problems were dealt with more as a matter or reflex than of conscious thought. Over the years I grew stronger in body and mind. I sought out new challenges. I found many of the old temples constructed here by past Jedi and Sith whom had made this moon my choice of hideaway. I spent my time cleaning them, preparing them for a day when they could be used again. I watched the Rebellion grow to power. When I could I gave help in the way of a mental nudge. Most victories were small and only helped the cause a little bit. But two of them I am most proud of. I helped nudge the spies to the place that allowed the Death Star plans to reach the Alliance. It was a simple matter really. They were already spying, it was simply a matter of getting them to go to the right place and listen in on the right frequencies. When the plans came into the Ambassadors possession I felt a strangeness to her. One I'd not felt in decades. There was something about her, which reminded me of a long lost friend, but I could not get beyond that feeling. When I sensed Vader following her I knew something must be done before he captured them. I searched her memories and found Master Kenobi, General Kenobi to her. I had not thought to look for other Jedi. I was convinced the Purge had succeeded.Putting my every effort into it I managed to redirect her thoughts to Master Kenobi. She ordered the jump almost immediately. I continued to follow her progress from afar. She was soon captured but with the necessary nudges she found a way to send the plans to Master Kenobi. The next few days were very tense for me. I had been spending so much time trying to further the Alliances cause that their landing fleets on Yavin IV caught me by surprise. People, here. For the first time in nearly a generation. What to do? Should I join their cause for real or remain in the shadows? In which way could I do the most good? I'd know a solitary existence for so long that nothing else seemed to make sense. I would bide my time. See what occurred. That is when I felt him, Luke Skywalker. All these years hidden away on Tattooine. A force of unbelievable potential. His comparison to his father was remarkable. The power, the exuberance was all there as I recalled it watching Anakin as we both grew up. My goal now is clear.......