9 Magnus 1

(A/N: This story about Magnus was originally a planned fanfiction titled; Legend of Kai. Now, I have added Magnus to it. So, this is also my star war rewrite fanfic about the prequel trilogy. Hope you all enjoy it.)

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A war is waging between the First Order and the New Republic. Darth Arius is the new Emperor of the First Order. In these dark times, there is no peace among the star. There are only war and hideous laughter of every thirsty darkening souls.

The crimson giant sun hung far away, huge and heavy and glowing with a red light. Around it were planets supported by it, bright against the black of space, this star system was a battlefield.

Two grand navy carriers, black and blue, hovered above the only life-supporting planet in the system. They face faced each other, the closed hulls opened and spewed fighters starships.

Compared to kilometres spreading the size of the few kilometres and casting shadow's over the planet's surface, the fighters were like bees protecting their beehives.

A squadron of Starfighters led by Republic pilot Po left the giant Grand carrier and charged towards the TIE fighters that were constantly firing upon the carrier. The pilots of the First Order were caught up by surprise, they were blasted by the weapons firing piercing crimson light before they could take any action for defence.

Po gave commands and watched from behind in his cockpit, as they left exploding First Order's fighters in their trails like a firework.

"S-45, give space for S-29, S-29, back off, S-17 support S-19."

Po still serious, smirked. His squadron took the ordered action before the orders were fully given. Perhaps his Squadron over the years came to know his mind better than he himself.

'This is not the time.' thought Po and pulled a lever, his fighter accelerate without losing any control. He soared and danced around the lumps of metal that were once fighters of the Republic and the Order. It only got more difficult for him cruise as his Squadron destroyed more and more enemy fighters, leaving more space debris on their trail.

'We are winning.'

In a few moments they were soaring near the First Order's carrier, shooting beams of destruction at it. The orders given were simple: 'Destroy the carrier's defences, making an entry point for the Republic fighters.' Orders were simple but the task wasn't.

Suddenly the metal doors of the carrier opened, thousands of rays of destruction came out, piercing his Comrades. The fighter exploded in flames and through that fiery explosion shot out a squadron of First Order fighters.

Po gritted his teeth, pulled another lever and pressed the trigger. His fighter darted towards the enemy squadron like lighting, shooting repulsion beams with whistling noise. Three TIE fighters turned away from the rest and charged at Po. The Republic fighter blinked, the distance gap made it difficult both from him and the enemy to get an accurate shot, but Po kept charging and firing.

In few moments, both he and the enemy were in the distance to fire an ending shot and the enemy did. A fiery pulsing light beam shot towards Po. Po blinked and dived down. The enemy's light pierced empty space.

Po pulled another lever and faced the TIE fighters and rained them with piercing light. Leaving the enemies in destruction, Po proceeded forward. Then something changed. A lone dark enemy fighter, different in design, separated from the rest and charged towards Po.

Po's eyes widened, he instantly recognised the infamous Starfighter. Dark Star, the personal fighter of the Sith Lord: Kylo Ren.

'A Sith Lord here?' thought Po. Either this was a trap or a golden opportunity to take out one of the enemy's high command. The prize or trap was charging towards him and he had two options; take the shot or retreat.

'I'll take the shot, my way.'

Po turned his fighter around and flew away from the battle. He sighed in relief as he glanced at the screen in the cockpit giving the back view, Kylo Ren was still chasing him, as he planned.

Kylo gave the chase with higher speed, closing in the gap quickly. Dark Star was better equipped, had better weapons and most importantly it was made for Kylo. The Sith Lord pressed the trigger and fired. Po danced around the great expanse, using the flying debris as shields.

Just like Po, Kylo danced around the debris and kept chasing. For a moment he lost visual contact with the Po; and when he regained contact, Po spun around a faced Kylo, he fired while soaring backwards just above the grand carrier.

The attacks were successful but Dark Star's defences persisted. The game went on, Kylo chased while Po attacked and fleed, simultaneously.

Flying about the enemy's giant grand carrier he kept his distance. Po glanced at the screen, about to crash onto the grand ship's hull, he clenched his teeth tightly and pulled another level. He recovered control in a split second, the starship faced Dark Star again.

'Time to end this.'

The cat and mouse game ended. Po charged so did Kylo, he clenched his teeth so did Kylo, his eyes widened so did Kylo's. With firing range with thumbs on the trigger. The adrenaline rush made them unable to be distracted as the hot crimson sun was enveloped by something vast.

A shadow is cast over both, for a moment their eyes glanced left as the red sun being eclipsed by an unknown ship of terrifying proportions. Suddenly the unknown ship spewed a pulse of green light. The pulse through the entire battlefield.

For a moment nothing happens, then every ship glitches including that Kylo and Po's glitches. Every system dies, every thruster shuts down, every light in the cockpit turns dark. The raging battle turns to silence standstill. Kylo and Po's ships being too close stuck together, they get a close look at each other as their transparent visor's meet.

Kylo feels something and in a sense of emergency, clenches his fist, enveloping both him and Po in an invisible cocoon of Force. Po feels the sinister energy acting upon him. Is this what they call Force? The arcane malicious power of a Sith Lord? Po then felt something different, a different force, a natural one: Gravity.

Both enveloped by Force were pulled into the planet's atmosphere in a freefall. The Grand ship unable to handle the pull broke apart and fell into the gravity well.

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In a different unknown star system, with a single planet capable of supporting life, near seashore a secluded secret Jedi Temple was situated.

Inside one of the chambers of the temple, few dozen children under the age of eleven trained, they wore helmets covering their eyes and swung their little light sabres around. Luke; now in his fifties with long whitening hair and a whitening scruffy beard. Passing through the room, he stopped for a moment and looked at young padawans with pride on his face. These Force-sensitive children, rescued from the First Order, were going to be the next generation of Jedi.

He opened the ancient book he held; written in an unknown language, it showed a diagram of a giant stone door parting to reveal a pure blue light. He closed the book as he heard the sounds of light sabres clashing. Luke signed and followed the noise.

In another chamber, two of his oldest student faced off against one another; Kal and Kai.

Kai is relentless in his strikes. With each clash, sparks spewed and the air sang. Kal tried to defend and gave ground until his muscles start aching.

"I give up," said Kal making Kai stop midswing. Both turned their lightsaber off as they heard the familiar footsteps.

"You did well, Kal," said Luke approaching the teens. He placed his hand on Kal's shoulder, "and, you'll do better next time. You have improved a lot."

Kai stood there smiling, waiting for his praise but it never came. Luke didn't even glance at the teen.

"I see.... fighting again."

A voice came from another door to the chamber. A teen boy walked with red hairs and an eye patch.

"Magnus," said Luke looking at the boy, "you can walk again?"

"Numbness still remains, " replied Magus looking down at his feet, "will be back to normal in no time."

"Alright!" Luke clasped the book. "Training time is over, tell others to be assembled in the council room."

The teens nodded and ran towards the other room. With a light smile, Luke turned towards Magnus. "How is your recovery?"

"Memories are still hazy, but it's all coming back together." Magnus lied.

Luke Skywalker found the boy during one of the expeditions in ancient Jedi outposts. He was lying there paralysed, surrounded by broken scattered parts of a Starship of unknown technology.

Luke tried to communicate to Magnus using Force but the boy's very being seemed to repel Force. After some consideration, Luke decided to bring the boy to his secluded Jedi Temple.

Luke: "You are interested in learning about the Force? You know-"

Magus: "I know I can't use the Force, it runs away from me. However, I like to study its workings. It's fascinating to me. Also, reminds me of home"

"Your home was a Jedi temple?" asked Luke sarcastically.

"No," replied Magnus. "But it was a place of scholars, studying arcane, unafraid of exploring even if things had a dark side them. I miss Prospero."

The air of melancholy enveloped like a thin shell, broken by touch as Luke placed his hand on his shoulder. The sounds of giggles of the young padawans entered his ears.

'So what if you can't touch I light, the darkness can't touch you.' thought Luke.

Luke entered the council room, followed by Magnus and the padawans marching behind.

Luke took his seat on the largest chair around the round table, not big enough for everyone only the eldest and Magnus took their seats. Master Luke started speaking.

"I would be going on another journey, and-"

"Noooooo..." cries or the young children came before Luke could finish speaking, others who didn't cry about it had the reactions describing the same thing. Their master was a father to them all and he hardly had been present these past few days.

"You promised to teach us the third form," complained Kal.

"These past few journeys of mine had led to this, this would be final," said Luke, tone changing from serious to light and merry. " I know how my constant absence is affecting you; In a dark place, we find ourselves, and a little knowledge and lights our way- legendary Jedi master Yoda told me that. You know I have talked about Jedi masters of old. When I come back, we are going to have a nice storytime."

This did calm the cries for a bit. Luke moved his gaze towards Kal.

"You are one of the oldest among the padawans, I expect to be in charge in my absence."

"As always?"

"Always."

Luke's gaze moved towards Kai. Kai smiled as it was finally his turn: "Master, I-"

Luke: "Kai, I saw you fighting, brutal and violent. We are warriors of light not dark."

Without saying anything or letting Kal finish his sentence, Luke stood up, pushing back his seat. Kal looked down. 'Better than nothing, I guess.'

Magnus was confused, so was Kal. Why Luke treated him different? For what reason? But Magnus' turmoil had something extra to it.

He knew he wasn't in his world anymore. He theorized the existence of other worlds, by studying the parts of the warp with overlapping realities. Now, he was sure he was one. A world where this 'Force' blocked the Path to access the Warp.

He didn't know much about this world? No, how he got here? What's his place in it? But he knew he didn't want to leave. This world many have bore witnessed cruelty. But nothing could be compared to the grim darkness of endless deaths which he called 'home.' "