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Round and round again it goes, and then round again.
The tragedy of the Skywalkers.
Little do they know they’ve been doing it for generations.
A boy is born without a father, to a woman alone in the desert in the middle of nowhere.
Chosen, he is taken away and becomes a Jedi. He fights for light, but the dark is just as strong inside.
Then he falls, but not before taking a wife; creating new life.
A pair of twins are born. Separated at birth with their mother dead.
Across all distance, they find their way back to each other, and to their father. But that is not enough to save them. The darkness is strong in their blood.
The male stays alone; married to religion. The woman falls in love and has only one of her own children.
The Light is strong with her son, but the Force is always equal. A darkness, hungry, calls him away until he forsakes his people.
Then the boy becomes a man; and his heart softened by love, he finds his way back home again.
But no sooner has he turned, than death befalls the hero.
So, the son returns to his departed family inside the Force. But he leaves behind a lover who will forever mourn.
She will never love again. She takes his family name and goes far away, to a desert planet all alone. She’ll wait, until her lover comes to her in spirit, and plants a child inside against all reason.
She will claim there was no father. She cannot explain what happened.
And so, the cycle begins again, and it will for all eternity. Unless the original sin can be atoned; the remaining Skywalker is undying, and his child, born of natural means, is nurtured by both parents. That child in turn, will love and be loved, and will foster his own family.
Only then will the curse be broken; the name of Skywalker restored. For on that day, he who breaks it shall avenge all who came before.
Until then, they suffer and suffer; doomed to make the mistakes of others.
So rise now, oh Skywalkers. Destruction shall be thy name. Reap, again and again, thy destiny, then die alone in shame.