Star Crossed Lovers: A Revan and Luna Love Story

by FamousLastWords

First published 18th of September, 2013

Luna finds solace in the arms of the greatest of all force users, Revan.

Jedi. Sith. Savior. Conqueror.

Revan was all of these things and more, but after escaping a resurgent Sith Empire, he crashes on an unknown world alive with the force.

Princess. Nightmare. Friend. Sister

Luna has more to her past than she'd like to admit as well.

But, with Celestia uncertain of this stranger and his past, can she really trust this man with her little sister? Can Revan put the war he left behind and find peace in the arms of an immortal princess? Or will the universe tear these star crossed lovers apart?

...

Warning: Humanized Luna

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Pre-reading done by Gnurd

The Shooting Star She Saw

The princess of the night crossed her arms in contemplation of everything that had happened recently in the advent of the full moon, the silver light reflecting brilliantly off of her nearly porcelain skin and her indigo wings and hair blending in flawlessly with the night sky.

Her hand on her chin, she continued to wonder what her place would be in the world now since her sister's apprentice, the young unicorn mare known to all now as Princess Twilight Sparkle, had achieved something the night mistress had not bared witness to in a very, very long time: the ascension into an alicorn.

The cool gale of the night against her ancient face, she continued to have saddening musings concerning of what the future would entail for the princess of the night. Her eyes went half shut as she began to consider her thoughts aloud, kept company only by the shining night surrounding her.

"There was me and Tia," she began, standing stoic nearly half a mile in the night sky. "For over a thousand years, it was such, but then when I returned, there was Cadance, who now rules the north," she began to bite her left index finger, as was her custom when she felt uncertain of anything. "But there is another of us now. Four." She looked up to her prized moon, one of the few things always capable of consoling her. "Will she replace Tia? Or perhaps me someday?"

The moon's shepherd had no special love for where this train of thought was headed, but since Twilight Sparkle coronation nearly a fortnight ago, it was all that been on her mind as of late. She knew that such thoughts were what led her to become the dreaded Nightmare Moon in the first place, and everyone, especially her, remembered how that turned out.

Yet, she had only just gotten back into this new Equestria and all it's unfamiliar wonders. To be unable to give it the gift of her night seemed like that of not only a personal betrayal, but one by her own...

"No!" she shook her head fiercely in defiance of these thoughts and whispers within her skull, finding the strength to fight against the doubtful musings of her royal mind. "There is no way they'd send me away so soon. They are my friends. They would never act in such a manner towards me."

She had thought the world of the young mare of lavender who she'd owed her life too. Cadance as well, but as the dark winds blew and howled against her long, lithe and slender body, she felt as if she'd slowly begin to lose her relevance once more as she had so many moons ago.

And with everything occurring since then, from Discord and the Changeling Queen to even the heinous shadows of the dark lord, King Sombra, she'd hardly been a boon to her nation, sister, or her friends. She quickly began to relive her greatest fear.

The fear of being forgotten once more and being hidden within the gentle darkness of her diamond studded night.

A single tear fell down the cheek of the blue and silver adorned princess when she bore witness to a new star. She smiled, spreading her magnificent blue wings so as to greet the new addition to her night.

Her bare feet leaving the soft, fleece like surface of the nimbus she'd been wondering upon for hours, she took flight, the gentle currents brushing softly under her wings, her skin reflecting the nearly pearl light as she flew higher and higher into the her painting of the night sky.

Finally satisfied with her distance, Luna halted, her mighty wings flapping elegantly in the peace of the very early morning. Staring right into the new mass of tiny light, she smiled softly. "And what shall I name you?" She asked no one in particular.

She then squinted her near sapphire eyes, noticing something a might peculiar about this newborn star. "What is this?"

It was getting bigger.

That is no star.

Her eyes widened as she flew in closer and closer to grasp a closer look at this faux star. Her horn glowing and her magic enhancing her speed, she flew to speeds that would make even Rainbow Dash take pause.

Finally, her body parallel to the falling wreckage, she began to notice strange markings and lines on the falling celestial body. The entirety of the thing was large, as well. Large enough to be a sizable home for any one of her subjects. She flew further ahead, calling even more upon her magic and wings to see the very front of the falling structure. That was when she saw something most peculiar through what appeared to be a window.

"A human?" Her eyes widened once more, struggling to intercept the falling star from it's path to destruction. Her magical aura ignited and two sonic booms followed in her wake as her ancient energies enveloped the cosmic debris.

Her brow began to sweat, her pearl skin now soaked with the fluid as she struggled to maintain both her speed and her control over the object in question.

Had I known what events this night would entail, she began to muse, still completely devoured by the task of bringing the alien man to Equestria safely. Then I may have asked dear Tia for assistance.

Having had to lift the moon only several hours prior had taken it's toll on the goddess mare, it's true. Being sealed away for one thousand years would do that to a pony, and while her skills had not atrophied in any serious degree since then, expending so much of her power so soon after performing her duty to shepherd the night was more than a slightly tiring experience.

But she sided such thoughts, for then was not the time for doubting herself. Seeing the shining city of Canterlot miles beneath her, she knew that for the truth that it was, so, giving a last, final push of her divine might, she made a final motion to steer the falling star out of the path of the royal city and into the eldritch greenery of the Ever-free.

She gave herself a mental sigh as she began to relive the memories of nearly a year and a half ago, during her final tenure as the wicked abomination, Night Mare Moon. Even still, though, she steeled herself for what would no doubt be a colossally tiring experience, even for alicorn standards.

She teleported to the forest floor, watching as the behemoth she'd mistaken for a star began it's descent into the forest where she'd first been defeated over a year ago. The runes on her forehead glowed a deep and fiery blue, as did her hands and eyes, as her alicorn powers began to surge through her body.

As Princess Luna strengthened her stance and raised her arms, she flared out her wings as well, desiring nothing to get in the way of the crash, nor her body to be overly smothered by the heat of the entry of the craft. "So be it!" She shouted defiantly into the empty air that separated her and the burning craft.

...

His fingers danced around the main console to his falling star ship, small explosions making themselves known through out the 300 year old freighter and the alarms wailing all over his ship. They illuminated the darkened hall ways of the illicitly stolen craft, the Ebon Hawk.

A surge of electricity surged through the keyboard, burning away the tips of his gloves and bringing a heated pain to his hands, but he ignored them. Now was not the time for something that petty to distract him from landing this thing.

He had been so close, too. After barely escaping a Sith strike force in a war droid factory he'd aptly dubbed 'the Foundry', he'd escaped to find his personal freighter in the collection of some Sith Lord. Needless to say, the lord was easily dispatched.

Another surge of electricity flooded the console, this time actually rating on the once dark lords radar. "Damn it!" He cursed, his Jedi patience now running thin. "Come on, Girl!" He slammed his hands on the console and, much to both his surprise and his delight, certain parts of the cockpit began to light up as they should have.

With a small, satisfied smile on his face, he continued to struggle and stabilize his falling ship, although it was still a downhill battle. Everything since his departure from Republic space 300 years ago had gone south. From his defeat to at the hands of the Emperor, to his loss at the Foundry.

Even his loyal astromech droid, T3-M4, was nothing but scrap now.

But he sided those thoughts and his pain. He knew that, despite all of his set backs, he could make it back to Republic space and lead the charge against these resurgent Sith scum and destroy them, once and for all. But then wasn't the time for those thoughts and he knew it.

He gritted his teeth and steeled himself as the one working monitor to his left began chiming the inevitable collision with this new world, it's lush green becoming more and more evident and even seeing a small, white dot on a mountain side.

He shook his head away from the distraction, though, for now was maybe the worst possible time to star admiring the scenery.

His fingers moved faster and faster as he let out a breath that he didn't even know that he was holding, his brown and black robes catching a few of the flying sparks and cinders all the while. Finally, with one last, desperate surge of machine gun typing, he finished what he'd set out to do.

"Yes!" He shouted in relief and joy. The whole time, he'd been struggling to make the escape pods work. Now it was simply a matter making it to them in time. As an after thought, the once Jedi grabbed his iconic mask and made a mad break for the pods. If there was even the slimmest chance he could get to one, then maybe, just maybe, he could open up a route back to Coruscant and-

...

She collapsed to her knees, dust and debris washing over the young goddess with all the tenacity of a raging waterfall, tearing at her fine, white, silken garments, but leaving them otherwise mostly intact, thanks no doubt to the several charms placed on them.

She forced a small smile.Tia always did say it was a foolish idea to charm my clothes like that. I suppose I shall be allowed to lord this over my dear sister later, after all.

As she wiped the blood from her nose, she gazed upon the new field of rubble, dead lumber, trees and vast puddles created in the wake of this structures crash. The cool fall air continued to send shivers all up and down her body, reflexively shielding herself with her magnificent wings from the chill of Autumn, as well as the mud and the muck stirred from the crash.

For several moments in the very early morning, still hours from her sister awakening from her slumber, she waited there, the dust passing over her wings and over her head, her eyes closed to prevent any such irritation to her cyan eyes. Finally, after several minutes of bowing before the might of the crash, she arose from the once now desolate part of the Ever-free, now seeing the falling star in full view.

It was as large as she'd first made it out to be, if not larger. As she's surmised earlier, it was at least the size of a respectable home in the more rural areas of her Equestria.

Flapping her mighty wings to take to the skies and catch a better view, she noticed it's shape. It was rounded at the end, but not near so much on the front, where it's shape resembled closely that of one half of a friendship necklace the young woman, Pinkie Pie, had gifted her with once upon a time.

As for the color, it was very difficult to tell. Though not a goddess, like many of her subjects would like to believe, she'd still had more than enough power for any spell Twilight Sparkle could utilize, tired though she may have been at the time.

Her aura now enveloping her soft hands, she passed her fingers over the downed space craft, cooling it as she drug her noting the burned metallic feel on the tips of her fingers and what may have been a once orange or goldenrod striping to the structure.

The fog of the Ever-free once more coating the area, she elected to find the man she thought she'd seen earlier.

Climbing from where she had been, she searched the top of the structure for a weak point, certain that any entry like that would have destroyed any normal route for retreating this great slab of burnt out steel.

Now atop the vessel, she once more ignited the aura in her left hand, then around the entirety of her slim body, dropping into the darkened and ugly steel halls of something she couldn't even describe, but chose to try anyway.

Lights flickered on and off as she wandered the hallow halls of the craft, sparks flying towards the princess of the night at every turn she'd made. She took time to explore every room she could, though. Being stuck on the moon in a waking stasis for one thousand years had left Princess Luna with an insatiable curiosity, after all and even if it had been against her better judgement and instinct, she simply couldn't help herself. Very few placed in the downed craft seemed to be of much interest, though, the two piquing her curiosity in any respectable measure having been a rather small table in the middle and what had obviously been some kind of medical chamber.

Shaking her head in disappointment, she moved onward through the craft, the novelty of the place now wearing somewhat thin, but still knowing what she'd come aboard to do and keeping herself on task.

That was when she'd heard the faint noise of breath.

Following the weak noise, she headed to the last placed she'd yet to investigate: the very front of the vessel. Moving faster than she new she ought to, she finally found the man she swore she'd seen earlier, knowing now why it had been so difficult to spot him.

As she bowed before his unconscious body, his hood covering his head at an off angle, she took note of how his robes of black and brown blended in with his surroundings as Luna's flowing locks and majestic wings had done with the night.

His robes were black and brown, like shadow and earth. Her hand steady, she moved to turn over the man on the floor of the craft, revealing what had appeared to be a light set of armor, the same colors as before, but with black being dominant as oppose to an earth tone. She then noted a small silver cylinder, hooked to his belt. Curious, the princess began to reach for it, only to be interrupted by the slightest stirring of her unwitting hosts countenance.

He had long brown hair for a male. Not nearly as long as her own, not even shoulder length, but still a small cry away from the standard length among the Equestrian male populous. His face was remarkably average as well, though in truth that was only taking into consideration the structure itself, not the skin on top of it.

He had high cheekbones that wore scars. Even more old wounds surrounded his jaw line and brow, as if a mask had been burnt into the top of his flesh. He sported only the smallest of goatees with a beard across the entirety of his lower face.

She looked around for any personal effects that he may have carried on his person, but found only a mask with a T-visor, coated in black and red.

She then saw him stir, his eyelids fluttering and smiled. "Sleep now," she whispered, passing her glowing left hand over his brown eyes. Even if his strange armor had protected him from the worst of the damage, he was in no shape to move anywhere and she new. And, as she lifted him up over her shoulder and began her sojourn home, she smiled once more.

It seemed as if her natural curiosity had finally paid off this time.

Author's Notes:

Just a little something I thought I'd work on on the side. I rather like how it turned out, too.

An Exchange of Memories and of Swords

She'd flown for hours from the darkness of the Everfree forest, her wings grew sore from the long flight, and the amount of magic expended in such a short amount of time. Normally, she would've had seven hours at the minimum between guiding the moon's rise and the moon's set, but she'd just stopped the destruction of Canterlot from a falling craft from a place far beyond anyone in all of Equestria's understanding.

She then smiled as she flew threw her palace window and into her room. "I just stopped the destruction of Canterlot." She indulged that thought as a guilty pleasure, now feeling all of her fears of irrelevance slip away if only for an instant.

Her bare feet made contact with the cold, alabaster floor, sending a small chill up her silk covered legs and body, her evening ground now torn and tattered from the crashing craft. A though rushed through her mind about a man in black, red, and brown, quickly remembering the forgotten mask, but then siding that thought as unimportant.

The man was light as a feather to the millennia old princess, though that was merely because she and her sister, Celestia, had borrowed traits from all three tribes, all of which had been a boon to her this night.

She set the man down on her bed, nearly wanting join him in slumber, but didn't, knowing she still had a small amount of business with this man, comatose though he might have been.

She pulled a small wooden stool from the corner of the room, one that she'd used in the past to stand upon for making decorations in room chambers but not feeling the need to use magic to execute them.

The princess of the night sat next to the mysterious stranger and brushed back the brown hair from his scared face. As she began to gather her thoughts for her next task, she couldn't help but feel the pain in this man's soul. It was almost as if his spirit radiated a deep hurt that he had to bury for the sake of duty, rather than confront it directly and be done with it.

"I suppose that may be something we share, Stranger," she mused aloud quietly, her left hand glowing with a faint blue aura as she closed her eyes and began to concentrate on her new given task.

Within moments, Princess Luna found herself in a world far from any that she'd ever dreamed of, though it was one marred with war.

She stood atop the bridge of a ship, one that seemed to be crafted from steel and iron and soared threw a place beyond the night sky, very much unlike Equestria's own airships. She found herself falling to the floor, along with half of what she's assumed was the crew, adorned in red and orange.

Sparks flew across and around the large room as she tried once more to get her bearings straight, but to no avail. She seemed almost trapped in this man's mind as a battle waged around her, hearing the warbling of alarms all around her and a man in brown robes and a black and red mask shouting orders in an unknown language.

His voice bellowed with a deep strength of ferocity, like all of the Hell raging around him was simply another day. It then occurred to the night shepherd that this was the man she'd saved only an hour ago. She walked over to place her hand on his shoulder, but as she tried, the dream scape changed.

They were on a field of battle now, blue sun setting above a world, war being waged by tens of thousands of men in blue armor battling against others in lighter red and orange. She saw that man again, moving and ebbing against each attack made against him like a fierce waterfall of graceful destruction, a fiery blade of cyan firmly in his grip as he fell each blue helmed foe who dared to be fool enough to challenge him.

The night shepherd extended her wings ebon blue to try and get a better view of what was going on, but the battle seemed to go on for miles, hundreds of warriors armed and dressed in similar garbs and armor to this man in the front, and large beasts firing lightning towards the rear of the battle field.

It was a war, she'd seen learned as she watched lightning flash around the untold carnage of the campaign, taking in every minute detail she was forced to bear witness to as a result of her desire to venture in this one's owns dreams. A war fought on such a scale of death that was beyond even my own worst imaginings.

She tried to find that man with the mask once more, to try and free him from this nightmare wrought from bloodshed, but it was to late once gain. She was now aboard another ship, though one that was for more utilitarian in it's design with a silver bridge, a new sinister feeling creeping up down her spine.

Luna stood as she watched the man, now adorned in black and red with a cape, staring down several brown garbed warriors, their gazed steeled and each with a different colored blade seemingly wrought from fire and flames.

A young woman with braided hair spoke up. Luna by now had taken the time and borrowed the knowledge of this language from his head and giving him her own knowledge of Equestria's own noble dialect.

"You cannot win, Revan," an upper Canterlot sounding voice rung out from the woman wielding a blade of yellow fire, her stance firm, but flawed, and backed by several of her assumed comrades.

Revan? Luna thought to herself as she began to isolate that name with the face of the man she'd saved. A strong feeling of guilt appeared from the back ground of the man's mind as the one known as 'Revan' readied a blood scarlet sword to head level, pointing it directly at his adversaries. The show down seemed as if it would last an eternity.

An explosion then rocked the bridge, knocking Luna down and out of this man's dream and back into her darkened room, finding herself fallen from her seat.

She gasped at what she'd seen in this man's past and struggled to grasp more, but only bore witness to a few more memories. There were so many more flashes than those three, from a redemption to a painful loss of a friend, followed by a defeat at the hands of a darkness that seemed to eclipse even the Dread Lord Sombra. Each memory seemed to flash through her head and mind so fast, but one thing was certain.

As she left her room for her sister's aide, she quietly and sadly smiled at the thought of someone else who shared her pain.

It was dark as a faint sound, soft but regal, echoed through the man's skull. He'd only caught a short glimpse of her in... blue? That's right. She was adorned in blue and pale skin, though not from lack of sunlight. As he struggled to regain his memories from the last few minutes, or maybe hours.

He remembered a faint smile, followed by a request. "Sleep now," a beautiful voice had said from the darkness of the downed Ebon Hawk, just before passing a glowing hand over his brown eyes, his body immediately following his instructions, much to his chagrin.

He remembered something else, too. Like a memory long since past. Echoes of his friends and allies, of the twilek called Mission Vao, now a young woman no doubt and her wookie partner, Zaalbar, and the way they each complimented each other in almost every way.

He remembered his best friend, Carth Onasi, and all the betrayal he'd suffered through not only to get his justice, but to find his boy, Dustil.

He heard the battle cry of Canderous Ordo, now Mandalore to his people, as he claimed the helm for his own to lead his clans out of the abyss of extinction.

He then heard an echo that was no less than three hundred years old.

"Nothing in the world would make me feel safer than being loved by you."

His eyes flashed open at the sound of the Coruscanti accent, sincere and loving, waking him up instantly to see a starkly different set of surroundings around him, glistening like walls made from diamonds of a night sky and a new violet fabric upon his flesh. It was strong like a wool, minus the uncomfortable texture.

He sat up, then, still reeling from the shock of his new clothes and surroundings, the fine silken sheets now feeling more like a prison then a bed. "Where am I?" he asked himself steadily, still not quite at the threshold of panic, having been in this type of situation before.

Then it dawned on him. "And why is it everywhere I go, I end up crashing?"

The humor of that particular redundancy of his life lost on the once Jedi, Revan rose from the king sized bed and began to take a closer look at his new... home, such as it was. He walked over to the window, his feet making contact with the cool, ruby floors, and, for the first time in over three hundred years, saw a skyline that rivaled Coruscant in it's majesty.

"By the Force..." he muttered in awe, the ex-Sith planting his hands on the balcony railing, his mouth agape as he bore witness to the sheer and unrefined beauty of Canterlot. The city shined so bright as he looked upon it, he briefly thought he'd become one with the Force, but the minute pain in his sides shot down that thought near instantly.

It was as if each building had been crafted in part by the crystals found on Ilium, then empowered purely by the light side. Not only that, but this place... "It feels... alive!" Revan smiled as he took in all the joy and love from this great new city. It was as if he'd come to a place without any hatred or darkness at all, as if it were a city crafted solely from the light side of the force. It was a feeling so overpowering, so sweet to the tongue, that the once conqueror and once savior couldn't help but shed a single tear from his brown eyes in appreciation for his new surroundings.

There was a screech from the door, but Revan was far to preoccupied admiring the view to care. If there was anything wrong, his instincts would alert him, Jedi, Sith or otherwise. He very much doubted that they would. This place seemed so devoid of evil that anything with ill intent to anybody would likely stick out like a sore thumb from a mile away.

"Um..." An official sounding but formal voice rung out from behind the warrior sage as he admired the skyline. "Sir?"

With a final smile, Revan turned around to see a human female standing in his door way, her skin, with the faintest shade of peach and hair as dark as the night sky he'd crashed into. "Yes?"

"Princess Luna sent these for you," he looked down from her blue eyes to see a brown tunic and a basket of breads and fruits. The man smiled at the clothes, appreciative of the color and style, but wary of how Jedi robes would have been known here. "Was there anything else you needed, Sir?" She asked, her voice stoic and confident. "Her royal highness did ask that I stand by to make sure all of your needs were accounted for."

He took a good look at the robes, noting the small accents of red and black on the tunic no doubt meant to replace the tattered robes he'd been wearing when he made land fall to this place. He gave a brief frown as he realized that his mask was nowhere to be found, but then set aside that thought for a later time to answer the young woman's question. "I see," he began, looking at his face in the mirror and noting a change he was none to be pleased with. "Well, perhaps I could use a tour of your castle?"

She gave him a nod. "Yes, Sir," she looked down at her clipboard as if there were something else she'd needed to ask him. "Was there anything else you needed before I left you to get ready for your day?"

The once Jedi thought for a long moment, searching for a good answer, but none came. "I believe that will be all, Ms..."

"Raven," she answered.

"I believe that will be all, Ms. Raven," he finished. As she left the room, he turned back to the mirror and inspected a face that was different from the last time he'd seen it, not particularly happy that it wasn't how he'd left it. "Alright," he began with a begrudging smile. "Who's the schutta that shaved my beard?"

"For one thousand years," the young woman continued explaining to her brown clad guest trailing several feet behind her beneath the outer arches of the royal gardens of the palace. "Canterlot has been the capital and cultural center of Equestria."

Revan took time to see everything on this strange new world, from the grass to the near completely human inhabitants of the place and even the alabaster and marble architecture, something almost unheard in the Republic. It would be an insult to say that he was anything less than in a state of awe. "I see," he threw out absent mindedly, then focusing once more. "What happened a thousand years ago that caused the move?"

She stopped her walk for a moment, the continued her way through the outer halls of the palace. "The sister of our princess, Celestia, turned into the dreadful Nightmare Moon and would not allow the sun to rise."

Revan, totally discounting the fact that his tour guide was talking down to him like a youngling, performed a mental double take. "I'm sorry, what?" She turned around to see him in all of his curiosity. "Your princess is how old, exactly?"

"That would depend heavily on which princess you're referring to," she began to explain, not losing a step. "Princess Cadance is only 27 years old, while the newest edition to the royal family, Princess Twilight is only 20, " she paused for a breath, then continued down the marble bricked pathway. "Then there's Princess Luna, the one who brought you here a few nights ago? She wasn't even out of her twenties when she became Nightmare Moon."

Princess Luna? He thought to himself as they walked past the topiary sculptures, and the bush walls of the gardens. The name fits, he mused. Blurry as his vision may have been from the blows to his head, he did remember the compelling, soft voice telling him to sleep having near pearl skin and dark hair. He'd have to remember that later on.

"As for Princess Celestia, whom I assume you referring too," she looked away and kept walking. "No one is exactly sure," she tried answering in a non-blunt manner. "She keeps it something of a secret, but it's generally assumed that she's in the early one-thousands."

"Uh huh..." he just nodded and kept walking with her, noting that it's not unheard of for a species to live so long, but never hearing of any near-human race with that kind of longevity. "What was that about not letting the moon rise? Does the moon have a degrading orbit?"

She lifted her right eyebrow. "I'm sorry?"

"A degrading orbit," he repeated. "Is your planet's gravitational pull not strong enough to support your moon?"

"Our princess of the night supports our moon, and when she couldn't, Princess Celestia took up the task,"she just looked at him as if he'd dropped off the face of the galaxy. "I'm... not sure I understand the question."

They continued to just awkwardly stared at one another for a few seconds before the assistant, Raven, decided to just move on with the tour. "At any rate, this great city was carved into the mountain after the fall of Princess Luna and her transformation into Nightmare Moon, and we have never looked back," she then turned around to look at the once Jedi, who was now looking across the greenery at the source of a metallic noise. "Now then, before we continue, was there anything else you needed to know? A refreshment or snack of some kind, perhaps?"

"Them," he pointed with his right index finger to several people off in the distance, some with wings and some others lacking them. "Over there. What are they doing?"

The young, black haired woman adjusted her glasses as she began an explanation. "That would be former Captain of the Canterlot Guard, Prince Shining Armor, trying to choose his successor for the job he left behind upon marrying Princess Cadance," she looked back down to her clipboard as she began to provide the royal guest with more exposition. "With all of his time up north in the Crystal Empire, he hasn't had the occasion to choose a new captain, so he's offering the position to whoever can-" she turned around to see her charge in brown, black and red walking off towards the sparring ring off in the distance. She frowned. "And he's gone."

"I very much appreciate you and your friends coming all the way over from Canterlot for this, Ms. Vinyl," Princess Luna began as she walked through the outer halls of her home, discussing her elder sisters party arrangements for the next few days.

"No prob, Princess." A young woman with blue hair and a musical note on her forehead followed close by next to her ruler. "I'm always looking for work in music anyhow," then she got a smug smile.

Over the past few days of planning Celestia's first birthday celebration in over 1,000 years, the two of them had actually become fairly good friends, as strange as it might have been for a DJ and a princess to become such.

"But you know what, L-Dawg?" she took on a tone that Luna had long since associated with her taunting. The blue haired girl moved in front of the night shepherd and lifted up her right index finger at the princess. "I'm more interested in this guy you brought home the other night that you told me about."

"Please," she waved off the implied accusation and moved past her friend that apparently had little knowledge of how to speak with nobility, actual enjoyment of her frankness aside. "I am a princess. I have been groomed to be above such obvious displays of affection."

"Uh huh," she wouldn't stop wearing that ear to ear grin. "That why you've been spending so much time next ta' him? Waitin' fer that stranger to wake up?"

"Vinyl, my friend," she placed her soft hands on the musician's shoulder and looked her dead in her sunglasses. "I am telling you now, truthfully, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that my feelings with that man do not extend past rescuing him from the Everfree."

"You know, L?" the red eyed young woman began, still wearing a taunting grin on her face. "I kind'a stopped paying attention after you said 'obvious' displays of affection," she punched her regent in the arm, useless as the gesture may have been against an alicorn. "I always knew you were the type to play 'hard to get'."

"Hard to get?" The blue haired maiden's voice raised indignantly. "I never said-"

"Relax, L," she threw right her arm around Luna, patting the one closest with her left hand. "I'm just messin' with ya. I know that..." That's when she noticed the princess beginning to turn the tables and now she was ignoring her, looking off into the distance at a few of the guards and wonder bolts that Vinyl herself had been guilty of spying on.

"Hello?" She waved her hand in front of her face. "Helloooo? Equestria to Luna?" She snapped her fingers twice. "Stop ignoring me!"

She then smiled. "Vinyl, per chance, might you have any of your 'rock and roll' handy, per chance?"

"Um, yeah," her right hand glowed as magical construct in the shape of a guitar appeared in her hands, looking off into the distance closer at what she was seeing. "But if you're thinkin' it'll help that guy over there against those three... I don't see it."

She began walking, her candid counterpart following closely, light guitar in both hands and the runic marks on her forehead glowing all the while. "Believe me," she began, an all knowing smile appearing on her royal face. "Nothing under the moon can help him."

Vinyl Scratch only raised an eyebrow, getting the idea, but doubting Luna's faith in the man.

He hefted a long sword, balanced and with only a small hand guard, its handle long and meant to have the option of handed use. It was plain steel, a rarity back in Republic. Still, though, it was of quality. That much was clear by the very few scratches on the blade and the way it reflected the sun.

Revan swung it once to test it's balance for certain and he was pleasantly unsurprised. "Excuse me? Sir?" The once dark lord turned around to see a young woman with wings a few yards away from him her hair orange and yellow and her wings matched her color and her eyes covered up by a pair of sunglasses. "Would you mind telling me what you're doing here?"

He continued to inspect the sword. "Yes," he began, his voice now fairly amused. "You guys are holding try outs for captain of the guard, right?"

"Yeah," another blue winged near human, this one male with blue wings and blue eyes. "But it's for Equestria military only. Not old guys who get lost in the sparring ring."

Revan raised an irritated eye brow at that accusation. I'm only 37, he thought to himself, then beginning to wear a confident smirk, laced with nostalgia from his brief stint at the Korriban Sith monastery. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that day care let out this early."

The blue winged man just glared at him, Revan stared back and relished in the trash talk. It had been so long since he'd had the chance to do this. "Alright, easy there, Soarin'," a new male appeared, not wearing wings but with markings on his forehead and blue, two toned hair falling down his neck. He walked over to Revan, extending his hand to shake. "Prince Shining Armor of the Crystal Empire, nice to meet you," he then sighed. "Look, Sir, you're free to participate, but just don't get in the way," he ran his hand through his vibrant hair. "So who do you want to challenge?"

The once Jedi faked consideration for several moments, placing his finger on his lip. "How about all three?"

"You sure, Old Man?" Soarin' began to mouth off with a cocky smile on his face. "We wouldn't want you to break a hip or anything."

With that last remark, Revan reflexively flourished the blade, heavier than a lightsaber but nothing he couldn't handle, in preparation for the sparring match between these three soldiers. He let loose an arrogant smile. "I promise I won't take to much advantage of all of your collective inexperience."

That earned a deadpan expression from the prince and leader, Shining Armor. "Spitfire? Soarin'?" He looked at each of his compatriots. "Three on one it is."

Revan only smiled. Oh this will be fun!

They both just watched as the brown clad man finished his work of not only defeating the former captain of the guard, the captain of the wonder-bolts and her lieutenant, a long with a very long list of maybe half of the royal guard nearby, whilst Revan only having broken a single sweat that he'd abruptly wiped from his tan brow.

"You guys did alright, all things considered," he began to falsely praise them. "Soarin' specifically did fairly well. He almost made me skip a beat," he let out a laugh upon saying that, happy that he'd been able to have a simple sparing match for the first time in over 300 years.

As he walked passed the ring of sand littered with downed soldiers, some wearing armor and some not, he lifted his sword one more time to place it upon the arms rack, happy for the chance to enjoy himself but finished for the moment.

That was, until, he saw her. The woman that had saved his life.

She strode across the grass with the grace of a midnight wind, her great wings of indigo folded atop a more casual satin dress, violet with golden accents, than what would have been expected of royalty, though still more than a little elegant in it's design. Her hair was nearly midnight blue with the appearance of stars running through it like a cosmic river of diamonds. Her eyes were cyan, like clear blue water and, as she walked, her pearl feet bare, towards him with such alien grace, he new what his next move should have been.

He bowed before her. "You're the woman who saved my life?"

A small smile crept upon her face. "I am Princess Luna of Equestria, yes."

On one knee, he continued. "My name is Revan, formerly of the Galactic Republic," he sighed. "I guess I owe you one."

She acknowledged his gratitude and then moved on to the sword rack, carefully selecting the right sword from the small armory, inspecting each blade visually. Her cyan eyes skimmed over each edge and pommel and hilt, searching for an ideal weapon worthy of a princess.

Finally, she chose one. It was a zweihander, one with a wide cruciform hilt meant especially for the earth tribe guards, built heavy to the point of being nearly impractical for even that mighty race, but for an alicorn princess? Even with a blade matching her own height of six feet, it was still no heavier than a feather. "Rise, Revan," she threw him the sword he'd only just put away and shot him a competitive grin. "And let us see how you fair against someone who has long since graduated from 'day care'."

A sword now at his feet, he accepted the blade and took a more defensive stance against the smiling, blue adorned princess who held her own sword wide and her wings flared as if to use her own biology against her personal guest.

Both his hands on his sabre, he rushed in first, narrowly avoiding a strike from the princess to his neck, but he doubt she really meant him any harm.

She returned the favor further by unleashing a large gust of wing from her magnificent wingspan, the gales forcing the man she'd rescued only a few days ago, sanding from the ring now encircling him.

He closed his eyes as he tried to concentrate, but was cut short soon enough, her presence just before him. There was something strange about this woman. The way she moves, he thought. It's like this isn't a fight to her.

True enough, the way each fighter blocked and parried the others strikes and blows, the way one watched the other move and ebb with the elegance of a silken river past the moves of the other made it clearer and clearer. By the time he realized why the princess was smiling, he discovered that he'd been smiling as well.

This isn't any practice bout, the truth rung between his ears. This is a dance.

It wasn't for several minutes of being lost in the others movements when the princess called an end to the duel. "Enough," she uttered as Revan stood across from her, his blade still drawn but the very tip resting on the course ground and sweat pervading his body. "I believe that would be all, Sir Revan."

"'Sir' Revan?" he parroted, not sure of what she'd just said. "I'm sorry, your Highness, but I'm no knight," anymore, he wanted to add, but didn't. His old friend's words still rung true within him. He belonged to neither the Jedi, nor the Sith.

"Is that so?" She inquired, an all knowing smile now replacing the one of sheer delight she wore only moments ago. "Well then, I shall remember to keep that in mind, Revan, formerly of the Galactic Republic." she turned to her apparent friend with blue hair. "Ms. Scratch?"

"Yo!" A blue haired girl with blue markings on her forehead answered.

"Come then," she directed, wearing a sly smile on her ageless and flawless face. "We still have finish the preparations for my elder sister's birthday party."

And so the two women left, leaving everyone still in the practice ring dumb founded at what had just happened, beginning with the mysterious stranger's eerily proficient skill set with swords to the dance of blades between him and the princess.

Revan only watched as they did so, his own mind trying to process what had just happened, but was interrupted by a sharp jab to his side by the man with blue wings, Soarin'. "You dog," he called out to the personal guest of the princess, totally unaware of the smile we wore upon his scarred face

Author's Notes:

Alright, so I probably should tell you guys that this takes place after Revan's part in The Old Republic, 300 years after KOTOR and since then all of his friends, except maybe Zaalbar, is dead and gone. Revan did get married to Bastilla (there was a book), but again, she's dead.

This chapter was actually supposed to take place in the Crystal Empire, getting ready for the Equestria games, but it didn't pan out that way.

More commentary will follow after each chapter on what was going through my head while writing. Thank you all so much for your support! :)

Shards of Memories

Revan's feet made contact with the cold, marble floor as he arose from the luxurious king sized bed of his guest suite. Rubbing the sand from his eyes, he set each of his feet within a nearby slipper, content in the knowledge that each article of clothing he wore was woven from the very same soft, flawless wool that seemed to be so prevalent in this land.

As he tied the belt around the robe covering his scarred, naked back, he felt a weight in the right pocket of the gifted cloak. Curious, he stuck his hand in there to find the the pleasant surprise of a familiar metallic cylinder that was said to be a Jedi's life: his lightsaber.

While this would normally have been a good thing, the brown haired man just couldn't shake the feeling that something was... off with this place. He could feel no evil and no darkness around him at all in the slightest, and yet...

And yet, even with all the grace and hospitality granted to him by his hostess, Princess Luna, it all just seemed too... perfect.

"It's everything the Jedi and the Sith aren't," he began to think aloud, starring out the balcony at a nearly full moon. "All emotion, yet no anger, no hatred..." he trailed off as he looked down to the garden where he'd practiced the previous day, then sided that thought to leave his quarters.

He gave a sigh, not really sure where he fit in this world. All of his life, he'd fought or trained to fight for the Republic against the Mandalorians and then against the Republic and his fellow Jedi as a Sith lord. For the first time in centuries, he simply felt out of place in the galaxy.

But as he left his the lodgings of the woman who'd been more than gracious to him, he moved those thoughts into the back of his head, never being one to dwell on his losses for long.

He strode through the darkened, marble, and hallowed halls of Canterlot Castle, and as Revan did so, he learned a great many things that his own desire for a sparring match the day before had deprived him of. He stood in awe of several grandiose and lavishly crafted stained glass windows, each ready to tell a different story than the last, from a small, sapient looking reptile facing off an entity of shadow to the defeat of an amalgam of different creatures and animals facing it's own demise.

He then found himself bathing in the filtered moonlight as he bore witness to a story that rang true for the once Jedi, Revan, one that told of a prodigal sister's return home. He took a deep breath as that tale seemed to resonate deeply within the prodigal knight, knowing the feeling of a home coming like that all to well.

Still though, he had not come to admire the architecture or the decor, splendid though it might have been. It was then that he noticed his was being followed.

He smiled as the very faint echo traveled through out the great court, his ears perking at the disturbance. It wasn't one of the princesses, he knew that much. No, judging by the skill, he'd say that they were military. Like the guards I humiliated earlier. Only less clumsy, maybe?

Even so, he wouldn't be surprised if they were actually happy to see their fellow service men or women get smacked down. If ever there was one thing that didn't change in any military, he began to quip to himself. It was inter-branch rivalries.

Finally away from all the distractions of the palace, he continued to move through the estate with the stealth akin to a wraith, the cold autumn air chilling his spine as he'd finally made contact with the gardens he'd sparred in earlier, making him regret not wearing a shirt underneath his robe.

As if his body were on autopilot, he made his way through the gardens, moving past the bushes and the topiary and into the circle he'd sparred in before. He smiled wryly as he remembered the over a dozen guards strewn around the sand and atop the grass hours earlier, each having their pride decimated by the unknown guest of the shepherd of the night.

He drew deep breaths as he surveyed the are around him, finding that he'd not been followed outside by the royal guards. Evidently, the guards only kept their eyes on what happened within the castle. Normally, Revan would think that a terrible idea, but given the evident safety of where he was, he was more than understanding of the more than lax security detail.

But commenting on my kind hosts military was not what I came out here to do, Revan admitted to himself, his hand reaching into his right pocket, happy at the surprise of being able do what he'd planned.

He took a deep breath and finally retrieved his lightsaber from his robe pocket. Almost instinctively, he moved the metallic cylinder vertical to his scarred face and closed his eyes. He smiled as the distinctive snap-hiss of the blade sounded off, igniting a deeply violet blade.

He flourished as he began to practice his form for the first time in centuries. He aligned his saber with his head and pointed it straight forward, taking the form of juyo form as violet blade vibrated next to his ear.

Though with each strike at the air, he still couldn't shake the earlier duel with that princess out of his head and how she merely toyed with him, treating the bout like little more than a dance.

His strikes became less and less precise as he struggled to come to terms with the shock his defeat, his hands still aching from the sheer speed and power placed behind each and every strike, far beyond that of any near human he'd ever seen before. What's more was that Revan very sincerely believed she wasn't even using her full potential on him, while it took him everything he had to keep up with her.

He deactivated his saber, now choosing to look up at the near full moon somberly. He bit his lip. "What in the nine rings of Corellian Hell am I doing here?" It was a rhetorical question, but lately, it seemed that everything in his life was meant to take a southern turn.

It was a very bitter irony, then, that after all the years he was able to fight back and control his fate, at being the best warrior the galaxy over, it seemed now as if he were powerless to do anything. It seemed as if-

"A bit for your thoughts?" The brown haired man turned around, half eager to ignite his lightsaber, but he then realized who the soft voice came from. "May hap I ask why you are out here in the dead of my night?"

He sighed. " I was just out getting some fresh air, trying to clear my head," he answered, hoping that answer would sate her interest but knowing it wouldn't.

"I see," she responded, raising an intrigued eyebrow. "Come then. Walk with me," she commanded. "I feel there is much we can learn from one another."

She began making her way toward a white gazebo on the eastern side of the gardens, a stark white turned to silver by bathing in the incomplete moon's light. Though Revan was hesitant to follow at fist, he did know he owed this woman his life and, until such a time as he could repay it, he was hers.

The chilled autumn air blew against both their faces, blowing their hair, both the indigo and the brown, back. Finally, they both found themselves beneath the small eastern structure, the two of them simply staring into a quite night sky.

The princess of the night knelt over the side of the white picket half-wall as the once Jedi Knight joined her. "I was up there, once."

"Up... where?" Revan asked.

"There," she pointed with her left hand to the moon. "I was..." she hesitated, showing some level of guilt. "Imprisoned for certain deeds I am not proud to admit but will."

"That seems like a good enough lesson to start with," Revan joined her in the kneeling. "What happened?"

Her tone went somber. "I... I became a nightmare," she began. "One thousand years ago, I attempted to steal a power I shared with my dear sister for no better reason than feeling unappreciated," she then began smiling. "I very nearly killed everyone in Equestria to sate my own deflated ego."

"So why the smile?" He looked her in the eyes.

She returned the favor. "Because, despite all those one thousand years of being lost to my own insane ambitions, things are better now than they ever were," joy replaced the sadness in her voice now. "I know have the love of my subjects and my sister's forgiveness and even better friends than I'd ever thought possible centuries ago." Her eyes began to sparkle as she looked back up to the moon. "I learned that, for all the ills that life may give you, things often time will get better."

"Why are you telling me this? I'm just the guy you fished out of the sky."

"Because I believe that life has given you a great deal of ill, Sir Revan, and it makes me wonder. What could have left a man of your caliber so deeply scarred," she then began brushing her hand past the scars on his face. "Not physically, but... spiritually?"

He grabbed her hand and then looked down once more in shame, turning his back to her and looking back up to the night sky the princess claimed as her own. "I'm not sure it's a story you'd be interested in hearing, your Majesty."

"And what makes you so certain of that, Sir Revan?"

His memory flashed back to before he was forced into stasis, gazing a holo-recording of his late beloved, Bastila, and the son he'd never had the chance to cradle in his arms, Vaner. He could tell she wouldn't be dissuaded so easy, though. "Have you ever fought for something you believed in with all your heart and spirit?"

Princess Luna found herself remembering the battles against Discord and King Sombra, the latter of which was now dead and gone for good. "I... yes."

"Good," he replied, his voice now raising as he turned his back to the princess. "Now imagine something strong enough to take your mind and play with it like it was clay until you're nothing but a... perversion of what you used to be," he looked up to the skies he would more than likely never depart. "I lost everything fighting for what I believed in, Princess. There was no good to follow the 'ill' for me."

Princess Luna, shepherd of the night, wanted so hard to tell him to look right in front of him. She wished so very badly to let him know just how close he was to the look at where he landed and where he could stay, but she didn't. Despite walking through his dreams for several nights, he knew next to nothing about her.

Instead, she directed her attention to his weapon of choice. "Your fire blade," she remarked. "May I see it?"

He looked back at her, this time with a slight smile. As his hand carrying the lightsaber rose up to her at their mutual chest level, he hesitated. His instincts said nothing about this being a trap and she'd been open enough with him. Indeed, she'd provided the first sympathetic ear Revan had been gifted with in centuries. In short, he trusted her. "I think that might be alright."

Her hand went over his own as she grabbed the lightsaber, pointing it outward and away from the couple beneath the gazebo. As he fingers glided over the metallic cylinder, she found what she could only assume was the activation mechanism. Her thumb clicked on the button and let loose a violet blade, releasing a torrent of purple light.

In awe, she raised the saber to her face, her eyes dilated from the new brightness and wide from being so close to an arm she'd only seen in this man's dream. "What is it called?" She asked, her gaze fixed upon the sword of flame.

"It's called a lightsaber," he answered.

"No," she denied, shaking her head, smiling like a small wookie who'd just received it's life day present. "Not what kind of weapon is it, but..." she hesitated as she slashed the blade in the chilled night air. "What have you named your weapon?"

Revan was dumb founded. He'd encountered cultures that named their arms and armor, sure, but never had it occurred to him to name his own. "I haven't named it."

She flourished it towards the floor. "I see," she began. "Then how about..." she began to examine the hilt closely, looking for some kind of marking she could go off of. She then noticed the several lines stemming up from handle and stopping into sharp points just after the blade began. "Fire fang?"

Revan smiled at her enthusiasm, not seeing such sense Mission Vao, only tempered by years and wisdom. "Alright. Fire fang it is."

With a grin of satisfaction, she continued to practice with his newly christened 'lightsaber'. "It is very light, though that might not be mean much at all coming from me," her glance went to him quickly. "What can you tell me of it?"

The warrior sage felt as of he were talking to a youngling the way she kept asking questions. "It's a Jedi's tool and a Sith's weapon," he gifted her with the lesson of his once teacher, Kreia. "Wielded in the service of the Jedi Order and the Force, those who have stood vigilant and guarded the Republic for over twenty thousand years."

"I see," she wiped the sweat from her brow, a gift from the heat emanating from the once Jedi's weapon. "And does it come in very many colors?"

Revan raised his eyebrow. How did she know that? "As a matter of fact, yes," he began. "Green and blue are the most common for those who follow the light, with yellow also being notable, red though," he took pause as he recalled his own time with that scarlet blade. "Red is wielded by those who follow the dark side of the force, by and large."

"I see," she deactivated the violet blade and move towards the it's owner. "Yet you wield a blade of violet. What does that mean? Be you a man of light or darkness?"

His brown eyes didn't move from her gaze of cyan. "What do you think it means?"

She handed him his saber back, keeping her hand on the Jedi tool as he placed his right hand over hers, there faces. "I believe it means that you and I are far more similar than you'd care to admit, Sir Revan. Now," she began anew. "What can you tell me about this 'Force'?"

The breathing between the two became hot and heavy as the immortal before him stood only inches away from him. They were nearly the same height, but for some reason, both thought the other held themselves taller. It might have been Luna's wings or Revan's ever stoic stance, but as their lips grew closer, bitter memories began to fade into-

"Luna," a strong voice tempered by years of wisdom descended down upon the two, her wings white as a night star and her evening gown a hastily put on satin, elegant in it's own purpose but nothing she would like to be seen wearing out among her subjects. "Your Captain Sunshine Smiles needs to talk to you. Something about a falling star that went down in the Ever-free."

Luna grimaced at the killed moment. "Can it not wait, Sister?"

"It's the night, so it's your jurisdiction," she ordered her younger sister. "No, it can't."

Princess Luna sighed as she backed away from the man she'd come to call Sir Revan. "Very well, Sister," she surrendered. As she walked down the steps of the pure white and ivy coated gazebo, a quick smile flashed across her face. "I believe that my lesson's on the force will have to wait another time then," she pecked him on the cheek, much to the shock of both her sister and her guest. "Sir Revan? Thank you. You are a good listener and an excellent teacher."

And then, with a smile on her face, she ran from the gazebo, wings extended, and flew into the night to meet with a guard captain over matters Revan was almost certainly sure was concerning him.

That was when her older sister looked the brown haired man dead in the eyes, her own gaze immovable like the mountains of Alderaan. "You. Me. My office. Now."

...

Revan, still wearing nothing but slippers, a robe and his woolen pajama bottoms, sat in a fine leather seat on the opposite end of what seemed to be a very old, yet very well maintained, red wood desk.

Princess Celestia, no doubt the true authority behind this kingdom, sat in silence, her hands in front of her face with her pink eyes that seemed to stare directly into Revan's scarred soul.

Both their faces were only shown through dim candle light found at the right end of the desk, decorated with various bobbles and antiquities of many different ages. Revan himself was in the midst of feeling something akin to an emotion he'd long since thought he'd deadened himself to: fear.

There he was, before the much older, wiser and more powerful sister of the woman that had evidently begun to fall head over heals for the former dark lord of the Sith through no fault of his own, having a rough idea of what conversation was going to take place.

Naturally, he wished it would end as soon as possible. The high princess opened up with a very long breath. "Your name is 'Revan', right?"

"Yes," he answered in a clear tone. "It is."

"Well, Revan," she continued further. "I'm going to ask you a few things. Before you ask, no, you don't have a choice in the matter, because if you decline, then I'll just have to exile you to the dragon lands. Understood?"

Her voice was unshakably strong and commanding, tempered by a full millennium of rule. It was as if she'd been long since used to this type of authority but only exercised it when absolutely necessary. "Understood."

"Good," she cracked a smile for a split second. "I want to ask you first how you came to Equestria."

"I crashed," he began clearly, starting with what he thought caused . "My ship's core went haywire from what I'm assuming was the level of mysticism on this world and couldn't handle it."

"Very well," she wrote it down. "And tell me. Were you running from anything?"

"I'd only recently been defeated by an enemy strike team. It was my intention to make it back to the capital and help lead the war effort."

"There was a war?"

Revan nodded grimly. "Yes," he answered. "One that was in the making for over 300 years that lasted several decades. It began again thanks to a faulty peace treaty."

"I see," she continued to digest the information. "And this war," her voice turned grim as her eyes began to gaze deeper into Revan's in a way that was nothing like what her sister had done. "Did you bring it with you?"

He shook his head. "No, I don't think so. Any ship that crosses this planet's atmosphere will have the same problem I had, chances are," for a split second, he took on a mischievous smile. "Only it would be, ah, not as clean as my landing was. This planet is totally unknown to the rest of the galaxy."

"Mhmm..." she took it all in as good news, though still not totally trusting of the man sitting across from her in the fine, dark leather seat and holding a very skeptical expression. "And which side did you fight on in this war?"

"The side of the light, your highness," he answered. "Though, truth be told, I was willing to use the tactics of the dark against them to end their threat once and for all more than once."

"I think I understand," she nodded. "But there are those who would say that the light is relative and that there is no white or black. Just grey."

"Then those people are fools," he blurted out reflexively. "I've seen the dark. I was manipulated into doing it's bidding and it sent it's armies after me. There is white and black and six shades of grey at most. Not fifty and not a thousand."

That was when his interrogator smiled. "I think that's all I needed to hear, Mister Revan," she offered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she stated plainly. "I still don't entirely trust you, but I can tell that you're something close to what my sister thinks you are," her gaze then went from one of vague approval to one of death. "But don't think this means I won't keep my eyes on you. I don't know how good of a man you are or even if you care for my sister the same way I think she cares for you, but if you do anything to hurt her or betray her, there is not a sun, moon, planet, or falling star you can hide under, on, or over that will let you escape me. I will hunt you down to the edge of the cosmos and turn each arm and leg of yours into nothing but ashe," she began to emphasize each word and Revan felt the weight of each and every syllable. "Then, and only after you have realized the depths of your failure, will you have my permission to die. Are we clear?"

"As crystal," Revan agreed, a measure of trepidation he hadn't felt since we was a padawan.

"Good," she smiled. "Now then, you should get some rest. Princess Luna will be taking you to a tailor in the south to find attire suitable for my birthday tomorrow," the way she said those last couple of words made it sound like she really didn't want the celebration. "As I understand it, she will have you as her honored guest. Meaning you will also need a bodyguard," she gave him a wry smile as she hit a button, opening the door behind the two of them. "I believe you have already met Lt. Soarin' Highwind?"

Author's Notes:

Alright, kind of happy how this turned out. So Celestia is Bane, eh? The quote seemed to fit well enough for all intents and purposes, which is scarring the living Hell out of Revan.

So yeah! Next episode, Revan and Luna go to Ponyville and get an outfit from Rarity! Can't wait to get started on that!

Stay frosty my ponies and remember to comment!

What to Wear...

Brown boot met the tarnished wood of the train station as Revan, Luna, Vinyl Scratch and Soarin' Highwing left the brightly colored, steam powered train.

As the sun shined from the east and across the horizon on the cool Autumn morning, Vinyl Scratch let out a large shout of joy. "Wow, that train was cramped!" She exclaimed as she stretched her arms out as far as she could, her white hoodie shielding her from most of the cold. "Hey, L? Maybe next time you could pull a few strings and maybe not have ride coach?"

The princess smiled as the gang began to move from the train terminal, her charmed silken blue garments protecting her from the chills of the fall. "Personally, I prefer riding in coach," she replied, yawning afterword from the hour long nap she'd taken on the trip. "I am always pampered, so it is nice to get out to see how my subjects travel."

"Well, maybe next time," the blue haired music mage began, now stretching backward and hearing a couple of pops from her spine. "You can ride coach and let me be the one getting pampered."

"I would totally pamper you all night long," muttered the blue winged man with goggles and a flight jacket as a just barely audible level, admiring the musician's stretches with a half cocked grin on his face. His face then went straight ass he realized that his thoughts had become vocalized. "Did I say that out loud?"

"Sure did, Flight Risk," she shot him a grin, throwing her arm right around him, shooting him a grin. "But tell I you what," she moved closer to his hear, beginning to whisper in a more seductive voice, her her hot breath brushing past his cold skin. "You beat Revan in a match, and I might let you 'pamper' me all you want, Kay?"

His heart began to skip a beat as he began to smile. "Doesn't he realize what she just-"

The princess cut off the knight with an amused smile on her face. "Give it a second."

"Oh come on!" The flight officer shouted out at his supposed friends. "No fair!"

"Haha!" Luna let out a laugh. "It's nice to see that we're all fast friends here."

Revan only shrugged with a slightly impish smile on his face, his right arm still half asleep from when Luna fell asleep on his shoulder during the trip. "What are you talking about Luna? Highwind isn't my friend."

Soarin' let out a growl. "That's right. Everyone make fun of the world famous trick flyer. We'll just see if any of you ever get my autograph. Then you'll all be sorry"

"I have one already," Vinyl countered.

"As do I," the princess followed.

"And I'm friends with a princess," Revan began with a shrug. "So I could probably get one if I asked her."

A brief awkward silence ensured. "You guys suck," the flight officer grumbled as the gang moved through the technicolored village.

As the quartet's feet fell to the dirt ground of the small hamlet, Revan couldn't help but think he'd stepped even further back in time to a place that he'd only heard of and seen in holovids passed down over thousands of generations. He smiled as he remembered one of his old friends quips. I was young when Coruscant was a small town with a well", Jolee Bindo had once said. Revan smiled as he couldn't help but think that most of his more painful thoughts from the war.

It was nice.

He smiled fondly at those memories as he continued to pass by a bakery called 'Sugar Cube Corner'. Thet's when Vinyl Scratch spoke up. "So where are we going anyway, Princess?"

She simply kept her head forward as the group followed her through the brightly colored, dirt paved town. "Rarity Belle, Ms. Vinyl," she answered with a smile on her face. "A great tailor, and an even better friend."

Revan only nodded, remembering the recent research he'd done into the subject matter so he wouldn't feel like a child during conversations. "I see. Is she really that good?"

"The best, R!" Vinyl exclaimed, through her white covered arm over the guest to Equestria. "I remember, at the royal wedding? She designed all of the bride's maids dresses! It was wicked cool," then took on a smirk of epic proportions, throwing her arm throwing her arms around the princess and her knight. "But who knows? Maybe this time I'll get to be one of the brides maids wearing the-"

"Vinyl!" Luna called out her plebeian friend, her cheeks now scarlet.

"Alright, alright," she backed off of both of them, throwing her hands up and smiling all the while as she did so. "So the wedding bells are still a ways off, but!" She adjusted her sun-glasses as they began to fall, some how adding to the illusion that she knew exactly how the relationship between the night shepherd and the warrior sage would play out. "That does not, under no circumstance, mean it won't-"

"Lo!" Princess Luna shouted in pure joy that the conversation was over, pointing towards a rounded building, designed after a carousel or a merry-go-round, still a few yards away, but still very much within easy view. "The Carousel boutique!" She grabbed Revan's hand and ran straight for it. "Come, my friend!"

The blue haired young woman just stared at her more regal friend and the man the DJ shipped so hard with her run down the street, away from her inane ramblings of what will happen between the two in the future. "Well I was done talking anyway!" She then turned to Soarin' Highwind. "So what'll you be doin', then, Flight Risk?"

"Hiding, probably," he answered nonchalantly, his hands in his coat pockets and moving his goggles over his eyes.

"Why's that?"

"Ex-girlfriend," he moved his right hand to the back of his head as he looked away. "I... may have left her in the middle of the night and she... may have an older brother twice my size and she... may be one of the-" he left that sentence unfinished as his ears perked up to the sound of galloping, followed soon by the scent of apples. "And that would be my cue to leave!" His wings extended as he took flight into the frosty, blue sky.

Vinyl Scratch only laughed as she moved her own hands into her pockets to keep them warm. "I have the craziest friends," she admitted as she followed the princess and the object of her newly found affections.

...

"Sweetie, be a dear and fetch me that marvelous golden rope, will you?" A high pitched and fanciful voice rung out from the large, spacious room, echoing from a tall and graceful figure with long violet hair and a slim, but not disgustingly so, body, adorned in a simple white dress and eye glasses.

"Yes, Rarity," a much smaller child girl, of maybe eleven to thirteen answer, her own voice sounding more irritated than anything else. She looked to much like her older counterpart to be anything other than her younger sister, even with the marbled style hair.

The pale skinned fashion designer snatched the rope from her apparent sister and quickly knitted it onto a red outfit, complete with a hood and a plain of gold in the middle, bronze buttons. It still was far from finished, but Revan could tell from the look on his hostess-on Luna's face that this was the fledgeling outfit that was intended for the once Sith lord.

"Um... Rarity?" Sweetie called out to her sister, now lost in her art.

"Mhmm..." she bit her thumb as she began to meditate further upon her choice as the golden ropes dangled from the right shoulder, ignoring the pleas of her sister. "Simply divine!"

"Rarity," she asked once more.

"Not now, Sweetie," she waved her away, the violet haired young woman's back to the door. "Big sister is busy!"

"Lady Rarity?" Princess Luna called out this time, smiling like she knew what was going to happen next.

"I said wai-" Her eyes went wide as she cut herself off mid shout, now realizing who it was she was yelling at. "Princess Luna!" she turned around and bowed to the co-regent of Equestria. "I am soooo sorry! I hadn't the foggiest idea that you were here to..." Her voice trailed off as she saw the scarred man next to her, now wearing a small smirk on her face. "Princess? Might that be the man you spoke of in your letter?"

"He is," the night shepherd answered back.

She rose up and approached Revan, her hand now held to her chin. "He is..." she tried to search for the right words to describe him. "Not quite as bold as you led me to believe..."

"Bold?" Revan asked, finally breaking his silence.

"Yes," she continued to walk around him, Revan's own eyes tracking her movements. "The way she described you, I would have thought you were carved from a darkened marble, scarred but crafted as if you were Starswirl the Bearded in his prime..."

The brown haired man looked at his now very flustered friend, her hand now on the back of her head. "Really? Is that right, my princess?"

"I, um..." she began to studder, her face now approaching scarlet and her blue eyes refusing to meet the gaze of the fashion designer she thought was her friend. "It is... I believe more context would be more fair so that..." She cleared her throat. "So, Rarity. How fares your attempts to age your drake friend, Spike?"

Rarity rolled her eyes at her princess's feeble attempts to change the subject, although she chose to indulge them all the same. "It is actually going fairly well, Your majesty," she answered. "By Twilight's estimates, he should be roughly nineteen by dragon standards at this point, granted, there have been..." she paused as if she didn't want to say anything about it, but knew she couldn't back out now, not after she'd just embarrassed the princess like that. "Certain... setbacks."

"Oh?" Luna smiled, raising an intrigued eyebrow at her more plebeian friend. "Pray tell? What kind of set backs?"

Rarity opened her mouth as if to answer, only to be interrupted by a tall, violet reptile holding a small device in his claw. "RARITY!!!" He shouted. "I FIGURED OUT HOW TO SPELL 'BOOBS' ON THE CALCULATOR!!!"

Revan, even risking a broken rib, held his laughter back as the violet haired maiden went red. "The process has... had it's flaws..."

"I can see that," Luna agreed, now finding solace in her payback of her more plebeian friend.

"Well, then, ahem..." she cleared her throat, trying to change the subject. "I suppose you are here for the outfit for Princess Celestia's birthday celebration?"

"Yes, and I must say, Lady Rarity..." she moved past her blue eyed friend to take a gander at the suit. "It is quite splendid. Revan, come over here please," she waved her guest over the outfit. "Is it to your liking?"

The scarred man took a look at both their faces and smiled as he began to circle the suit for himself. From what he could tell, it was similar to old fashioned military dress uniforms from long ago, though he very sincerely doubted that this was to be used for more than show. He also noticed the onyx pants, which he had to admit complimented the red fabric, golden ropes and plains and bronze buttons very nicely, and the same could be said for the coat tails and the red hood hanging from the back.

"This suit..." He smiled as he saw the two woman looking at him, all four blue eyes staring intently into his own, being eaten away on the inside by the anticipation of the mysterious stranger's opinion. "I like it," he uttered as an explosion of joy erupted from behind both of the women's eyes. "When will it be ready, if you don't mind my asking?"

The violet haired young woman named Rarity pushed her glasses up, now wearing a more than slightly arrogant smile across her face. "It shall be ready within three hours! And, whilst my masterpiece is being completed, that shall give you two plenty of time to visit the princess's other friends across our humble little township."

"I really don't think that's necessary, Lady Rarity," Luna raised her hands to deny it. "I mean, we will be so busy planning my sisters celebration and I doubt Revan will enjoy such frivolit-"

"Actually, I wouldn't mind it at all," Revan cut her off with a smile, looking into the cyan eyes parallel to his own. "Seeing your friends actually seems like a nice way to spend the afternoon together."

And, once more like a wookie cub on life day, her eyes glowed with joy. "Well alright, then," she then turned to Rarity, who, judging by the look on her face, had just had a detonated heart. "Ms. Rarity, may I count on you to finish your magnum opus while I take Sir Revan to visit the other bearers of the elements?"

"Princess?" She did a curtsy. "You have my word. This shall be the greatest suit I have ever crafted for man or that I ever will craft for man. Of this, you have my solemn vow!"

"I understand," she nodded with a smile, then turning to her companion. "Sir Revan? Follow. I will take you to see Twilight and the others. I am certain that they will be as a group of friends to you as they were to me."

As they both left the Carousel Boutique, Revan smiled as he opened the door, . "Lead the way, My lady."

Author's Notes:

Alright! So next chapter we'll see how the rest of the mane 6 take to Revan. But it looks like Revan's mind is still somewhat pulled backwards to days gone by! What will happen in the next few chapters? And is Equestria nearly as idyllic as Revan is making it out to be?!

Stay frosty, my ponies, and be sure to comment!!!

Running

A blonde girl in a cowboy hat sat down forcefully and snatched a fresh baked, cherry fritter from the plate on the table inside the bakery known as Sugercube Corner. As she moved her blonde hair to the back of her head to keep it from getting any cherry filling, she took a large bite and then a large gulp of scorching hot cocoa, not even flinching at the scolding heat that would leave even her more hyperactive friend, Pinkie Pie, running to empty a river of it's water.

"Um..." A violet haired young woman in a wool and violet sweater vest and scarf began tentatively. "Applejack? Are you..."

Before she could even finish her sentence the green eyed girl in flannel shot her a death glare, slamming her Styrofoam cup on the off blue table and wiping the burning residue from her lips. "Ah'm pissed is what Ah am!" Applejack answered, glaring down at the table at no one in particular and surrounded by four of her friends.

"S'it still about a Soarin'?" Her best friend, Rainbow Dash, asked, her multicolored, rainbow hair up in a rainbow beanie and her arms firmly in the pockets of her signature brown flight jacket.

She looked straight into her friend and rivals near red eyes and gazed forlornly back at the top of the table, grabbing another of her friend's cups of cocoa and taking another drink. "Bastard left me the night I started talking about commitment," she took another bite and another swig, then just moving the cup in a circular motion, opening her mouth to talk but then choosing not to. "Thinks he can get away with that kind'a bull!"

"You want, AJ," a now quiet girl with long, pink, and curly hair began with a consoling smile. "I'm friends with everyone in town. I know this really nice horse breeder on the other side of town. I know you might not have had the chance to get to know him, but he seems like a really nice guy."

With a smile, the blonde girl looked up to her sincere, pink headed friend and shook her head in decline. "Nah, Pinkie Pie. Ah think Ah'll just go it alone for a lil' while," she then took a sigh. "Ah figure a lil' dry spell never hurt no one."

There was a long pause before pause before Pinkie Pie opened her mouth again. "Hey, AJ? What's a 'dry spell'?"

The poor girl nearly choked on her friend's hot cocoa as her totally naive and tactless friend asked her that, her freckled face now showing as an off shade of red. "Well, Ah... uh... Ah mean..."

That's when her friend in the sweater vest, Twilight Sparkle, opened her mouth, not entirely surprised that she had to give that speech, but still not at all happy about the smorgasbord of awkward that was about to be unleashed. "You see, Pinkie, when two people who love-"

"Greetings, my friends!" The cheery voice of the princess of the night rang with the entrance bell, adorned in an almost silver satin shirt and silk pants woven to be like denim blue jeans. "How do you all fair?"

"Oh thank ya, Sweat Celestia," Applejack muttered to herself, wiping the sweat from her tanned brow and releasing a breath that she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. They all knew that Pinkie Pie was a little slow in regards to her mental maturity, but even if they should have seen her lack of knowledge in... that particular field, they didn't.

Still, none of them were about to look a gift horse in the mouth, and especially not a gift horse in the shape of their friend, the princess. "We're doin' mighty fine here, yer Highness," she lied, still feeling no less awkward from a few seconds ago. "Feelin' a whole heckuva lot better now that yer here, though," she tipped her hat to the noble woman, shooting her a friendly smirk.

"Oh?" The blue haired royal's eyebrow raised in intrigue. "Then, pray tell, would you mind telling me what you were doing?"

The southern belle considered for a moment. "Dodgin' bullets?" Applejack stated simply, her heart's racing now slowing to a much more manageable rate.

"Well, at any rate," she gracefully smiled back to her friends, choosing to take a seat that had more than likely been intended for Rarity who probably got side tracked whilst completing her current project. "It is nice to know that I am the life of the celebration where so ever I go," she joked as she took a seat amongst her more

"Well," a girl of average height in a brown flight jacket and rainbow skull cap began. "It's nice to know you're not lacking for modesty, like me, Princess," she her chair over, dusting off her knuckles and then looking at them like she'd actually done something worth doing that day.

"Eeyup," AJ began, rolling her eyes at her best friend, tempted to up and tip the chair over, literally having no idea why she hadn't done it to her yet. "Ya'll sure know how 'ta keep yer composure'n modest, there, Rainbow," she looked over to her right at the her friend, the ego maniac. "Be a shame if someone went and showed ya a bit'a humility, right now."

The jacketed girl opened her mouth as if to protest, but upon seeing her cowgirl friend's sly smile, Rainbow Dash new she'd be playing right into Applejack's hands if she did so, which would mean that she would lose... and Rainbow Dash absolutely detested losing.

Finally, after maybe five minutes of them all awaiting in the competitive silence brought about by the avatars of loyalty and honesty, loyalty opened her mouth. "Yeah, that door isn't going to open," Rainbow Dash finally admitted as she turned her head back from the general direction of the bakeries front door.

"It's just as well," Luna began. "It has been weeks since I've seen you all, my friends. It is nice to get away from the castle and spend time with you all."

"Hmph," Pinkie Pie huffed at her so-called friend, the princess. "If you were really my friend, you would have let me plan Princess Celestia's birthday party, instead of that super grump, Raven."

They all rolled their eyes at their normally more hyper friend. "Yes, well I simply wanted you to be able to not have to worry about making sure everything was perfect, Pinkie Pie."

"Heh heh," the blonde woman began, throwing her arm around the princess now and going with a somewhat condescending tone of voice. "Princess, if'n ya'll think you can worry Pinkie Pie with plannin' the perfect birthday party, then you two obviously have not spent enough time together."

"Evidently," the princess answered back. "For what it is worth, Pinkie Pie, I offer you my deepest and most sincere apolo-" before she could even finish her apology, she received a face full of her pink hair. Pinkie Pie has surprising upper body strength for a baker, the princess thought to herself.

"Oh yeah, she ain't big on grudges neither," the cowgirl smiled, drinking some of her warm beverage.

"I can see that," she mumbled through the girls very curly and very thick head of hair. "Pinkie Pie... I cannot breathe."

She let her royal friend go in an instant and laughed. "Sorry, Princess! Don't worry! If the party starts to not be so good, then you can count on your Aunt Pinkie to make sure everything goes great!"

The princess then paused, confused. "Pinkie Pie, I am over a millennium older than you!" She struggled to say as the breath began to leave her lungs.

"So, Luna," Rainbow Dash broke the few second long silence. "Twi here says you met someone new in the last few days. You wanna talk about it?"

Luna then looked to her new fellow princess, her wings held closely to her back and drinking her cocoa nonchalantly, actively avoiding eye contact with the princess of the night at all costs, knowing full well that if she acknowledged her existence at this moment, she would end up feeling the scorn of a sorceress that was very many years her superior in the mystic arts. "Yes, Princess Twilight Sparkle certainly says a lot of things, doesn't she?"

"Now don't be breathin' down Twi's back here, yer Majesty," Applejack defended her friend. "Ah mean, shoot, Rarity did kind'a torture the infermation out'a her."

I will then have to remember to have words with Lady Rarity about that later on, Luna affirmed to herself, finally accepting the game of twenty questions she'd have to play at the hands of her friends about the man she had . "Very well, as Rainbow Dash would say... shoot."

"Well," Twilight began, her eagerness belaying any form of professionalism her princess coronation would have gifted her with. "In the letters, you told me that he was a great sage and knight from beyond the stars. What did you mean by that?"

The princess smiled warmly at the reminder. It was true that her time within the unconscious Revan's mind had given her time enough to enter his psyche and view his memories as if they were little more than one of those new 'movies' that had appeared in Equestria in the last few decades, and it was also true that she had made something of a habit of doing so, though more reflexively more than anything.

The man seemed to be plagued with nightmares about his past, Princess Luna admitted to herself. So much like I had been after I was cured of my own nightmarish affliction. "It's just as a said," she began to explain further. "He hails from a world entirely different from our own, and was once a knight of the prestigious Jedi."

"Oooh," Pinkie Pie moaned, her imagination now captivated by her princess's story of her new friend. "What kind of knight?"

"More importantly," Twilight interrupted. "What kind of magic? You said he was a sage in an order of knights, right?" she pushed further. "And if so, what kind of spells does he know?"

Then was the part where Luna began to feel uneasy. "I am... uncertain whether I should continue," she bit her lower lip. "I mean, he does trust me, at least I think he does. I do not think he'd be so keen on allowing me to 'spill his secrets', as it were."

The new princess bowed her head down slightly in disappointment, then back up, realizing that she would still likely be able to meet him later that day. "Well then where is he? He came with you here to pick up that suit from Rarity, didn't he?"

"Well, yes," she began to explain further. "But he said he wanted to 'get a feel' of this town first hand, as he put it, so I allowed him that luxury before the meeting of my closest friends, at least."

"And you trust him that much, Princess?" Rainbow Dash asked, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, you only met the guy a couple of nights ago, and he was out cold for most of it. How do you know he won't try to resurrect King Sombra from the grave or anything while you're not watching him?"

"I am a very good judge of character, Rainbow Dash," she smiled, not explaining anymore than that.

...

The light shined through the open door and a cool autumn wind quickly followed it, bringing with it the golden and brown and orange leaves of the season, sweeping past the brown boots and flowing robe of the man with the shoulder length brown hair. Although no one cared, Revan still smiled at the rather trivial use of his Force powers.

He could hear Bastilla talking down to him even now, telling how the Force is not a toy, and him ignoring her and then her tripping him. Then they'd both laugh it off and she'd help him up.

It's funny, Revan thought as he walked through the small store that evidently only sold sofa's and ancient styled quill pens. I spent three hundred years in stasis, awake for any minute of it, and not once did I use it to reflect on my past.

As he wondered through the shop of interesting combinations, Revan couldn't help but still feel bitter sweet about his whole situation. The biggest war the Galactic Republic had ever seen, or will likely ever see, was being fought right now on countless worlds, and it's greatest commander couldn't be further away from it all.

"But maybe every era needs it's own heroes," he mumbled to himself. Still, he couldn't shake the thought of not belonging here, in this place, with a princess fawning over him for some reason.

He sat down on a average brown love-seat, just large enough for two people and no cup-holders, reclining seats or anything else special and ran his head over his face, grateful for a few moments to himself from the princess. Though Revan was grateful for everything the princess had done for him, he still had a lot to figure out for himself.

Three hundred years and this was the first time to he genuinely had to himself to figure out who he was now and what he was doing. He looked down to his feet and folded his hands together as he smiled bitterly at all of the memories he had to sift through.

There was so much he missed back home and so little peace had been made with all of that. He'd left his wife behind, pregnant with his son, who became chancellor. He gave his everything and his life for the cause, fighting for the white against the black from within the grey.

My son, he thought to himself. Little Vaner. He smiled at how on the nose that name was. Bastilla never was that creative.

Revan then switched to laying down, the cool fabric at his back welcome as a relief from the heavy fabric that made up his robes gifted to him. He was still surprised that Luna had let him go about his own devices, if only for a little while. Although he was less surprised about Soarin' leaving at the first chance. I guess being one of the fastest in Equestria means that you think you can outrun your problems.

"Outrunning problems... heh," he chuckled bitterly again to himself. Well, I guess I'd know more about that than most, wouldn't I? Thought it wasn't like he had a choice, though. He was out stranded on a backwoods planet in the middle of nowhere, unable to repair his ship or anything. Really, he might have died if not for the kindness of the princess, Luna.

That name rung inside his head like an echo in the crystal caves back on Dantooine. She'd taken him in, no questions asked and gave him some of the first piece of mind he'd felt in over three hundred years. She was so different from Bastilla, though, yet so much the same. The inherent strength of character without the incidental coolness of his late and great loves naturally distant persona. She lacked the self righteousness, but still had all the kindness.

He could tell that his new friend amongst the royalty of Equestria was afraid of something, too. That much was plain as day, or night, as it were. But even in her fear, she'd been so kind and graceful. Princess Luna became the first friend he'd had in years. She was like Meetra Surik, who had once been exiled, and Bastilla Chan, his beloved, all at the same time. Luna was strong and kind, but fearful too. She was alien, but ultimately familiar to him at the same time, and it left him both scarred and attracted to her.

She'd been so much like Revan himself had been when traversing the galaxy in search of the Star Forge.

One more thing that he could tell was that she felt something kindred with someone so mysterious. She felt safe and cared for around him and, as Revan felt a smile creep onto his face, he realized he started to care about her to, and that's when he realized something else.

I should get her something nice, he announced to himself. Something to show her how I grateful I am for everything she'd done for me in the past few days.

And so he arose from the small sofa, less long than he was tall, and made his way to the brown haired man standing at the cash register. "Hello, Sir!" He asked, happy to see a potential customer. "Might I interest you in a fine sofa or several of the best quill pens the world over? Plucked from only the finest swans in all of Prance?"

Why is everything here a horse pun? Revan asked himself before realizing that he was getting sidetracked. "No thanks," he waved his hand, his voice clear as the cold air outside. "I was actually hoping to see if this town had a smith of some kind?"

"Ah," he replied back. "Well, there is the place run by Wrought Iron, right next to the bar at main and fifth street," he scratched his chin. "Why? You don't look like the kind that needs a weapon."

Revan just laughed. "Heh. I don't need a weapon to defend myself," the sofa/quill guy suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Besides, it's not for me. It's for... someone else."

"Well, he also does silversmithing, so you should be fine," then he smiled. "Why? Hot date?"

"Nothing so extravagant, no," he said, not considering that he was, in fact, her date to her sister's first birthday celebration in over one thousand years. "I just want her to know that I appreciate her."

"Ah!" He gripped onto his white shirt and brown vest. "To be," he looked at Revan, trying to gauge him. "Late middle aged and to be in love!"

I'm not that old, dammit!

"Why," he began again, feeding his theatricality way to much. "I remember when I dear mother, at the age of forty eight, found love once more! She was hardly a spring chicken, mind you, but when she found the man she loved she..." he opened his eyes to see the bearded and scarred man had left. "And he's gone... great," he then took a long look around his limited inventory and frowned. "Why do I only sell two different things?"

The cool air of the fall hit Revan in the face like a swoop bike as he exited the unique store and entered once again the cold November afternoon. To be totally honest, it had been years since he actually felt the sensation of a natural environment that could create cold naturally, his years in a waking stasis not withstanding. There was the time he helped Canderous retrieve the helm of Mandalore, but he didn't count that.

He smiled, realizing that the only reason he didn't count that was because he wasn't being shot at by anything. He sighed, noting how weird his life was if he considered not being shot at by anything or anyone a novelty.

"Just a day in the life of a living legend, I guess," he smiled, stroking his ego as he walked across the dirt roads of the small town of Ponyville. He kept moving, though, keeping his eyes out for a the smithy right next to a bar at fifth and main.

"And there it is," he announced under his breath, finally seeing the tall pillar of smoke and a brick building. That was when he read the sign of the building. "Wrought Iron's Wrought Iron: The Best Wrought Iron this side of Saltlick City," he let out a chuckle at how ridiculous the naming schemes on this world worked. But he set aside those thoughts of ridicule as he walked through the heavy oaken door, not anywhere near needing replacing but still showing scars of the ages all across it's front, it's doorknob much newer than the wooden entrance, obviously.

His hand going over the doorknob, he opened the door to see a rather bright room, lit by red fire light and heard the clanging of hammer on steel being pounded by a much more petite form than Revan would have expected in this occupation.

"Chalk one up for a primitive equal rights movements," he said under his breath as he took a look at all the metallic works of art.

He could honestly say that he was taken aback by the quality of the work, from rapiers to the great, two-handed zweihanders and claymores. Looking at the jewelry of silver and gold, he could tell just by looking at them that there was an inherent love and quality placed within each and every golden amulet and silver chain.

Revan reached for one to get a better look at the symbol emblazoned on a platinum amulet that looked particularly nice. "Don't touch that," a patient voice rung out from the far side of the room as the hammer continued to fall upon the tempered steel.

"I'm sorry?" Revan apologized, not really sure why he couldn't touch the merchandise.

She lifted up the visor shielding her face, revealing raven black hair as she dipped the sword she was working on in the water, a hiss not unlike a lightsaber leaving the cool liquid. The woman who was undoubtedly Wrought Iron walked towards Revan, taking off her heavy gloves and wearing nothing by a small but heavy tank top underneath her apron. "Just because I make some of the most durable metal work in Equestria doesn't mean I like finger prints on it," she then looked him over, her green eyes tracing his body and showing a small look of disdain. "Especially not from some pampered Canterlot knight that thinks he can run rough shot over my store."

Revan lifted an eyebrow, choosing to let that remark go. "Excuse me?" He asked, moving his hand from the piece of fine jewelry.

"But maybe I'm wrong," she admitted, her head low enough to meet even Revan's shoulders. "Maybe you're just a guy that likes dress in his PJ's. So tell me..." she placed her apron and her gloves on a nearby table. "Why are you here, Twinkle Toes?"

He just glared at her, keeping his eyes on hers, knowing how difficult it must have been for most men hear not to ogle her. Then again, she did seem the type to throw a knife at any eying of her assets without permission. "My name is Revan. I came here to get a gift for a friend of mine."

She rolled her eyes, looking through some of her merchandise for the right gift. "Well, what is it? Guy or chick?" She began to sort through some varying things of gift quality.

"A girl, actually," he kept his tone calm. "She did me a favor and I wanted to make it up to her."

"Well then," she went back to the jewelry. "I have some nice rings and necklaces that she'd like just-"

"I was really hoping for something a bit more..." he turned his gaze to a very nicely done claymore. "Practical."

Wrought Iron's face softened a little bit just then. "So you have a girl in the army?" She went over to her best weapons. "Well, that's worth something nice, I figure. I remember back when I was a kid. My mom was in the guard back during the dragon incident. Dad sent her a set of his best armor and weapons to make sure made it back alright to raise her kid," she let out a chuckle. "But you probably didn't show up here to listen to a black smith wax on nostalgically," she sighed. "So what kind of sword?" She asked, beginning to list off a few different kinds of blades as she walked through her collection. "I'll make just about anything. Claymores, rapiers, you name it."

Revan began to think about the first time he really met the princess in a sparring match that was a mere dance to her, wielding a... "Do you make zweihanders, by any chance?"

She smiled. "So she's big and strong," she looked Revan over again. "Must be hard on you the nights you go for candle light dinners," she laughed, elbowing him in the stomach and evidently not hearing the part about her just 'doing Revan a favor'. "You might be tougher than I thought, Twinkle Toes," she then took a piece of paper out from her tank top and unfolded it at least eight times as she set it out on the table. "So I can give you something standard and she should be fine with it, but I can also go deluxe..." she flipped through a few pages. "Which would probably make her happy enough to fall on your sword," Wrought Iron smiled at her dirty joke. "You can also go custom, but how far you can go depends on how much you can pay. So," she then stood up straight and looked up to Revan. "How much can you pay?"

Revan smirked at her eagerness to craft him a sword for Luna. Luckily, he'd anticipated this. He reached for his lightsaber and began to take it apart with the Force, levitating all the pieces and components in front of the young smith, obviously not impressed by a little telekinesis in a world where such was so common. From the center, he chose a gem that he'd had with him since his journey to Tatooine: the krayte dragon pearl.

"How much will this cover?" He reassembled his saber and handed the pearl over to the smith.

She grabbed it, very skeptical about the worth of that pearl. Quickly, she took a looking glass out of her back pocket and began to inspect it. "It's larger than most pearls I've ever seen..." she began her synopsis. "But damn near flawless. And there's something about it..." she smiled. "It's got a warmth to it. Not like sunshine, but more like..." she stopped herself from zoning out. "Alright, Twinkle Toes," she put the pearl in her pocket. "With a payment like that, I can give you anything you want on your girls sword. Special nickle alloy. Gold and silver engraving. Maybe even a sapphire at the center," she went back to the table where her apron and gloves were, though she didn't stop talking. "Although it might help to know what she's into. For personalization."

Revan figured that it couldn't help to tell her that much. "She's a high ranking noble with an affliction for the moon," he answered.

Wrought Iron hesitated, but only for a second, her smile growing even further across her tanned face, showing an eagerness that she hadn't displayed in a very long time. "Well then," she began, her joy very clearly infecting her voice. "Come back in a day or two and I'll have a sword unlike any other for your girl."

"I'll be waiting," Revan said as he left through the door to the outside, Wrought Iron now scattering to gather all of the necessary supplies for the blade that will no doubt become her magnum opus.

"By the way," he heard her strong voice sound off once more before Revan left her shop. "They say that a meteor went down a few days ago up north in the Everfree," his ears perked up, at least as much as they could for a human. "You bring me back some of the metal from the crash site, I'll see that you get a discount if you ever get to be a repeat customer."

"A meteor in the Everfree," he repeated, very much intrigued. The once Jedi knew exactly what it was, of course: the remnants of his ship, the Ebon Hawk. He knew there was no chance of ever getting fixed on this world, but still, the idea of going back to one of the only stable homes he'd ever had... How could he say no to that? "What if the metal's to tough for you to hammer?"

He didn't even have to see her face to know she was smiling. "Twinkle Toes, there is not a metal on the periodic table of elements that I can't work with. You got me?"

Revan smiled back at her, barely able to hide his intrigue at what she had just said. "I'll see what I can do," he answered back as he opened the door back to the cold outside.

The sun then hit him square in the face, forcing him to shield his eyes from it's glaring ferocity. There was a distinct contrast between the fiery heat of the forge and the brutal cold of the November here, but that wasn't what occupied his mind.

"My ship," he whispered to himself. He could see the small bakery that Luna had told him to meet her at from there, but this, he thought, took precedent. "Sorry, Luna. Meeting your friends will have to wait."

Author's Notes:

I am sorry this one took so long!

College stuff and what not, you know?

So... Revan got some decent development this chapter. We got a good look in what's going on in his mind and next chapter?

Next chapter is when he finally confronts his past and what Luna ultimately means to him with the Ebon Hawk and the Everfree!

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A Horrizon of Ruby and Bronze

It was a frigid fall day when Revan, once dark lord of the sith and Jedi, decided to stand up Princess Luna of the night.

Moving through the brown, rolling hills, coated with grass that was either long since dead or vaguely green weeds that were currently dying, he realized that treating his host like that, after she'd given him everything he had needed, may not have been the wisest course of action.

But, if anything could ever be said about Revan, it was that he was first and foremost a trailblazer, with friends usually only coming in at a close second, accidentally inadvertently though that result usually turned out.

"Well," he shrugged, moving the thought far in the back of his head and shielding his eyes from the glaring golden sun. "Too late now to worry about it now," he thought to himself nonchalantly, the knowledge that he should have gone to the princess by now constantly reverberating throughout the back of his mind, coupled with the regret of the earned ire of his host and the guilt of both mingling together like a high proof drink.

The air filled his lungs as he rubbed his hands together for warmth and focused inward to use the Force as a way of keeping himself comfortable, realizing that, in retrospect, it may have been a good idea to either check what the weather was like north of Ponyville so that he might have prepared accordingly. He simply shrugged it off, though, and made an internal pact with himself to just move onward as best as he could. "If some chilly weather is the worst of my problems," he began, staring into the wild and untamed everfree and remembering the stood-up princess. "Then chances are, I'll be alright."

Then he saw it, the monolithic forest that held a key to both a familiar feeling awakening within him and a personal darkness rustling in his soul. An unfamiliar chill ran down his spine, not from the cold, however, or from being nervous. In fact, it was something that was usually more alien to him than most of the worlds he’s visited throughout his long life. “Fear? Huh,” he mused, running his hand through his hair and remembering how many times he’s come to feel that since he’d landed upon this world.

That frightened him as well.

“It’s probably nothing the great Revan can’t handle,” he smiled as he eased himself, his newly found anxiety with confidence laced with caution beginning to take domination of his current state of mind. With a final sigh, he resolved himself to get a move on and enter the eldritch place, knowing that if he didn’t at least make the effort to find some measure of peace with his past, then it would be impossible to imagine any kind of future, with or without standing next to the princess with the indigo wings.

“And if some animal or monster is now living in the Hawk,” he continued to reassure himself. “Then it’s nothing my lightsaber can’t handle,” but the more he spoke, the more hollow his words began to feel, like there was some nagging sensation in the back of his mind screaming at him that this was a bad idea and tugging on every, last part of his brain primitive enough to run from a disaster and steer it away from the crashed glory of the most technologically advanced ship wreck on this backwater world, but refused. Not so much because he had deadened himself to feeling fear over the course of the hundred years and wars he’s existed through, but simply because there was only a very select few enemies that he’d ever faced that he could not prevail against. More to the point was that he would never forgive himself if he just walked away from finding his ship and coming to terms with its, and by extension, his friend’s and crew’s, death.

But the nagging wouldn’t subside. Instead, it only kept pursuing him as he pursued his downed ship, and now matter how many walls of vines he crawled through, how many roots worthy of the trees of Kashyyyk he climbed over or how many branches he had to weave past, Revan could not outrun the constant feeling within the back of his mind that there was something more to this forest than he had ever given credence to the thought of.

And as the darkness, not simply metaphorical but literal at this point, began to encroach upon the older man, Revan could not help but reach out for his newly named lightsaber, Fire-Fang, as an object to see by.

“Not exactly what a saber is meant for,” he mused to himself, beginning to justify the use of a sacred weapon as little more than a flashlight and the distinctive snap-hiss sound and violet light emanating from the blade. “But it should work for all intents and purposes.”

*snap*

He turned a hard left, the sharp sound reverberating throughout the innards of his head and widening his eyes as though he’d been the apex predator of this world, hunting for his sinner. “Who’s there?” He asked once, brandishing out his violet weapon of choice, keeping her position disciplined and level to the Earth.

Briskly and quietly, he moved as if he’d been turned from the apex hunter to the hunted, augmenting his already admirable hearing and vision with the Force, or at least as much as he’d been comfortable using. He was still a stranger to this world and it was practically drowned in the power of the universe, after all.

"Where are you?" He shouted once more, hearing his own voice echo throughout the woods now, the cawing of the crows from on high followed only seconds after, his desire for a battle growing with each moment, losing himself in own cocktail of anger, fear anxiety and uncertainty and his rage continuing to build up further and further.

*snap*

A deep breath was taken as Revan swung his saber with all the speed of contained lightning, keeping his movements tightly within the frenzied discipline of juyo, but losing some form and grace with each passing iota of a second. “You can try to kill me!” He parroted the words he’d once said to a gang of Sith students at the Korriban monastery back during the Jedi Civil War. “You will fail, but you can try!”

The sounds of the haunted and eldritch forest began to sharpen as the sounds of every bird, beast and reptile, from the manticores to the rattlesnakes, stopped simply being ‘background noise’. His heart began to beat faster and faster and this entire world slowing down as he began to feel asphyxiated by the dark side that he’d found so prevalent within these woods. Revan’s eyes darted back and forth, as well, feeling a shadowed miasma like this since he’d been in the presence of the Sith Emperor all those years ago, only to lose it all for almost nothing.

“I SAID WHO’S THERE-” He’d begun to ask one more time before falling back into a pit of mud.

Wet dirt seemed to cover almost all of his body, from his boots to his tunic and some of the grit and the grime even made it to the skin underneath the clothing, all simply from being set on edge and losing his balance.

He shook his head hard in disgrace, feeling the indignity at what had just happened, knowing for a fact that someone out there was laughing hard at him and the disgraceful performance that he’d just displayed.

"Dammit," Revan muttered as he rubbed the mud his eyes, not sure in the slightest at what had just happened, only knowing that it had something to do with a darkness strong enough to make the everfree feel like another planet entirely by comparison to the world of Equestria. He let out a long sigh. "What the Hell is going on here?" he asked himself as he deactivated his lightsaber,knowing the heat would only cause the mud and the muck to dry faster upon him. "I feel like a damn padawan taking the trials,” he took a long sigh, remembering his breathing exercises from his training all those centuries ago, forcing his mind to stand still and take in his surroundings. “When did I get so jumpy?"

Ignoring the filth on him for the most part and removing only the choice bits that would have caked on his joints and impeded his movements, Revan kept on his journey, feeling but trying to shut out the continuing flood of the darkside around him. Even with as much knowledge as the scarred man possessed of the more heinous side of the energy that bound all living beings together. “I can’t let this place get to me again,” he thought aloud, feeling as if all of his vast knowledge had begun to fail him.

“This place...” he began trailing off in his sentence, leaving behind his snared robe and coming to a decision. “I need to be more careful here, try not to rely too much on the force, lest I throw something off balance her-”

“And where do you think you are going, Sir Revan?” A voice now matching the cold surroundings called out.

“Damn,” Revan mumbled as he turned around to see the mighty flapping wings of the night shepherd, Princess Luna, clad within her by now signature casual silk jeans and t-shirt and her arms crossed of seeing Princess Luna, clad in her silk jeans and all of her regal glory, arms crossed and staring down at the now grungy and obscenely dirty middle aged man. The middle aged man then humored himself with a smile. “Took you long enough.”

Luna only arched a single, unamused eyebrow at him. “You stood me up,” she bluntly stated, her expensive shoes finally making contact with the corpse of dead flora. “After you clearly stated your intent on meeting my friends, you stood me up, embarrassing my in front of all my closest companions, outside of my own dear sister, minder you,” she paused to take a breath as she landed on the leaf covered forest floor. “Pray tell, Sir Revan,” he could sense that she was saying ‘Sir Revan’ with a lot less respect and veneration at this point, although it may have been just a hunch. “Why?”

“Something came up,” Revan turned around, bluntly answering her inquiry, still trying to navigate between the vines and the roots of the tainted woods, both of them ignoring the sorry shape his garments were in, mud coated everything and missing cloak.

“That is all you have to say for yourself?” Luna pushed, feeling a great level of embarrassment at having her friends believe her to be bringing a new friend, someone she greatly admired, into their lives only for him to make the executive decision not to be there. “‘Something came up’?”

He hesitated to answer for about two seconds. “Yup,” Revan bluntly admitted finally, feeling the stern trunk of what must have been an ancient tree, though nowhere near the age of the towering forests of Kashyyyk. “My ship crashed out here, didn’t it?” He changed the subject as he made the leap to a large branch, now making the effort to climb so as to get a better view and scope of the woods he was in, hoping to spend as little time there as possible.

“I…” Luna hesitated, feeling that both the tables had been turned and that she should have been straight with her guest from the very beginning about this new discussion topic. “There are many ships that crash in the Everfree, Sir Revan. Some of them are built to last, while others are,” she was only met with silence, the realization dawning on her that she’d already lost this verbal bout when she chose to hesitate at his question. "I did, but tell me, my Knight, is it really necessary for you to leave?” her eyes burst open, the realization of the implication of what she’d just implied dawning on her. “For your ship, I mean?”

She received no answer, but Luna had known that she’d emoted enough within those last few questions for him to be aware of her true intent, if the previous night had not made him all knowing of her feelings for him already. Luna of the night had known that she’d been perhaps laying it on, as Vinyl would say, ‘a little thick’, but she ignored her friend’s advice by and large, and now was no exception, especially now, given the gift of a man who could comprehend her pain and whom she was capable of helping herself.

Luna let out a weary sigh, making sure to mark each reason why she might have fallen so head over heels for the mysterious stranger so fast, taking mental notes on what, pray tell, forced him to strike such a chord with the demi-goddess of the moon, and then she knew.

It was as if he had seen the whole universe and had done it all and seen it all. The way Revan walked, the careful and calculated motion and skill he took with each and every step, and the way he spoke, how his voice seemed to possess an authority reserved for only her sister and the mightiest of kings and emperors, led to the conclusion within the night shepherd’s mind that he, may have in fact, had done it all and seen it all. Truthfully, had he been born an Equestrian, she would have sworn that Revan was the reincarnation of Starswirl the bearded and Commander Hurricane themselves, mixed within a single package of unbridled wisdom and unknown reserves of unfathomable power.

It was then that Revan, grabbing onto an emerald coated branch, finally saw the light of day. A tremendous feeling of great warmth surged over his body, flooding past his residual stubble and into his scars. An endless horizon of ruby red and gold and bronze stretched as far as either of them could stand to see as the sun began to set over on the western side of the nation, showing that it had been nearly time for Luna to act upon her own duties as her sister had taken up her own, but the moment was allowed to pass.

Revan opened his mouth briefly, seeing the very evident impact only half of a mile away. His mouth closed, as if he had wanted say something, but didn’t, instead choosing to allow his movements and his silence to act in a way that his mouth was unable to.

“Revan?” Luna asked after him, spreading her wings and rising towards him. “You know you can never go back home, do you not?” her voice took a softer tone, still having the comforting resonance akin to when she’d aided the young winged girl, Scootaloo, with her own personal demons. “You must understand, Revan. My world, Equestria… it cannot-”

“I’m well aware of the situation, Luna,” he interrupted, softly though, truly knowing that an underdeveloped world such as this would never be able to bring him back home before he died of old age. “But going back to my ship…” he took a deep breath, his speech slowing down as more and more memories of his past began to flood back in the forefront of his mind. “It’s something I need to do... for me,” he added on, taking a long silence, then opening up again. “All my life, I’ve fought harder, learned faster and thought quicker than anyone around me. I’ve stopped wars and started them even worse. I’ve even killed some of my closest friends in my bid for power, but I want…” he thought deeply for moment, pondering upon what he’d truly wanted. “I want to leave it all behind me, Luna. The killing, the responsibility and the power. I just need it all to end, I just need-”

“You need closure,” Luna summarized, putting his thoughts into a single word. A small twinge of disappointment began to worm its way through her skull. Though she knew this man’s past nearly as well as he did from those few times she’d entered his dreams and nightmares, the thought had never occurred to her just how broken he might have become from the experiences. There was the last night they’d spent together within the gazebo, surely, but Princess Luna hadn’t the foggiest idea of what all those memories must have weighed on Revan’s broad shoulders.

It only served to remind her that, while she knew his past, there was still much that she needed to learn about the man that it had belonged to.

“I need closure,” he agreed, looking down, the cool wind brushing his clothes and moving them with the breeze and closing his brown eyes to keep them from feeling the stinging chill of the autumn and knowing that, while it had been 300 years since the death of most of his friends, save maybe the wookiee, this was the first time that he’d actually had the time to process and sift through all of his mistakes. There was a gnawing, unrelenting sensation of lust in the pit of his mind and in the back of his stomach.

The cyan eyes of the princess fell to the roof of the great, dark forest. The desire for closure, for tying up loose ends had been something that ate at her as well. The deep, unrelenting pain still resided within the soul of the goddess, like a poison with no antidote or anti-toxin. “Then I will help you, Sir Revan,” Luna promised, her silken face moving upwards towards the rampant sunshine over yonder, a new sense of determination dominating the young woman.

“You sure?” the man asked. Revan had been on many journeys, and if there had ever been anything he’d found particularly frustrating, it had been the advent of the random passerby constantly asking for his aid. Though there had always been a reward, surely, but the fact had always remained that he’d somehow exhibited a certain... aura about him, like the entirety of his existence had been built upon the need and the desire to help others, no matter how far he’d have to go out of his way to ensure that their issues had been dealt with. “There’s no guarantee that we’ll make it back by the time the train leaves, Princess,” Revan argued further, the knowledge of the irritation of going out of ones way could leave behind in a person. “And you are planning your sister’s birthday party, after all.”

“Revan, my dear Revan,” Luna placed her hand upon the brown clad shoulder of the once jedi knight, folding her grand wings behind her as her feet, like steel with the appearance of porcelain, made contact with the viridian forest roof top. “You think that, simply because I am at peace with this new life among the future, that I have no regrets? No…” her right hand slid down to grasp his own. “My knight, you should take solace in the fact that there is so much that I miss from my own life that I may never make peace with. My teacher, Starswirl the Bearded, may the stars rest his soul,” a tear began to fall from the eye of the princess. “He perished upon his bed, regretful in the knowledge that one of his greatest students had become a beast with the gift of words, wishing naught but death and chaos upon the home she’d once so proudly fought for and defended. “Everyday, though I still have my new friends and my sister to comfort me, I miss him and others so very dreadfully, but their times have all long since passed into the sands of time and into the pages of history,” she then looked up to Revan, whom had been no doubt digesting everything she’d been saying. “If I can help a friend so that they may never feel such an injustice upon themselves, if I can save you, the only man alive who can possibly relate to what I have been through, as both a leader of men and a fallen hero, then I ask you, Revan, why would I not?”

“I… I don’t know,” the man struggled with his own feelings, once again curious as to how this young woman had been able to worm her way deeper within his heart, feeling a certain fondness growing, although it wasn’t merely infatuation beginning to build up within the man’s psyche. No, it was something much more difficult for him to come by.

Respect. That’s the word., he answered to himself.

“Then come, Revan,” Luna commanded, a great smile on her alabaster face, waving her hand and cutting a great swathe through the leaves and the branches of the everfree. “I know you may need to thank me for all this great advice, and believe you me, it shall not come cheap in the days ahead, but…” quickly and over her shoulder, she shot him a warm grin, instilling in him the belief that everything on his shoulders would soon weigh a little less. “This one may be considered ‘on the house’, as Vinyl would say. Now follow me, we have some unfinished business to attend to, do we not?”

All Revan could do, aside from watching his footing atop the canopy of the natural Equestrian Flora, is smile. “Yeah, let’s go,” he agreed. “And Luna?”

“Hmm?” She turned her head, slightly.

“Thank you, for everything.”

…

In the beginning, there was nothing, save the cold, frigid winds of the arctic north and the shattered shell of a mad man thought vanquished by mere children and a forceful blizzard that sent his crumbling remnants to the four corners of the frozen tundra, long thought dead by the each and every being that knew his name, from his subjects to his rivals.

As the frozen winds of Hell’s ninth circle gathered, however, so to did the mind of a man that most had assumed dead. First, there was only a black snowflake that fell to the desert of ice and frigid snow, then came another, and then a third, and finally, as if driven by the will of a mad god, a small flurry of darkened ice crystals began to converge on but a single place.

Then came a haggard breath that brought a new life to a mad dog. At first, it had simply been the desire to hunt down and to kill everything that every opposed him, but rage soon gave way to reason as a blood scarlet cloak formed upon the his wide shoulders, followed by the Stygian armor, crafted from the iron and of the bones of his last great adversary over one thousand years ago.

Finally, cunning came as a plan began to form within his once shattered, splintered mind as his metallic grieves began to march across the frozen and near blinding horizon. As his eyes bled a green and violet light, he moved like a wraith through the frozen landscape of the desolate wasteland of the subzero temperatures, moving as if he had but one purpose with the tenacity of a raging minotaur and the pride of an alicorn princess.

So he moved, and he kept moving, his dark magic keeping him warm and knowing that if he was ever to take back what was rightfully his, if he was ever to cast down those oppressive royals who were angered by his own ability to touch the sun, then he would need allies.

He would need an army, and if his ancient knowledge was still of any use beyond his power in the arcane and forbidden magics, then he knew exactly where to find one.

Over one thousands years ago, the royal sisters sought to eliminate any threat worth their attention, either through coercion or by their magical might, should their hand’s had been forced. Through campaign and negotiation, the two had always been able to find a way to defeat their adversaries, save the their icy brethren of the north.

As his thick, metal jacketed boot crunching snow of the encampment, his red cape flowing through the blizzard, he could not help but feel a small sense of satisfaction all those around him gazed upon his mighty and towering frame, doing nothing save simply standing there, as they’d been frozen in place by their own fear, unable to move themselves or thaw their joints with their rage to try stop or attack the deposed leader from moving any further throughout their home.

The scarlet caped king could only smile at that, feeling some sadistic pleasure in knowing that, while he might not be at his full strength, he knew very well that it was growing. He also knew that power meant more than simply magical aptitude. It also meant having a legion of followers willing to lay themselves down for your supreme will, and after today, he intended to become very powerful indeed.

…

“There it is, Revan,” Princess Luna revealed the down and dead space freighter, it’s once orange paint now charred to nothing more than one of the darkest blacks that the moon maiden had ever bore witness to and it’s frame now contorted and broken beyond any plausible thought of repair. As her feet made contact with onyx colored earth beneath her and the small fires still blazing around the crashed vessel, a new feeling of anxiety marched within her head, singing a chorus of uncertainty. “I know this was my idea, but…”

“But…” he imitated her trailing off, not taking his eyes off the once proud Ebon Hawk for a moment, it’s disgraced landing weighing heavy on his soul. He had been through so much on that ship, from escaping death countless times to saving the galaxy with the help of hit’s mighty engines, vastly overpowered for the size and class of the ship.

“But,” she continued, keeping her chest puffed up and on her guard as much as she could be. “I am… uncertain around this ‘Ebon Hawk’, as you called it on the way here,” Revan turned to her, swearing that he’d just heard a vague trembling in her voice, starkly contrasting with the resolved tone of only a half an hour earlier. “This place, your ship… does it not feel as if something is wrong?”

“What do you mean?” He inquired, feeling something as well but wishing to gauge the opinion of the princess.

“I feel… cold, Revan,” she answered. “I feel hate and pain, much the same to what I experienced lost in my time as a nightmare, but… different, as if the emotions inside were fighting each other on an entirely platonic level,” she looked to him, an expression of recognition painted plain as day on his face, viewing it as one of the loose ends he’d come here to tie. “Is this what it feels like to dance along the edge of both sides of your ‘Force’, Revan?”

“All the time,” he answered plainly, finally moving from his near statue like position and through the mire and the muck of the crash landed starship, firmly gripping the side of the once proud vessel, searching for the emergency access way that had been built atop the roof of the ship. It was true that the crash might have totally mutilated the outside of his ship, but he had to make the try, if only to find some solace in knowing he’d made the effort. He smiled bitterly, remembering the first time he’d broken into the Ebon Hawk, three centuries ago when he’d stolen the ship from Davik Kang of the Exchange crime syndicate. How ironic it was, then, Revan began to muse, that now I need to break into it when I have nowhere to go and no one is in danger, when at first, the Sith were bombing the planet when I entered the Hawk’s halls for the first time.

“Wait, Revan!” Luna called after him, reaching for him with her left and keeping her right close to her chest, still reeling in the uncertainty and the fear of the moment. “Do you even know what you will find in there?! Have you the foggiest conception of what lurks within it’s walls?!”

Standing atop the ship, his back facing the princess and sweet coating his brow, he looked up, struggling to come to mind with a thoughtful answer, but in the end, nothing came, save a cryptic response that would have made his own Jedi master, Kriea, proud of him. “The only thing in there, Luna,” he began to answer as he reached for the entrance to the innards of the veteran freighter. “Is what I take with me. I’m sorry, but I need this.”

As the mysterious man descended into the depths of the alien technology, into it’s darkened halls and began to wonder through it’s decayed electronics, all Luna could do was give a defeated whisper. “But I need you…”

…

The first contact of his leather jacketed feet to the cold metal floor created a resonating echo throughout the hawk. Standing tall once more, the traveling noise seemed to circle back to him, but then, he shouldn’t have surprised by that, given the Ebon Hawk’s interior.

He moved through the ship, quiet as the still air just before battle and sifting through the ancient memories of a time long since past. In truth, within the place that had once been his home, he never felt more unwelcome, as if he were a wraith amongst the ghosts of a world long since dead through a tragedy not of it’s doing, but of someone elses.

Moving passed the medical bay, the vivid imagery of an old and crazy grey jedi presented itself as vividly as any oil painting from Alderaan. The stories of how he’d been a smuggler, fallen in love, fought that love and spared her life, only to go on and kill more, still rang within Revan’s ear drums.

“I don’t care who you were!” Revan turned around briskly, hearing an all too familiar voice from all to long ago. Assuming he’d gone mad, he stilled his breathing, only to hear the roar of a wookie talking about grenades and how he’d already given Revan enough. “You’re our friend now!”

The message finished as the words of the blue twi'lek, Mission Vao, reverberated throughout the charred husk. Her brother asking for money for his botched attempted to get rich with Tarisian Ale and the 400 credits he’d still owed Revan was still a thought that would cross his mind on occasion. “Jokes on him, I guess,” he chuckled at the dark humor of his once good friend’s brother long sense being as dead as the trees that Revan had crashed into.

But he didn’t come here to reminisce about his friends, except maybe one in particular. Bastila had been more than just a friend, though, and as the jedi wandered through the hallowed halls of what he may eventually consider a personal memorial to his friends and allies and droids, a monument to the courage and dedication of two soldiers, a fledgling smuggler, a renegade jedi padawan, a wookie and two droids, one of which having a very itchy trigger finger, he knew that Bastila Shan was the one, true reason he’d come here.

So, finally finding the cockpit of the Ebon Hawk, Revan, the Revanchist, Darth Revan, the Butcher of Malachor, and the Prodigal Jedi, went down to his knees and folded his damaged hands together, still feeling the sting of both the cold and the journey here, to this place of remembering.

Closing his eyes, he began to focus on an order for older than any jedi or sith holocron. “There is no ignorance, there is knowledge,” his first words of meaning sense entry onto the hallowed grounds were something that no living jedi, save Revan, knew. “There is no fear; there is power,” they were words that connected more deeply within him than any words that the Sith, of his own or of the Empire’s, could ever reach. “I am the heart of the Force. I am the mystery of the darkness,” winds swirled around him, his emotions, all the love and the anger and all of his sorrow, fueling them. “In balance within chaos and harmony,” Revan’s voice lowered, now realizing how far he was to the edge and he calmed himself. “Immortal in the Force.”

As the winds subsided completely, another voice rung out, though it was no memory and it was far too loud and clear to be any illusion brought about by the possible ensuing madness of Revan’s current state of mind. “Oh no…”

Across the room stood a man from his past.

Him.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

…

“I should have known I’d find you here,” a strong, authoritative voice sounded off from behind Princess Luna, who’d been sitting on a moss covered log, long since tired of standing, even with full knowledge that her body could take much more punishment than simply being ‘tired from standing’. “Although, to be honest, I’d hoped I was wrong in this.”

“Sister,” Luna responded, long having sense known that her sister would have tracked her down to this place and having a good enough idea of how her sister operated to deduce that. “It would appear as though you were right on this as well.”

Princess Celestia took a deep sigh, choosing a spot yet untouched by the green moss of the wild and untamed forest to sit her plain, cotton jeans on and leaning back, admiring the sunshine that she’d brought about perhaps seven hours earlier. “So you knew I’d come here, Luna?”

“How could I not?” the younger of the two countered, her eyes remaining on the ship. “You implied it heavily enough that his ship crashed to the north of a small town in the south. We arrive to a small town in the south, and you expect him not to attempt to investigate?” Princess Luna purposefully left out the part about Revan not entirely knowing whether or not it was actually his ship that crashed there. There was something enticing about knowing her sister thought Revan was more powerful and dangerous than he actually was, although she had to admit, that could have just been her more female side rearing it’s head: choosing a be infatuation with a man that her family thought to be a threat, in love with a proverbial ‘bad boy’.

“Silly me,” Celestia responded in an only half way bored voice, choosing not to press that particular matter on the subject of their guest any further, if only to get to the real reason while she’d followed them. Still, she thought. It wouldn’t hurt to make conversation with her, at the very least. “So what happened with Soarin’ and Vinyl?”

“The wonderbolt you sent to act as my protection…” Luna trailed off, hardly able to stop a smile from forming on her blue coated lips. “Is currently hiding from his ex girlfriend.”

“Huh,” Celestia raised an eyebrow. “Is that right?”

“Evidently,” she added on with a quirky grin. “The man is frightened to death of commitment. As for Vinyl…” she tilted her head up, struggling to remember where her best friend had gone. “The last I saw of her, I believe she may have gone to the nearest hardware store. Something about ‘getting more power for her ‘wubz’’, as she calls them,” Luna let out a chuckle, wondering how in all of Equestria she ended up being best friends with a ‘disc jockey’. “Or may hap it is about that ‘personal engineering project’ that she has been so busy on with her free time. I won’t hazard a guess.”

“I see…” Celestia added on, trying to feign interest, now choosing to move on with the reason she’d arrived. “Luna, I-”

“Wish to speak with me of Revan?” Luna looked up to her sister with a false smile, knowing from the very start that this was the only real reason her sister would come down here while her party was being planned. No, for the years leading up to the night princess’s eventual banishment, her more sunny counterpart had always been notorious for trying to spy on her birthday celebrations, so her coming down here was no small thing to ignore. “Before you ask, Sister, why else would you follow my comrades and I?”

“Luna,” Celestia struggled to take a softer tone, though failing miserably. She’d had so little experience and practice with this sort of thing over the years, and yet for Luna… As Princess Celestia looked down upon her younger sister, she couldn’t help but notice that she had hardly changed at all from her time as Nightmare Moon. In fact, while she had matured from her own, personal crisis, other than that, she was still almost entirely the same twenty seven year old woman that had been plagued by the nightmare forces. “You have to know that he could be a very great threat.”

“I am aware,” the younger sister admitted bluntly as she stared at the ship.

“Then why do you insist on growing closer to him?” She pushed further, raising her voice in the process and gaining a growing irritation that her sister would not look her straight in the eyes. “Luna, look at me! This man, Revan… you have to know that he isn’t some stray dog you’ve found on the side of the street! We both know how powerful he-”

“No, Sister,” Luna cut her off. “I know how powerful he is, because one thing you have never failed to do was underestimate those that were beneath you.”

The Princess of the day was taken about by the snide insinuations that just left her sister’s mouth. “Luna, what makes you say-”

“Sister, I am not a child and I appreciate you looking out for me, but…” she turned her head to look briefly at her more lightly colored and older sibling. “Ever since we were young, you have always had it in you to consider those weaker than you as a minor threat. I have since forgiven you for it, for what it ended up costing me, but had we brought the elements to war against King Sombra, then may hap I would not have fallen victim to his spells that laid the groundwork for my eventual fall and corruption. And shall I remind you of what happened with Chrysalis at our nieces wedding?"

Celestia took pause at that accusation, knowing that every, last word that her sister had laid out in front of her was one hundred percent true. Ever since they were children, Celestia had never taken who she had gone up against seriously, or simply viewed any challenge as a game or something akin to a mental exercise like a match of chess. It was also true that, although they had brought about Sombra’s alleged final defeat over one thousand years ago, had Celestia been more cautious and brought along the elements of harmony, he might not have planted the seeds of darkness with Luna or sealed away the empire for a millennium.

The fact that Luna’s argument was so correct, however, only made her desire to keep Revan around all the more jarring. “So, Luna, if Revan is so much more powerful than I think he is, why are you protecting him?” A look of shock appeared on the youngers face, the momentum now clearly in the hands of Celestia. “I know he’s powerful, which is something you’ve always been attracted to. What’s more is that we both know that he was holding back when you two sparred at the castle yesterday, if only because he didn’t know how using his power would affect this place or himself, but you need to know, he is a very great threat, so, if you don’t mind my asking…” Celestia took a breath and looked her sister dead in her eyes. “Why do you find him so captivating? Is it the power? The mystery? Do you crave someone that comes from your own starry skies? Is it-”

“He is like me!” Luna blurted out, moving from the dead stump and turning her back to her sister, emotion now creeping into her voice. “You do not know what it was like being up there for that long, Celestia! You do not! But when I hear his voice, when I walk his dreams, when I…” her voice began to choke up as her eyes began to water. “When I see him, standing after the things he has done and to know that he has kept fighting with a shattered heart? It draws me to him, Tia, and last night, in the gardens…” she turned around to see her sister’s face, shocked by the sudden outburst. “I know he is unpredictable, but if I can heal him, another like me…” tears began to flow freely now. “I just want him to know that I know his pain and to know that I may help him. You just… do not understand what either of us have gone through…”

“Luna, I-”

“What?” the princess of the night shouted at her sister. “Did not know how it felt to be alone for one thousand years? Having nothing to keep you company but a voice inside your head, screaming in your ear and amplifying all the hatred you have ever known? You do not know the blunt and rusty dagger of knowing all your friends of a thousand years past having last scene you as a monster?” Luna sunk down, sticking her head between her legs and wrapping herself with her massive wings. “I think you should go, Sister, before one of us says something the other will regret.”

“I…” Celestia stuttered, unsure of what the proper response would be at the moment and holding her tongue like a steel trap to avoid stirring up another argument. “I understand, Luna. But please,” she began to end as she turned away, extending her wings. “Be careful. I don’t want to lose you a second time.”

Luna just mumbled to herself as she heard her sister’s wings break through and create an even larger hole from underneath the canopy. A bitter cocktail of regret, anger and sorrow went down her throat as she left. There was no reason for her to attack her sister like that and she knew it more than anything, but she was not a child any more, and after being caged like a rabid animal for so long…

Princess Luna only tucked her head further between her legs, barely holding back the tears and trying to hide her own weakness, though from whom was another question entirely. “I hate being alone,” she mumbled. “Hurry up, Revan.”

…

Revan stood there, eyes fixed upon the man in front of his, wearing his old armor, with his mask upon the face of a stranger. “Who are you?” Revan inquired calmly, maintaining a level voice and head.

There was only silence, though, as the wraith of his past went about the room at a pace befitting that of a sloth, circling what had once been the communication center, locating in the very heart of the burnt out, corpse of a starship.

His eyesight narrowed and he felt his hands tighten further, forming fists and sending a mild sensation of pain up his arms. This can’t be happening. This isn’t who I came to find, Revan thought to himself, his senses sharpening from every angle and every orifice. That can’t be…

Me?

The two only circled each other from across the middle ground of the vessel, each apparently trying to gauge what the other was capable of, though that was what Revan had assumed his doppelganger had been doing. In truth, the man in brown had simply been trying to wrap his head around the entirety of this ordeal.

Revan shook his head violently. No, his thoughts echoed within the confines of his aged skull. No, this is a trick. A manifestation of the dark side found in this forest. No more, no less. But even he had to admit, the teachings from centuries past that still resonated within him could simply swept aside as a smuggler would the effects of ale-goggles.

Deep breaths were drawn in as Revan closed his eyes and focused inward to force the energy being out from his mind, to try and push it out and to simply be at peace with his situation, but his heightened senses still told, screamed at him not to take his eyes from the man clad in his old standards of violet, red and black.

As they begged, Revan could not help but obey. “What do you want here?” but he was only answered still with more silence, befitting that of a wraith or the ghost that the entity was. Well it was worth a shot, Revan thought to himself, prepared to turn his back the newly found spirit.

Two distinctive sounds, each the tell tale sign of the lightsaber, weapon of the Sith and tool of the Jedi, shook the air as the vibrations reverberated throughout the cold, stale air. Letting out a deep sigh, Revan unclasped his own lightsaber to see a green and crimson light radiating in the sunken corpse of the once proud Ebon Hawk. “I see this is going exactly where I thought it was,” he replied to the challenge in a voice lacking of any emotion, save annoyance. “Come on then,” he moved to a defensive soresu stance, lifting his saber to above his head and and vertical to his shoulders, pointing towards his new enemy. “Let’s see what you’re made of.”

The ghost of the sith lord’s past made the first move, leaping forward like frog towards Revan, sending a spiraling drill of scarlet and viridian straight towards the once Jedi, proving that his move to take a defensive form had indeed been a wise one.

The black robed fighter made a quick slash from the right hand holding red, further complimented the green of a lower slash, only barely kept in check by the acute reflexes of the violet in both hands of the one, true Revan.

His speed is incredible, Revan thought to himself, deflecting a strike from the right side and barely able to dodge another from the left. It’s like he’s me at my prime as a sith. And it was true, as well. As the once bearded man struggled to keep his composure in the wake of the onslaught of red and green, he began to wonder if it was really as wise of an idea as he’d thought, coming to the Hawk for closure.

No, he denied that assertion. This is my ship, and no ghost will ever change tha-

“Gah!” Revan gasped, his thought was cut off as a hard kick from a dark boot hit him square in the chest, sending him reeling back and slamming his back hard into the now black, durasteel bulkhead of the ship that would not be taken from him. He rolled swiftly to the side as a spear of crackling plasma went to skewer him, barely escaping from a long overdue death.

Revan moved to the side and backed through the corridor, recognizing the cold hard and necessary truth of staying mobile, lest he lose his life that day.

Sparks flew throughout the narrow and hallowed halls of the ship, the sabers scraping all around, melting the futuristic alloy and sending bits and pieces of molten metal flying through the air and the strikes. Rainbow lightning dissected the innards of the ship as the thunder rolled between the two and blows that had come at the speed of the most advanced blaster bolts were traded as the two warriors each waged a singular war of attrition against the other, neither giving any ground and each participating in a dance of death that would have meant the end of near any other warrior the galaxy over, but not these two.

Never these two.

Finally, an opening. In an instant, Revan delivered a single, powerful headbutt, reinforced by a small bit of telekinesis, towards his adversary. A strong sensation of pain circulating throughout his head from the hard contact of the Mandalorian mask, but it was set aside for later. It was soon followed up by a swift and rounding slash straight into the neck of his enemy, though it had been blocked by the arm itself, another soon followed straight into where its heart should have been.

The body jolted, it’s form now halted entirely, with the only exception being it’s black, gauntleted hands reaching for Revan’s face, crackling with sapphire electricity. As a final measure, Revan twisted the saber, tearing it through so many more organs as he lifted it up through the shoulder vertically, a way totally reminiscent, but reversed, in the way that a treacherous Sith pureblood had assassinated his once greatest friend, student and ally, Meetra Surik.

The static subsiding, Revan opened his maw for one last time. “So tell me, Ghost,” he accentuated that last word. “How does it feel to die twice?” He asked as his violet saber, Fire-Fang, retreated back within the spiked hilt, sending the darkened armored body crumpling to the floor. “It serves you right,” he spat down at the being before him. “Maybe next time?” He added further. “You might try answering my damn questi- by the Force…” he trailed off as the mask began to evaporate into nothing, revealing something that, even on this world, surprised him above and beyond anything he’d expected. “It can’t be…”

“Luna?” the ramifications assaulted him like Malak’s assassination attempt, only not nearly so gentle. “How, in all the galaxy could it mean? I mean, what could it…” his mind raced with the speed of the fastest swoop bike, but still no answered came. Though he’d imagined that his once teacher, Kreia, might have had a field day of sorts with determining what this would mean. But then, maybe her teachings rubbed off on me?

“My past came back to attack me on this world, and judging by the colors of the lightsabers,” he began to surmised, closing his eyes slowly, clenching his fist around his own unignited weapon. “It meant that not only my sith, but my Jedi past is dangerous here,” the deepest breath that he’d ever taken was executed as he moved back towards the cockpit, ignoring the myriad scars that had now decorated the interior of his starship, his mind and heart now weighing heavy and his soul bearing the mass of a past of greater importance, that had affected more lives and had saved and destroyed many more.

With a very long gaze, he looked down upon the mask, forgotten by the princess upon their first meeting when he’d first landed upon this world. In more ways than Revan could fathom, that mask was a part of him, as much as his lightsaber was to him, or any saber could be to any Jedi, and as much as the force was to the universe, binding all life together in a single, glorious but fragmented entity. “If giving up my past is something I must do to protect this world, then so be it,” he lifted his right hand and released the cast iron grip he’d had on Fire-Fang. “I will be a Jedi, or Sith, no longer.”

The metal clanked against metal and it left a gaping wound greater than Revan had left in any starship in his career as a military officer, but it was done now and it was behind him.

Now he had to attend to his princess.

…

Princess Luna was still crying, even after her sister had left her in her solitude as she’d requested, though if her surroundings, a derelict ship in the middle of a wild forest that had always been something of a chore to be around, were any indication, it was that she’d still had more than her fair share of demons to slay if she intended on helping anyone at all, especially Revan, as much as she had hated to admit it.

She smiled bitterly, wiping a tear from her eye as she remember where she was a few nights ago, when Revan first crashed into her life and all the destruction he’d brought him in the wake of his arrival.

He seemed so simple, she thought to herself, looking up at the beams of light left behind from her sister’s departure, the golden beams offering some of the only warmth to be found within the Everfree. Just a man on a ship from the stars, just like those fairy tales that mother used to tell Tia and I, before…

She looked down again, the ancient sounds and smells of coughed up blood ringing through her ears for the first time in years, even before she’d gone rogue as Nightmare Moon.

“I just…” Luna’s head sank further in both depression and her legs, attempting her very hardest to shut out the rest of the world, hoping and praying with all her might that something changed soon. “I just want to have something for myself, something to…”

In an instant, her head jolted up, the echoing of rusty screeching slaughtering her ear drums as the Ebon Hawk opened from the bow of the vessel, revealing no light as she’d half expected, but instead, a single man different from the one that had entered.

He seems… different, Luna thought to herself, her mind racing to discover why. There is something knew in the way he is walking… and he is breathing deeper than he has ever done since arriving to this world. And he is… the princess’s mouth went agape as her hand moved over it in shock, unable to comprehend what she’d truly been setting her sights on.

“Revan?” Luna asked out, calling his name. Her heart beat playing out as if it were a war drum, her feat arose from the green, slimy marsh and her wings fluttered over, moving her instantly in front of her charge. “Are you… are you smiling?”

A wide eyed grin extended itself along his face as the man quickly grabbed a hold of Luna and embraced her. Smiling herself, she’d accepted his hold over her and covering them both in her majestic wings.

He’s warm, she thought to herself. Like a sunset, or the first day of summer. Is this what the Force feels like? She wondered, but at the same time, she did not particularly care whether or not this was simply what it felt like to be in touch with the so called ‘Force’, or if it was simply her own joy manifesting itself in the form of a simply comfort that both of them could share. All that really mattered to her was that Revan was back and he seemed more alive than he ever had before.

“Luna?” He called her name.

“Yes, Revan?” She replied back, her mind in a constant guessing game as to what it was that he was going to say next and wracking her brain as to whether or not it would be an intrinsic piece of wisdom from his vaunted ‘Republic’, or if it was simply him opening his heart and soul to her, completely and utterly, as she’d been trying to make him do since they had first met.

“I can’t wait for your sister’s birthday party tomorrow, and,” cold air flooded his lungs as his next sentence followed. “And I’m sorry for leaving you with your friends like that. Really. You deserved better.”

“I…” just one tear fell down her cheek as they held onto each other for dear life, both knowing that this moment would last far from forever, but refusing to allow it to end on any terms but their own. “I’m glad to hear that, Revan, and I forgive you. Truly.”

“Good,” he replied, taking her by the hand and moving in the direction that they’d entered the forest from. “Then come on, my lady,” Revan shot her an elated grin. “We have a gala to prepare for, now don’t we?”

Author's Notes:

Well that only took forever.

Sorry it took so long. I really am. College got in the way, and so did a full time job...

So I wonder who that one guy in the middle of the blizzard was. You guys think that he'll be a problem later on?

And Revan fought and killed an illusion of Luna?

Whatever could that mean...

Well, what ever it is, comment below, and let me know!