star wars: I'm just a chill guy

The air around them crackled with raw, untamed energy, a tension that sent ripples through the Force itself. Knull, the god of the symbiotes, loomed large in the sky, his form distorting the very air around him. His tendrils whipped through the air like a storm, each one dripping with darkness, as though they were extensions of the abyss itself. Kieran Skywalker, the Chosen One, stood at the center of the battlefield, his lightsaber glowing with the icy light of the Permafrost Kyber crystal. But his stance was different now. It wasn't just the weight of the Force he bore; it was the weight of destiny, a destiny he wasn't sure he was ready for.

Beside him, Yoda stood resolute, his ancient eyes filled with determination. The two Jedi had fought side by side against Knull's wrath, but the symbiote god was relentless, his power vast, almost infinite. The battle had raged for hours, and with each passing moment, it became clearer that this would be no simple victory.

"You are strong, young Skywalker, but the dark side... it calls to you," Yoda said, his voice carrying a mixture of warning and sadness. "Beware it, you must."

Kieran's heart raced as he nodded, tightening his grip on his lightsaber. The dark whispers were louder than ever, their promises of power irresistible. He could feel the pull—could almost taste it—but he resisted, if only for now. Yoda's presence beside him grounded him, reminded him of the teachings of the Jedi. But even Yoda's wisdom couldn't deny the scale of the battle that was unfolding before them.

Knull descended with a monstrous roar, his tendrils reaching out, slashing through the very air. A wave of darkness erupted from his being, crashing into Yoda with the force of a collapsing star.

"Master!" Kieran shouted, his voice cracking with desperation. He reached out, trying to summon the Force, to protect Yoda from the onslaught, but it was too late.

Yoda was thrown backward, crashing into the ground with a force that sent shockwaves through the planet's crust. Kieran's heart skipped a beat as he ran toward the fallen Jedi Master, his eyes wide with fear.

Yoda lay on the ground, his body trembling with the force of the blow. His green skin was pale, his breath shallow. Kieran fell to his knees beside him, the Force pulsing with urgency as he tried to heal him, to save him from the damage Knull had inflicted.

"Yoda... please, hold on!" Kieran pleaded, his voice breaking as he gently cradled the older Jedi in his arms. His tears fell freely, soaking Yoda's robes as he rocked back and forth, unable to stop the pain that surged through him.

Yoda's eyes fluttered open, a faint smile crossing his face despite the agony he must have been feeling. "Kieran... strong, you are... but no match for the darkness yet," he whispered, his voice faint but filled with wisdom. "Remember, the Force... the light... it is not the only path. There is more... beyond the Jedi... beyond the Sith..."

Kieran shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "No... no! I can't lose you, Master! You've taught me everything... I—"

"Earth..." Yoda interrupted, his words growing more distant. "Go there... train under Agamotto... learn magic... there... balance, you will find."

The words seemed to hang in the air, as if they were the last things Yoda would ever say. Kieran could feel the life force of his master fading, his connection to the Force growing weaker by the second.

"Yoda, please... don't leave me," Kieran begged, his voice raw with anguish. But Yoda's eyes closed slowly, his smile never fading. The Jedi Master had become one with the Force, leaving Kieran alone in the void of his grief.

The world around him seemed to crumble, the planet itself groaning in despair at the loss of its protector. Knull's laughter echoed in the distance, a sound that reverberated through Kieran's very soul. He had lost so much already—his mother, his past life, his family—and now, he had lost his mentor, the one being who had helped him find his way through the darkness. The weight of it all threatened to crush him.

But something within him stirred. The Phoenix Force burned brighter, hotter, within his chest, and with it came a new resolve. Yoda's final words rang in his ears: Earth… Agamotto… balance… magic… Kieran stood, trembling with the weight of what had just transpired, but there was no turning back now. He had to honour Yoda's dying wish.

With a final glance at his fallen master, Kieran turned and began to walk, his footsteps heavy, as if the galaxy itself was mourning with him.

The journey to Earth was long and painful, the loss of Yoda weighing heavily on his heart. But Kieran had no time to mourn. The power that surged within him—the power of the Phoenix, the Force, and the darkness of the Sith—began to twist and warp, demanding release. He had been chosen, and that meant he would have to face whatever came next.

He arrived on Earth, a planet so primitive yet so full of untapped potential. Kieran's instincts led him to the region that would one day be known as Egypt, though it was unrecognizable in this era. The desert stretched out before him, endless and unforgiving. His senses sharpened, and he could feel the ancient energies that pulsed beneath the earth.

It didn't take long for Kieran to find what he was searching for. Amidst the ruins of a forgotten temple, half-buried in sand, lay a relic of unimaginable power—the Helmet of Doctor Fate. Kieran's heart skipped a beat as he reached out, his fingers brushing against the cold metal. The helmet pulsed with magic, its connection to the mystical arts undeniable. But it wasn't enough. Kieran's gaze shifted, and in the sand beside him, something else caught his eye—the Mask of Darth Nihilus.

It was a perfect match.

The dark energies of the Sith and the ancient magic of Doctor Fate were intertwined in ways Kieran could never have imagined. With a surge of power, he fused the two together, the mask and the helmet combining into a singular entity. As soon as the fusion was complete, Kieran felt a rush of new knowledge, ancient sorcery flooding into his mind.

But it wasn't just magic that came. It was power—an overwhelming, intoxicating force that threatened to consume him. He could feel the spirit of Darth Nihilus trying to claw its way back into his consciousness, the hunger, the desire to feed on everything around him. But Kieran resisted. He wasn't just a Sith. He wasn't just a Jedi. He was something more.

And now, he was ready to seek out Agamotto.

The mystical energies of the world seemed to bend around him as Kieran set out to find the Sorcerer Supreme. He didn't know where to look or what to expect, but he felt Agamotto's presence drawing closer with each step.

Finally, he found him—Agamotto, the ancient Sorcerer Supreme, a being of immense power whose very existence resonated with the fabric of the universe itself. Agamotto stood in a circle of light, his eyes glowing with ancient wisdom.

"You have come, young Skywalker," Agamotto said, his voice a deep, resonant echo that seemed to shake the very air. "I know why you are here. The darkness in you is strong, but the light still burns within. Magic is the key to your balance. But be warned, child. Magic will not save you. It will only make you more dangerous. What you choose to become will determine your fate."

Kieran knelt before Agamotto, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Teach me. Teach me magic. I must learn, to control this power, to bring balance to myself and to the galaxy. Please."

Agamotto studied him for a long moment, his eyes piercing through Kieran's very soul. "The path you walk is not easy, Skywalker. Magic is not simply a tool. It is a living, breathing force. It can bend reality, reshape worlds, but it comes with a price."

Kieran swallowed, the weight of Agamotto's words heavy upon him. "I'm willing to pay the price. I will do whatever it takes."

The Sorcerer Supreme nodded slowly, a faint smile crossing his lips. "Then you must begin at the beginning. Magic, in all its forms, begins with the mind. Focus. Mastery begins there."

Kieran took a deep breath, his heart heavy but determined. The path before him was uncertain, but one thing was clear—he would no longer let the darkness define him. He would seek balance. And in that balance, he would find his true power.

And with that resolve, his journey into the mystical arts began.