Kieran eyes flickered open, blinded by the intense sunlight coming through the arched windows above. He lay on a simple bed, more reminiscent of a hospital bed than a normal bed. Somewhere outside, he heard the faint hum of voices—measured, calm, disciplined.
His first thought was disorientation. His second thought was… nothing at all. Who was he? Where was he? He didn't know. He frowned. He looked down at himself, wanting to see what he looked like. He was a thin little boy. He was around 4 feet 2 inches or 128 cm so he knew he was not an adult. He got up and looked around. He found a mirror so he looked at himself. He had blonde hair with sharp facial features. He had 2 different colored eyes, one green and one entirely black. He didn't expect that he would be heterochromia in this new life. New life? he thought to himself.
He shook his head. He was now certain that he had lived a life before this. He didn't know how but he knew. He took a moment to look at himself again and he found something strange. He had long, pointed ears, like an elf. What's an elf? He wasn't human, not entirely. He was sure he was human in his past life. He sighed and looked around the room. The room was minimalist, to say the least. All there was were more beds and curtains between the beds. Honestly, it looked more like an infirmary than a hospital.
He heard a voice saying, “Ah, you’re finally awake,” a calm, soothing voice said from behind him. He almost instinctively added You were trying to cross the border, right? He didn't know where it came from but he felt that it was supposed to be funny.
Kieran turned sharply, startled by the sudden presence. Standing in the doorway was a tall, graceful woman in flowing white and beige robes. Her skin was blue, and her lekku—long head-tails—marked her as a Twi'lek. She carried an air of quiet authority, her hands clasped together as she studied him with calm curiosity.
“You gave us quite the mystery,” she said, stepping into the room. “Do you know where you are?”
Kieran hesitated, his mind racing. He glanced around the sparse infirmary again, then back to the woman. Something about her was familiar, though he couldn’t place it. Her robes, the symbol embroidered on her chest—it tickled the edges of his awareness, but the memories were frustratingly absent.
"No," he admitted. "Where is this? You seem like... a Jedi?" Aww, that's the word. Jedi. He remembered now. He could remember the future.
"You’re in the Jedi Temple, in the Hall of Healing,” she said gently, her words deliberate. “You appeared—quite literally appeared—in the middle of the High Council chamber during one of their meetings. You were unconscious and unresponsive, so we brought you here for care.”
Kieran blinked, "I just appeared? Is it... because of the Force?"
She shook her head, "The high council thinks so. Do you remember anything at all? Your name? Where you came from? How you ended up in the council chamber?”
"No," he admitted. "I don't remember anything. Not where I came from, not how I got here, not who I am. The only thing I remember is my name. Kieran."
"Kieran. That's a good name," she told him. "I'm healer Vokara."
"Nice to meet you, Healer Vokara," I said. "So do you know what I'm supposed to do?"
"Well, the Council wishes to see you as soon as you’re able,” she smiled. "We'll do a quick checkup and then, we'll be good to go."
Using some advanced technologies he didn't understand, she scanned him. She also took a small sample of his blood. She frowned, "Weird..."
He tilted his head, curious as he sat on the bed while swinging his legs in boredom, "What is weird, Healer Vokara?"
She looked at him, "What's weird is your midichlorian count is over 20,000. That should be... impossible. Even Master Yoda only has 18,000 per cell."
He knew already but he asked anyway, playing the role of somebody who knew nothing. "What are midichlorian? Are they the powerhouse of the cells?"
She looked at him incredulously, "Midichlorians are intelligent microscopic life forms that live symbiotically inside the cells of all living things. Enough of those and you can connect to the force." She laughed, "As for the powerhouse of the cells, they're called mitochondria, not Midichlorians. Two completely different things. Now, stay still. I'm going to do a deep inspection for a more precise count."
He cringed, "Deep inspection? What do you mean?"
She rolled her eyes, "Don't worry about that. I just need another blood sample."
After giving her the blood, he looked around and chatted, "Where are we exactly?"
"At the Jedi Temple."
"I know that. I meant, where in the Jedi Temple?"
"We're in the Hall of Healing."
"Hmm... I see. Are you done?" I asked, seeing her stand up from her tools.
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She nodded, "You're fine. Come on, let's go see the council."
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As we walked in silence, I asked her, "Is there anything I need to know? Any lessons on how I should act?"
She sighed, "I'll tell you about who the members of the council are."
"Well?"
“First, there’s Grand Master Yoda, the most senior Jedi. He’s ancient and wise, though his speech may take some getting used to. Then there’s Mace Windu, a senior member known for his strict adherence to the Jedi Code. He’s one of the greatest duelists alive and wields a unique purple lightsaber.”
He asked her, "Purple?"
“It’s rare,” she confirmed. “You’ll also meet Plo Koon, known for his strong sense of justice, and Depa Billaba, a skilled master who once trained under Windu. Others include Ki-Adi-Mundi, Adi Gallia, and Saesee Tiin.”
Kieran listened intently as she explained their personalities. Despite his knowledge of the future, he only knew three names, Plo Koon, Mace Windu, and Yoda. He knew from then on that his knowledge seemed to contain a lot of holes.
After she explained, I asked her, "How should I act?"
Vokara smirked as they stopped in front of a large door. “Just be respectful, and you’ll be fine. May the Force be with you.”
She pressed a panel on the wall, and the doors slid open with a soft hiss. Kieran’s breath caught as he stepped into the circular chamber, bathed in light from tall windows. The twelve Jedi Masters sat, their expressions ranging from curiosity to calm contemplation.
"Youngling, come closer, you must. Much to discuss, we have," Grandmaster Yoda said.
Master Windu continued, "Indeed. Your arrival raises many questions. How you appeared in our midst, your apparent connection to the Force, and your extraordinary... attributes require explanation." His gaze was piercing but not unkind, as though he sought to measure Kieran’s resolve.
Kieran stepped forward, trying not to let his nerves show. The presence of so many powerful Jedi was overwhelming, their combined auras almost tangible in the room. He clasped his hands behind his back, standing straight.
"I understand," Kieran began. "But I don't have answers for you. I remember my name, but beyond that, everything is a blur."
The room fell into contemplative silence, the Jedi Masters exchanging subtle glances. Kieran felt as though they were weighing his words, sensing his sincerity—or perhaps probing deeper into his presence in the Force.
“Troubling, this is,” Yoda said, his ears drooping slightly. “Yet, truthful, you seem.”
Plo Koon leaned forward, his mask amplifying the soft rasp of his voice. “You carry a presence in the Force that is... unusual. Not only is your midichlorian count extraordinary, and you are also strong in the force."
Plo Koon leaned forward, his mask amplifying the soft rasp of his voice. “You carry a presence in the Force that is... unusual. Not only is your midichlorian count extraordinary, but your aura feels distinct—both familiar and foreign.”
Kieran hesitated. He knew he had to tread carefully. The Jedi were perceptive, but he didn’t want to risk telling them something that might lead to further complications—or mistrust. “I don’t understand it myself,” he admitted. “Everything before waking up here is... blurry. My name came back to me, but the rest felt like trying to hold water in my hands. I just... know things without understanding how or why.”
The room remained silent for a moment as the Jedi Masters processed his words.
Mace Windu’s gaze was sharp but not unkind. “Knowledge without memory? That is... uncommon. What sorts of things do you know?”
Kieran thought quickly. “Just pieces. Words, names, ideas... Like I said earlier, I recognized the word Jedi. And I knew what midichlorians were—sort of. But it’s not like I could explain everything to you. It’s like remembering a dream that slips away the harder you try to hold onto it.”
“That could explain the strangeness of his presence,” Depa Billaba offered. “The Force may have imprinted knowledge upon him during his arrival. It wouldn’t be the first time the Force acted in mysterious ways.”
Ki-Adi-Mundi stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Or it could be something far more unusual. If the Force played a direct role in your appearance, young one, it may have a greater purpose for you.”
Kieran shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny. “I wish I had answers for you. I don’t even have them for myself.”
Yoda’s ears drooped slightly, and he tapped his gimmer stick against the floor. “Answers, find them we must. But hasty, we will not be. Time and patience, the path forward requires.”
Kieran glanced at them, cautious yet curious. “What will happen to me now?”
Mace Windu leaned back in his seat. “For now, you will stay here, under the protection of the Jedi Order. You will train alongside other younglings, allowing us to observe your progress and guide you in the ways of the Force.”
“And to keep an eye on me,” Kieran said before he could stop himself.
There was a brief pause, and then Plo Koon chuckled lightly. “You are perceptive, young one. Yes, we must ensure you are not a danger to yourself—or others. But it is also an opportunity to prepare you for whatever lies ahead.”
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15 minutes before Kieran's arrival
"Awake, the youngling is," Yoda started. "Come here soon, he will."
Mace Windu shook his head, "I still don't agree with keeping him as an initiate. He is too old to be trained."
"Matter, it does not. Strong in the force, he is," Yoda replied, his tone firm despite the soft rasp of his voice. "To the future, we must look. Learn, he will. Adjust, he must. Uncertainty, there is. But potential, there is also. Guide him to us, the Force did."
Mace Windu looked at the report, "A report just came from Healer Vokara."
As they read, they fell more and more into silence. "26,000 midiclorian count? That's unbelievable. Unprecedented, even," Ki-Adi-Mundi spoke first. He continued, "And it says here that he doesn't remember anything besides his name. That solves the problem of age and attachment, doesn't it?"
Mace Windu nodded, "Indeed."
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Kieran sat in his hall, alone. The other initiates seemed like they wanted to talk to him but were scared to. He didn't mind that. He was fascinated with his newfound connection to the Force. He didn't sense it before but after being around the Jedi Council, he could sense the force. He reached out with his mind, a sensation that still felt foreign, and raised the little plant pot in his hand. It raised, wobbled a little, before falling back down to his hands. He smiled, proud of his achievement. He felt happy at being able to use the Force, though he didn't know where it was coming from.
An initiate approached him, a curious look on their face. The boy was taller than Kieran, with deep brown eyes and short-cropped hair. His tunic was slightly rumpled, a sign of his earlier sparring practice. He hesitated for a moment before stepping closer.
“Hi,” the boy said, his voice cautious but not unfriendly. “I’m Zyn. You’re the new initiate, right?”
"That's right. I'm Kieran," he nodded as he put down the pot. "Well, what's the matter?"
Zyn tilted his head, "Where did you come from? They said you just appeared in the middle of the council, is that true?"
Kieran shrugged, "That's what they told me too. I don't remember anything other than my name."
"Oh, okay. Our class is about to start. Do you want to join?"
Kieran nodded, "Of course. Who's the teacher?"
"Grandmaster Yoda."