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In the year 21 BBY I was 4 years old. I was living in a small house in the jungle of Eriadu. My family owned a farm.
I don’t remember much of this time since I was so young, but one thing that is ingrained in my memory is when there were battles in the sky. At the time I didn’t know what it was, but now I know it was a battle between the Galactic Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems during the Clone War. One day during the battle (it lasted many days) my mother and father told my brother and I to run, so we did. Mother came with us, but father stayed behind to grab some important belongings. That’s when it happened. Mother told me not to look back, but I did. I could only see a bright red and orange color that slowly made smoke rise. I knew in that moment that Father was gone forever.
I went back a half hour later. I found a shiny object in the debris and took it with me. Father had always talked about how extraordinary it was and how such an honor it was to have it. I didn't really know what all that meant at the time, I just grabbed it because it looked cool. Years later, I found out it's importance to the Jedi, so I decided to protect it in the event that a Jedi ever came looking for it.