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  <title>The Exile</title>
  <subtitle>The Exile</subtitle>
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    <email>inyrif@gmail.com</email>
    <name>The Exile</name>
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  <updated>2008-03-20T01:22:30Z</updated>
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    <title>prompt 1: who are you? </title>
    <published>2008-03-19T21:29:58Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I was supposed to be the perfect pupil...and for a few years I was. I did everything my masters asked of me. Atris and I got along as I assume mother and child would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not who I am. When I was eighteen, I left behind the &lt;i&gt;Kira Isek, Padawan&lt;/i&gt; and became &lt;i&gt;Kira Isek, Sith General&lt;/i&gt; in an army against the Mandalorians led by Darth Revan and Darth Malak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew who I was, then...but I didn't. I led my armies, I did what &lt;i&gt;I thought was best&lt;/i&gt;...and if that meant sending a platoon into a mine field and killing them all...then so be it. I was doing it for the greater good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not who I am either. Because when I was 21, I destroyed a planet. I killed thousands. I stained my hands in the blood of innocents and I am a murderer. The pain was so great that I physically pulled myself away from the Force and they tell me...they tell me it's like a huge hole...and that they can't feel me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel anything. I can't use the Force. I feel blind. But the Council was still wrong. It was still wrong of them to sit and just watch countless die, as Revan, Malak and I fought to stop them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the Council to tell them this. They exiled me...took my lightsaber. Atris had such a hate in her eyes...so unbefitting of a Jedi. Kavar wouldn't look at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's who I am. I am an Exile. A murderer of innocents. I'm twenty-six years old and I am all alone, in the Unknown Regions. I have no name, no belonging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Jedi Exile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[words: 296]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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