Or the Lay of Merellde and Typho
As told by Jedi Master Yoda
The next tale along the path to discovering the origins of the Chosen One is the first that I uncovered in my experiments with the mysterious Jedi Holocrons. It’s worth noting that it was not the first story I ever heard from the Great Holocron, but it was the first complete tale in a language I could decipher with characters and locales that I could understand, within the vacuum of thousands of years of lost memory, of course.
It is the tale of a young Jedi whose propensity for the Force was only dwarfed by her propensity to love another young Jedi from the wrong family. Set on the system of Jedha, thousands of years before the Empire’s testing turned the desert planet into a collapsed molten rock, the Lay of Merellde and Typho is a cautionary tale meant to deter the Jedi from emotional attachment.
Buried in the confusing language used by the storyteller and the layers and layers of problematic and, for lack of a better word, propagandist, nature of the legend, is a prophecy of “The Immaculate One”: a being of perfect balance and a conduit for the Force to fill the Galaxy with light. The heart of this epic poem tells a story strikingly similar to the Prophecy of the Chosen One, and surely the ramifications of this incident on Jedha would be felt throughout the Galaxy for eternity.
This discovery hit me like a lightning bolt and I recommitted my studies to uncovering the connecting thread between the prophecies. I was convinced that if the story of the Immaculate One was the basis for the Prophecy of the Chosen One, it could disprove thousands of years of religious lore, long assumed to be forgone truths. But as with all things in Science, I have found, seeking to uncover truth in one thing can very quickly uncover the mistruths of many, many things.
I resolved to transcribe the tale and remove as many of the inconsistencies and indoctrinating aspects in favor of brevity. It could be said that this legend was the most clarifying discovery of my scientific career, which even as I’m saying it now sounds like religious nonsense.
The storyteller was a being of unknown race and origin. It is one of the great disappointments of my career that I know so little about this being. I know that he was a Jedi Master, that he spent centuries training the Jedi and molding their faith, that he spent some time travelling and investigating stories of the Force (just like myself in that regard) and that is about all that I can say with certainty. His name was Yoda, or at least that is what he called himself, for I do not know enough about his species or their society to know whether “Yoda” is a name or title or term of endearment or nickname…
What I do feel confident assuming about Master Yoda is that he did not like to use the term “Sith”, preferring rather to use the moniker “Fallen” or “Dark Jedi” instead. This might be a meaningless distinction based on the time period in question or perhaps it means something about his particular brand of faith; perhaps he maintained hope or identified with even his greatest enemies. He also has a very clear point of view on love: it is to be avoided at all costs by the Jedi.
The Lay of Merellde and Typho is presented as an epic poem that seems to lend itself to Master Yoda’s naturally artistic and flowery speech patterns. I am not a poet nor do I know any, so this is not anything more than a transcribed version of the prose that Yoda compiled in the endless archives of the holocron.
I call it: “The Rogue”.
It doesn’t end there, this is just a little taste of the new WIP I’ve been cooking up in the thunderdome. I’d love some feedback and if there’s any interest I’d love to continue to release the Lay of Merellde and Typho. Thanks and MTFBWYA!