Saint trudged into the cave with one lightsaber drawn. He edged slowly into the first room, greeted by a strong blow of sand getting right into his crimson eyes. As he furiously rubbed them, he realized the temperature of the temple was unnaturally hot. When he opened his eyes, Saint found himself on Tatooine. In front of him was a body with deep brown eyes and shaggy black hair, fighting with an old man that appeared to be a jedi.
"Son, you've got the most potential I've seen on this planet ever. The way of the jedi is a better life for you. Come now, join me," the man said, offering his hand to the boy.
"But I like stealing things. I don't want to be a stinky jedi!" the boy replied.
"Stealing is wrong. You'll grow to like it in time, youngster," the man replied.
"No, you're wrong. I need it more than they do," the boy replied.
"Mm, perhaps. Please, come with me. I promise I will give you some of my things and I promise you'll like being a jedi," said the man.
"You promise?" the boy responded.
"Swear on my grave," the man replied, "Son, one other thing. I don't believe I caught your name. What was it again?"
"My name is Keegan, but everyone calls me Saint," Saint replied.
"Good to meet you, Saint. My name is Doom," Together, Saint and Doom walked away as the mirage faded, leaving the current and visibly shaken Saint alone in the temple.
"How the?.." Saint muttered. He took long strides forward into the next room. This mirage began with shouting.
"You walking carpet!" Saint screamed. He was a teenager at this time, in a verbal argument with a wookie. The wookie shouting something in reply, and Saint drew his blue lightsaber, advancing. The wookie suddenly reached out, clawing Saint's face. In a fit of rage, Saint beheaded the wookie, fainting shortly afterwards from blood loss.
The scene switched. Saint watched his younger self float in a bacta tank with three long scars etched across his face.
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