The force is neither light or dark, master nor slave, but a balance between extremes. It is the lesson that we are taught from younglings to master, a lesson that all force users should know, and in the beginning it was. Back in the days before the Empire, or even the Republic, the force was something that was meant to be balanced, however as the years have gone by that mindset of balance was changed. The Jedi and Sith are the ancient teachings that have been around forever, and everyone knows what they stand for: the light side of the force is for the Jedi to represent the peace and pure, and the Sith is for the dark side to represent passion and emotion. However, there are other ways of teachings, the Revanite Jedi, to hold the balance between peace and emotion, and the oldest force using race. The Revanite Jedi, once honored and respected, now pushed away and hidden. Their teachings unheard of and customs ignored, but that is going to change. This is our story, and it's not one of those happy fairytales with good endings, but one of challenges and to tell this story correctly, I need to go back to the beginning. My name is Lin, but I'll go by many others throughout these tales, and our story begins a long time ago in a galaxy far far away.