Chapter 3: Reckoning Before the Council
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The grand chamber of the Jedi Council was bathed in the soft glow of Coruscant’s evening sky. The circular room, lined with the seats of the most esteemed Jedi Masters, carried an air of wisdom and authority. At its center, standing alone, was Will Kriss, his green-toned robes still carrying the dust and wear from the battle that had unfolded only hours ago. Surrounding him were some of the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy, their expressions unreadable, but their presence heavy in the Force.
Mace Windu, seated at the center, was the first to speak.
"Young one, you have been an enigma to us all. Your presence within the Force is strong, yet you were not trained within the Order. Tell us—who are you?"
Will took a slow breath, steadying himself. He knew this moment would come. He raised his chin and met the gaze of the gathered Masters.
"I am Will Kriss. I was raised and trained in secret by Jedi Master Eno Cordova."
A murmur spread through the Council members. Some exchanged glances, while others remained silent in contemplation. Obi-Wan Kenobi, sitting at Windu’s right, leaned forward slightly.