(This story is perhaps not your every day average star wars fiction.If you've read any of my other story you'll get what I mean.)
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Pathbourne.
The last of the Family,and the priesthood of the Order of the Holy Cross. Sat tiredly upon his thrown.The five other throwns that had held the blessed imprinted chosen of the Pathbourne. Now sat deathly empty. After thousand's of years of peace, evil had finally devoured the Family. The war had been a massacre. Not even the babies in their cribs had been spared. Leo the Lion wept openly and uncontrolably....
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