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Life on Lothal had always been humble for Vira Izu and her twin brother, Kael. Raised by their parents, Selan and Jalen Izu, the family lived on the outskirts of Kothal City, tending to a small herd of grazers and selling wool and woven goods, and smoked meats in the marketplace. Selan, Marek Izu’s daughter, had grown up with only fragments of her father’s story; whispers of a man who once wore Jedi robes and carried a saber, but she rarely spoke of it. Marek had vanished long before she came of age, and all she had left were a few mementos. A simple charm bracelet for Vira. A long, battle-worn scarf for Kael.

The twins were inseparable but opposites. Vira thoughtful, patient, and quietly curious. Kael was brash, loud, and quick to act. Though they bickered like any siblings, they balanced each other. Their days were filled with chores, the smell of wool dyes, the chatter of market stalls, and the occasional dash through Lothal’s tall grasslands in friendly competition.

Everything shifted the day Jedi Knight Solari Valen arrived. She wasn’t there on any mission of importance, merely refueling her small transport on the way to Dantooine and paying a short visit to an old friend. However, as she passed through the marketplace, she felt a subtle but undeniable pull in the Force. The source was the Izu twins, playing some reckless game of daring leaps from the stone walls.

Solari observed from a distance, sensing the undercurrent of something unusual. A faint ripple in the Force followed them. Not deliberate, but instinctual. She approached Selan and Jalen, striking up conversation in their stall of business. Over a shared meal, the talk deepened, and Solari explained what she sensed. Selan and Jalen were both conflicted as they took gaze at their playing twins,

The decision came painfully. By nightfall, Solari had promised the Izus she would take the twins to the Jedi Temple on Dantooine, where they could be evaluated and trained if they chose. Vira and Kael left at dawn, each clinging tightly to their keepsake. Vira wore the bracelet like a quiet secret; Kael draped the scarf across his shoulders like a banner, a spitting image of the grandfather he never met.

At the Dantooine Temple, the Masters confirmed what Solari had sensed, a strong potential in both children, though their temperaments and aptitudes diverged sharply. The next year was a blur of training with meditation halls, sparring rings, study chambers, and long talks with their assigned instructors. Vira’s focus and curiosity marked her as a steady learner, though her early abilities were subtle, she carried an uncanny awareness of her surroundings, an instinct to pause where others rushed forward. Kael, on the other hand, excelled quickly in combat drills but had to be constantly reminded to slow down and think before acting.

When the time came for young initiates to be sent to various training temples across the galaxy, the twins were assigned to different destinations, a deliberate choice by the Jedi Council to help them grow independently. Kael was to remain on Dantooine, while Vira was selected for the Duneeden Temple, a smaller enclave with a reputation for producing thoughtful, well-balanced Jedi.

Her last evening on Dantooine was quiet. Vira stood on a terrace, the charm bracelet cool against her wrist, looking at the sunset and wondering how far her path would take her from the familiar hills of Lothal. At dawn, she boarded the transport bound for Duneeden, the hum of the engines carrying her into the unknown. Somewhere deep inside, she felt her grandfather’s story, whatever it truly was, had only just begun to intertwine with her own.