"Not really. I mean I remember seeing some stuff, but I remember seeing it the day after everything." Hakora kept looking around his room and saw things belonging to him that a normal child would have. Then something caught his eye, it was metallic and buried. Hakora bent down and uncovered it. It was a staff, an electric one used by assassins. Hakora stared at it and like a flood or assault it hit him all at once and he dropped to his knees. Screaming, he heard his screaming both in the present and the past. Explosion, from his body. Fear, he was so afraid and they wanted Hakora dead. Hakora was screaming in real life and his scream was filled with the force. Mom, Dad, they died, but for what? Mom trained him to fight using Vapaad and Echani in a secret cave, but why? A secret? Yes, numbers, latitude and longitude. A secret location that hid something of the family. Something the sith wanted. Hakora was trained by mother and father, but why only him? His mother told him, what did she say? "Mommy, why doesn't sissy train with me?" "Oh honey, I wish we could train her, but she can't know about this secret. If we are ever killed there is an implant into you to cause you to forget everything, but we could only afford one so if she is capture she can't know. You must tell her everything we have taught you about the family heirloom if we are gone; it will take both of you to get it." Hakora came to out of his memories and burned with rage over the staff, he had to destroy it. He used a power he was taught by father called Purokenesis. He felt the molecules in the staff and used the force to vibrate them faster and faster and then launched the staff into the air where it exploded in the sky like a firework and then feel to the ground and reverted for a while to the scared little boy. "They're dead, momma , papa are dead, no stop, stop the pain, leave, no the memories AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"
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