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Andara
Two Years after Tython
Two Years after Tython
Time heals most wounds, or at least staying busy enough you didn't have time to think about it did. Silas had thrown himself into his life work at Sanctuary after Tython. He had assumed he could be on peaceful terms with the Jedi, if not allies. He had been ambitious, and could have handled the situation but there was no time to look back at.
It was not an easy transition, but he settled into his new life of solitude over time. He could no longer afford to let his emotions drive him to action even if they were made with pure intentions. The Galaxy had fallen into chaos again as Jedi were hunted first in Republic Space and then outside as well. Occasionally he would lay awake at night and wonder what had become Ralaa. If she had found the purpose she had always been looking for. He no longer had the energy to harbor hard feeling against her or the Jedi. He felt sympathy for them as their Order slowly was taken apart.
In the two years since had last had contact with the Jedi, Sanctuary had grown significantly. They had added additional buildings to house new children and begun planting fields around the outside of the compound to grow food. As the staff grew, their families joined them. In many ways, Sanctuary was beginning to feel like a small town than just an orphanage.
Silas found himself in the fields that morning. It was already hot and would likely grow even more so as the day progressed. He was showing a group of older children how to tend the crops. It was not easy work, but Silas enjoyed it and welcomed any opportunity to help.
He dismissed the children to get lunch, but lingered in the fields. There was no doubt he was beginning to go old, he could feel it and recently he started to look it. His once dark brown beard was now showing spots of gray in it. Underneath that though was still the same warm expression he often had carried in his youth.
He sat down on the ground against a piece of equipment and drank from the canteen of water as the wam air blew through the fields.