Trychon and Raezyr sat in the healer's hut on one of the benches. Nearby lay the three monks on their cots, recuperating from their horrific ordeal. They were sleeping peacefully now, but a little while ago they had been thanking their rescuers profusely and hailing them as saviors.
Saffron had brought them to the hut for a check up. After their show of "exhaustion," both she and Brother Odilo felt it best they be looked at, and after the miners were stabilized, she turned her attention to the brothers.
"That was really... amazing... what you two did out there," she said, searching for the right word to describe it. She knew what the people were saying, and the opinions were divided over it. Some thought it was a miracle and that one of them must be the chosen one, while others were labeling it blasphemy and that they were but scandelous outsiders. She, herself, was still undecided, but she knew that they had saved lives with their actions, and that was enough. "So where did you learn to do something like that? The Jedi?"
Trychon and Raezyr looked at each other. Realizing that Raezyr wasn't going to say anything, he answered. "Actually, not everyone who can use the Force, has the ability to move objects like that... or so our grandfather used to say."
"Who was your grandfather? Was he a Jedi?" Saffron asked holding Odilo's medallion over Trychon's forehead as she spoke.
Trychon could feel the warmth flowing into his body and replenishing his energy. "Raezyr says he was. I never knew him, myself. I only know the things that Raezyr has told me. That was one of them."
Raezyr gave Trychon a discreet glare, knowing her questions would now be directed at him.
Saffron turned her attention to Raezyr. "So was he a Jedi, or not?"
"Yeah, he was, but I only knew him briefly myself, although he tried to impart as much knowledge to me as he could, before he went off to fight in some war," Raezyr said, making things up as he went. "It was one of major reasons I began questioning the ways of the Jedi."
"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Saffron asked. She finished imbuing Raezyr with the 'touch of Grace' and walked over to hang the medallion back in it's rightful place.
"Knowing how you all view the Jedi, I didn't really want to say anything more about it. I thought it was bad enough that I trained with them, with out being related to them as well," Raezyr explained.
"You really should have said something about it before this," Saffron said, her mind coming to a conclusion of it's own.
"Why? What would that matter?" Raezyr said.
She looked at them in disbelief. "The first line of the prophecy!" she exclaimed. "'Knight of the Force, removed by two,' don't you see? It has to mean two generations removed from a Jedi!"
Trychon and Raezyr both chuckled quietly.
"What's so funny?"she asked, irritated they were laughing at her.
Trychon spoke up. "Mannix has been trying to convince us of that, as you can well imagine, but like we've told him a dozen times: There's nothing special about us. We're just a couple of guys, trying to make our way in the galaxy."
The two brothers left, leaving Saffron alone to tend the injured miners. They may scoff at it, but there was no doubt in her mind. Too many things about these young men fell in line with the prophecies, and she was beginning to think that maybe they were both the chosen one, like two halves of the same coin.
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