This is a story of many things,

fighting, pain, betrayal, hate,

but also peace, joy, serenity, and love,

but everything must come to an end, 

eventually, in a sense.

But maybe before something ends, 

we can take that something,

and we can hold onto it,

and maybe make a little good,

of something broken.

Or of something,

that is, well, 

Fallen.

This is a story about an Fallen Angel, 

and a Broken Warrior.

And it follows their lives

and their trials

and their love

and their denial

with one another.

I am the story teller

well, of this masterpiece, at least.

And I watched as this creation

became a story,

one of the greatest in the history of the universe.

It is told amongst Angels in Heaven

and to children before they go to sleep,

all across the galaxies.

It is told to the richest of royalty,

to the poorest of the beggars.

It is a completely universal snippet of wisdom,

and I am here to tell you a story

about a shattered Mandalorian,

and a broken Angel.

WoohooOO! Welcome to my story. 

This is only the beginning.

Love you lots,

Kermit