Location: Tython – Dawnspire Atrium
Date: 24 BBY
The Dawnspire Atrium was unlike any place on Coruscant. Instead of towering marble or hollow silence, it was open to the sky, high on the cliffs of Tython's eastern ridge. A stone circle carved into the mountain's surface was encircled by waterfalls, and as the sun broke through the clouds, the entire space filled with golden light.
Hundreds of Jedi—new and old—stood silently.
Mandalorians from Bo-Katan's ranks filled the stone balconies. Nightsisters from Dathomir stood respectfully, hands clasped. Kaminoan scientists stood alongside clone volunteers in quiet honor. The galaxy's fragments had gathered here—for three.
At the center of the circle stood Cain, Anakin, and Seris, each dressed in ceremonial robes of deep grey and white. Their lightsabers rested on velvet stands behind them.
Before them, Masters Plo Koon, Fay, Obi-Wan, and Galia Thren approached, each holding a single small flame cupped in their hands—a living representation of the Force's eternal light.
Obi-Wan stepped forward first.
Anakin looked up at his master, eyes deep with emotion.
"You were never an easy student," Obi-Wan began with a faint, proud smile. "You questioned everything. Pushed too hard. Felt too deeply."
He looked Anakin in the eye.
"But that is exactly why you're needed. You are a bridge, Anakin Skywalker—between what the Jedi are and what they could be. You carry fire in your chest, and I spent years fearing that flame… only to realize it was never meant to burn things down, but to light the way forward."
Obi-Wan raised his hand and placed it on Anakin's shoulder. "By the right of the Council… by the will of the Force…"
He took Anakin's amethyst saber and ignited it—placing it gently on each of Anakin's shoulders.
"I name you Jedi Knight."
Anakin exhaled slowly. He was no longer a boy.
Next came Galia Thren, the steely-eyed Jedi Master who had trained Seris through countless meditations, sparring matches, and moral dilemmas.
"You once believed power made you valuable," she said gently. "That knowledge, strength, and control would make you worthy of the Order. But over these years… you learned the truest strength is in humility, and in compassion without condition."
Seris lowered her gaze, tears silently slipping down her cheek.
"You inspire without demanding, guide without leading, and shine not because you seek light—but because you became it."
Galia ignited Seris's golden saber, now bright as dawn.
"By the legacy of the Force, and the path you chose yourself… I name you Jedi Knight."
Seris bowed her head, breath caught in her throat, her heart full and free.
Finally, Plo and Fay approached Cain together.
He stood silently, hands clasped, eyes glowing faintly. He had not spoken a word since dawn.
Plo spoke first. "You were never simply a student. You were a question the Order forgot how to ask."
"You carry the knowledge of old lives, the weight of ancient truths," Fay continued. "And yet… you chose to walk as one of us. To build, not dictate. To listen, not rule."
Cain blinked, emotion flickering behind his usually calm exterior.
"You were not taught to follow blindly," Plo said. "You were raised to see clearly. And for that, the Order is stronger."
Fay raised his saber—golden with a black hue—and ignited it. Plo placed a hand over Cain's heart.
"By the Will of the Force," Fay said, voice barely more than a whisper, "and with the hope of the future…"
"We name you Jedi Knight," Plo finished.
Cain knelt… then stood. Slowly. Fully. A Jedi in name, in soul, and in choice.
The three stood side by side as their sabers ignited together—gold, silver, amethyst—casting a tri-colored beam into the morning sun.
From the gathered crowd, a cheer erupted. Jedi clapped, Mandalorians pounded their chests, Nightsisters let out howls of approval. The energy was radiant.
Bo-Katan grinned from the balcony. "The galaxy has no idea what's coming," she whispered.
In the shadows, Dooku watched through a hidden feed, smiling with regret and admiration.
And across the stars… Sidious stirred uneasily.
The future was no longer his alone to shape.
Codex Entry 035 – Three Lights
We were forged not in tradition, but in fire.
Not to obey—but to understand.
Not to control—but to protect.
We do not walk ahead of the Order…
We walk beside it.
As Jedi Knights.