It was funny. The adults taking all this so seriously, and the children playing along, playing along, believing it too until suddenly the adults went too far, tried too hard, and the children could see through their game. Forget it, Mazer. I don't care if I pass your test, I don't care if I follow your rules. If you can cheat, so can I. I won't let you beat me unfairly - I'll beat you unfairly first.

In that final battle in Battle School, he had won by ignoring the enemy, by ignoring his own losses; he had moved against the enemy's gate.

And the enemy's gate was down.

Quote from Ender's Game, by Orson Scott Card

Ideally, do no harm. Harm speeds up the heat-death of the Universe, and indirectly, your own.

More practically, do as little harm as possible. We are creatures of a Universe in which entropy exists, and therefore see no way of escape, but we do not need to help it.

Harm no one's internal, invisible integrities. Leave others the privacies of their minds and lives. Intimacy remains precious only insofar as it is inviolate: invading it turns it to torment. Reach out to others courteously: accept their reaching in the same way, with careful hands.

Do not murder. The spear in the other's heart is the spear in your own; you are he. All action has reaction: what force you inflict, inevitably returns. The murder of the other is the murder of your own joy, forever.

As far as possible, do not kill. Can you give life to what you kill? Then be slow to take life. Take only life that will not notice you taking it. To notice one's own death increases entropy. To die and not notice it increases it less, but still does so.

Cast out fear. Cast out hate and rage. Cast out greed and envy. Cast out all emotion that speeds entrophy, whether it be love or hate. Cast out these emotions by using reason to accept them, and then move past them. Use in moderation emotions that do not speed entropy, taking all care that they do not cause others pain, for that speeds entropy as well. Master your passions, so that they become a power for the slowing of the heat-death.

Do not offer harm to those that harm you. Offer them peace, and offer them peace again, and do it until you die. In this manner you will have peace, one way or the other, even if they kill you. And you cannot give to others what you have not experienced yourself.

Learn reason above all. Learn clear thought: learn to know what is from what seems to be, and what you wish to be. This is the key to everything: the truth of reality, the reality of truth. What is will set you free.

Quote from Spock's World, by Diane Duane

At the gate, Wiggin had time to line them up in toons, then remind them, "Which way is the enemy's gate?"

"Down!" they all answered.

Bean only mouthed the word. Down. Down down down.

What's the best way to get down off a goose?

What are you doing up on a goose in the first place, you fool!

Quote from Ender's Shadow, by Orson Scott Card

Toriovico was dancing. Toriovico was.

Toriovico was dancing. Dancing. He was.

Toriovico was the Healed One.

Was? Is! Was.

Toriovico was Dancing. Only when dancing was he - Toriovico.

Toriovico was dancing. Toriovico was...

Dancing? Was he? Dancing? Who was he?

What had he been doing? What had he been thinking? Had he been thinking? Had he?

Maybe just a little.

Quote from The Dragon of Despair, by Jane Lindskold

Outside the universe, there is nothing.

This nothing is called hyperspace.

A tiny bubble of existance hangs in the nothing. This bubble is called a ship.

The bubble has neither motion nor stillness, nor even orientation, since the nothing has no distance or direction. It hangs there forever, or for less than an instant, because in the nothing there is also no time. Time, distance, and direction have meaning only inside the bubble, and the bubble maintains the existence of these things only by an absolute seperation of what is within from what is without.

The bubble is its own universe.

Outside the universe, there is nothing.

Quote from Traitor, by Matthew Stover (also the author of the book version of Ep. III)

A great rabbi stands teaching in the marketplace. It happens that a husband finds proof that morning of his wife's adultery, and a mob carries her to the marketplace to stone her to death. (There is a familiar version of this story, but a friend of mine, a speaker for the dead, has told me of two other rabbis that faced the same situation. These are the ones I'm going to tell you.)

The rabbi walks forward and stands beside the woman. Out of respect for him the mob forbears, and waits with the stones heavy in their hands. "Is there anyone here," he says to them, "who has not desired another man's wife, another woman's husband?"

They murmur and say, "We all know desire. But, Rabbi, none of us has acted on it."

The rabbi says, "Then kneel down and give thanks that God made you strong." He takes the woman by the hand and leads her out of the market. Just before he lets her go, he whispers to her, "Tell the lord magistrate who saved his mistress. Then he'll know I am his loyal servant."

So the woman lives, because the community is too corrupt to protect itself from disorder.

Another rabbi, another city. He goes to her and stops the mob, as in the other story, and says, "Which of you is without sin? Let him cast the first stone."

The people are abashed, and they forget their unity of purpose in the memory of their own individual sins. Someday, they think, I may be like this woman, and I'll hope for forgiveness and another chance. I should treat her the way I wish to be treated.

As they open their hands and let the stones fall to the ground, the rabbi picks up one of the fallen stones, lifts it high over the woman's head, and throws it straight down with all his might. It crushes her skull and dashes her brains onto the cobblestones.

"Nor am I without sin," he says to the people. "But if we allow only perfect people to enforce the law, the law will soon be dead, and our city with it."

So the woman died because her community was too rigid to endure her deviance.

The famous version of this story is noteworthy because it is so startlingly rare in our experience. Most communites lurch between decay and rigor mortis, and when they veer too far, they die. Only one rabbi dared to expect of us such a perfect balance that we could preserve the law and still forgive the deviation.

So, of course, we killed him.

Quote from Speaker for the Dead, by Orson Scott Card

10/7/04
Note About Chapter 4 DFpM: Sorry! Those are the only books I haven't gotten to yet so I didn't know about which Antilles it was. I just put it in because Ani/Vader needed to meet up with one of his victims and that was the only person I could think of that he might have forgotten to completely break the neck of...

12/14/04
Note about DFpM: Many apologies, but there will be a long break as I continue work on the story. The problem is that I need information which can only be found in Episode Three. As many people are aware, that won't be coming out in theaters for a few more months. Once again, I am very sorry. If I can manage another chapter without the info I need, I will post it, but most likely not for a while...sorry.

5/25/05

Note on DFpM: Posting of new chapters has resumed.

7/4/05

Note on DFpM Chapter 15: Yes, I know, it makes no sense. My apologies. Even though this will probably give away the ultimate resolution (maybe) of the fic, if not leave you all with migraines, here is the real idea behind this fic. Anakin/Vader has long since been my favorite character, even before NJO and the new movies, so writing a 'He Lives!' fic appealed to me. But when I put together his 'Chosen One' status and the idea given in the Unifying Force (last book of NJO) that the Jedi Order was originally a purely meditative order, the 'Chosen One Prophecy' finally started to make sense. The Chosen One was supposed to be an incredibly powerful and incredibly unstable Force-sensative who had to bring himself into balance to bring the Force into balance (read Unifying Force if you're still confused) and Anakin fits the 'unstable' bill perfectly. As far as instability goes, Multiple Personality Syndrome is only one of many terrible things the poor guy's capable of experiencing...I just happen to like this one the best.

9/11/05

Note on DFpM: Just a heads up, now that college has started up again (for me and some of you) as well as regular school (for some others of you). Updates will probably be monthly now, possibly bi-monthly if I get inspired and have enough time to write. Thanks for your patience!

04/04/07

...I'm alive, really. My writing inclinations and inspirations...not so much.

11/ 29/07

This really kind of disappointing. I'd like to be able to finish my story...but the ending I had planned for DFpM has morphed into something...basically unusable. At this rate, this story will be on hiatus indefinitely...

In the meanwhile, I'll see if I can think of anything at all that I can post for those wonderful people who've been so patient with me to read. You're all wonderful!

02/23/08

I can't believe this. I honestly can't believe this.

I found my muse and my ending! I can't promise fast updates, but I can promise updates - and this is just as amazing to me as it must be to all of you!

DFpM is back on the road to completion!

And now, without too much further ado...

Hello, my name is Yun Daragon, and I'm a fanfiction writer.

I'm 22 years old, and while I still try to write, I don't have as much time as I'd like to do so in. Ain't it always the case?

My main interest is still Star Wars - hence my 'Anakin Skywalker lives' epoch that's currently my main focus.

I do, however, also greatly enjoy Star Trek and InuYasha, amongst other things. I'm spending the time between my last DFpM update and the next fiddling with various ideas in these catagories...nothing yet, but you might want to keep your eyes peeled.

That said, I am also an aspiring and willing beta...let me know if you're interested in anything like that, okay?