Hello! So, this is my 1st Rebels fanfiction. I hope you like it!

I never wanted a padawan to begin with. Maybe in the old times, I would have, but things are different now. The Jedi order has collapsed. I can only guess the low number of surviving Jedi. I didn't want to risk a life other than my own. There was no way I could ever take on a padawan.

My name is Dunan. I am the sole survivor of the purge in the Jedi temple. I wasn't even ten years when it happened. The trauma at an age that young left me with pieces of my memory out of place. Unfortunately for me, I can see, or rather hear, what happened then over and over. I remember simply being lucky in finding a better spot to hide in than everyone else. I almost left my hiding spot when I heard another youngling cry out to Master Skywalker. He had been a hero, every youngling had only the highest respect for him. After all, he joined the order at such a late age and became one of the most powerful Jedi. Then, a blue lightsaber flash, screams sounded, and then there was silence.

I stayed hidden like the little coward that I was. Clones came, patrolled the area, fate looked upon me and I stayed alive. Somehow, I'm not sure how, they looked less friendly than before. Maybe it was the way that they shot down another youngling in cold blood. Fear wasn't an emotion for a Jedi, I knew that, but it coursed through me like the blood in my veins.

I can't remember too well, but at one point I heard voices and I tried to creep back into the shadows. "The dark side clouds everything." A familiar voice said. Master Yoda! I had so much trust in that voice that I came out without hesitation. Master Kenobi stood next to him. "A survivor?" Master Kenobi said. I nodded. "Are there any more?" He asked. I shook my head doubtfully. His shoulders slumped.

I took a step closer to the masters and that's when I saw it. The bodies of my friends and fellow younglings. I did my best to contain my screams and ended up just staring wide eyed at the cold corpses. My legs couldn't support me and I crumpled to my knees, covering my mouth before my last meal splattered on the ground. Master Kenobi walked over and covered my eyes before the sight could sink itself into my mind anymore.

In the end, I think I passed out, but I awoke on a ship and Master Yoda explained that I was going to be put in a safe home with good people. "Master, please." I begged. "I still want to be a Jedi." It may have seemed crazy for me to still want to be a Jedi, but I trained my whole life for it. I was reluctant to give it up. "Strong is The Force in you." He said. "Many Jedi, one with The Force they have become." I lowered my head, I knew I sensed something off right before the temple was purged.

"I will train her." Master Kenobi interjected. "There will be a new order one day. A Jedi order needs Jedi." Somehow he got Master Yoda to agree and I became Kenobi's apprentice.

I lived with him on Tatooine and barely became a Jedi. My lightsaber was always in pieces because it was too dangerous to carry around when it was assembled, for fear that the empire would learn my secret. We took the braid out of my hair as well. I left because I wanted to help make a difference in the world, plus being separated would help us lay low. I got an education in medicine and worked in a hospital. Laying low was working perfectly, until a fifteen year old with a concussion came in. Then, my world kind of caved in...

Should I go on? Any suggestions will be noted. Reviews are also good. I would like to hear any thoughts on this!