A promising young student has been found by the Jedi on a distant world. The numbers of the Jedi are few, but those who teach are dedicated to their young students. One boy will forever change the course of the Order and the life of a certain small Coreillian Jedi Knight.

Mioti Orea stood looking up at the Jedi Temple. He really wasn't sure why he was here. His parents were long dead and had been Sith in any case. He could do things when he was upset, angry. Terrible things. He'd been living on the streets of since the death of his parents. Surviving on nothing but his wits and a reputation for being dangerous when provoked. He'd been safe enough but lonely. He'd had no friends.

He'd learned to be careful as he got older. To not attract attention, but the tall man in brown robes had followed him anyways and Mioti had not been able to shake him in the winding streets of . Frightened, cornered in a blind alley, trapped, Mioti had finally turned on his pursuer.

"Get back!" He threw his thin arms forward, closed his eyes and imagined the man hurling backwards through the garbage on the street.

Mioti opened his eyes. The man was still standing there. Hood up. An enigmatic smile playing about his lips. Mioti trembled in fear. This had never happened this way before. When he imagined his attacker being hurled away, they were.

The glint of a lightsaber hilt shone from the side of the man's obi under his brown robe. Mioti cowered in fear for a moment and then he put his chin up and stood, legs apart, his hands bunched into trembling fists.

"Fine, just kill me and get it over with then. I'm sure you have better things to do than chase around the son of a Sith anyways."

The Jedi looked down at the small boy, barely over ten rotations. His smile grew. "Now why would I do that youngling?"

Mioti stared up at the man. The Jedi was smiling. No one but his mother had ever smiled at him that he could remember. The Jedi's smile reached his eyes. A strange thought entered Mioti's head and without realizing it he spoke, softly, almost to himself. "I don't have to fall to the dark side?"

"Not if you don't want to youngling. Not if you don't want to." The Jedi gave Mioti a searching look that made the boy squirm in embarrassment, it felt as though the Jedi was looking deep into his soul and Mioti knew he did not pass muster.

"But… my parents were Sith."

"They weren't always Mioti. Once long ago they were respected Jedi. If you come to the temple, let us train you… you can redeem their good names." The Jedi did not move throughout this exchange, waiting to see what the boy did.

"I can redeem them? How?" Mioti had been too young when his parents were ambushed and killed by the Sith to know or understand why. They had turned to the dark side before he was born. He had no way of knowing the Sith had attacked because his parents had fled and hidden on Hoth while they awaited contact from the Jedi so they could go home. The Jedi had been too late, his parents had been killed and his older brother had taken him and fled the planet. They had been separated later and Mioti no longer knew where his older brother was. The Jedi had been looking for the boys ever since.

"By becoming a Jedi as they once were." The Jedi smiled wider as Mioti, small, skinny, dark haired and dirty inched closer, his curiosity winning over his fear and aversion of close proximity of another.

Mioti was now almost close enough to touch the Jedi if he chose to. He could feel the sincerity from the man. He believed him. "All right, when do I start?"

The Jedi laughed. It was a warm low rumble sort of laugh and the boy's ears went red in embarrassment. "We'll get your things and leave for Coruscant within the hour."

"These are my things." The boy said simply of the cloths on his back.

"Then we will go now." The Jedi turned and walked out of the ally, knowing his small charge would follow. We'll need to get him some under cloths I think the Jedi mused in his head, and some hygiene products and a long hot bath as well and… The Jedi kept his thoughts to himself and lead the boy back to the hanger where his Jedi Order issue ship sat.

It occurred to Mioti that he had not gotten the man's name and realized it hardly mattered. He was getting off this rock for good and becoming something he never thought he could even hope for. He was going to be a Jedi.