Summary: First in a new series, like the other summary said. It's a series written from Yoda's perspective that will focus on a number of different Jedi (this one is obviously focusing on Dooku). Each one will be a collection of one shots from that Jedi's life as Yoda watches them grow from a youngling into an adult. These are meant as character studies, and as such the chapters may be shorter than usual and pretty introspective. And yes, these are a result of my inability to find a plot and stick with it... ;) I have been working on these in between homework assignments, though, so I've already got a few chapters written! Expect updates once every one or two weeks (every week to start!).
Disclaimer: Felt I should write one since I haven't in a while... characters belong to the big man, but I claim the story! On a different note, Yoda is Dooku's master in this story, and I'm using the name 'Yan' for Dooku's first name. It's technically a fan-made name, but I think it fits and so I'm gonna use it. I mention Yoda as his master since Yoda wasn't technically Dooku's actual master; that's the relationship in this fic, though.
Again, this is a character study hoping to delve deeper into who Dooku is, what made him who he is, and how he became a Sith. It's also a study into Yoda as well, perhaps more so than it is into Dooku... anyways, hope you guys enjoy! :)
A shadow. Slippery, subtle, and clever. The boy is utterly drenched in the Force... and yet Yoda wonders at the nature of it. The shadow, that is. The Force is different with this one, somewhere in between the two contrasting sides. Here, in the presence of so many other light-siders, the boy almost feels dark.
And then Yan smiles at him, a grin that reveals three missing teeth - he lost them all within a week - and the ancient master melts at the sight. He lets a soft sigh escape him, silently admonishing his weakness for children. Particularly this child. The boy has reached his heart somehow and he knows that he'll never be free of that soft grip.
As if somehow sensing this unknown secret, Yan lets out a satisfied giggle and runs over to the wizened old troll, stumbling as he tries to stop. Yoda watches, both amused and concerned, as the four-year-old promptly face-plants right at his feet.
He twists his gnarled stick into the mud, humming softly. "Okay are you, young one?"
A muddied mop of dark hair lifts a little to reveal that toothless grin once more, and the soft grip grows stronger around his heart. The Force whispers a warning and slithers its way around the boy, a shadowy current that raises only questions and gives no answers.
"Master Yoatha!" the boy fairly squeals, his delight completely misplaced among the unseen shadows. "I lost another toof!"
Yoda laughs, both acknowledging and ignoring the Force's warning in one fell swoop. "So you have."
The Jedi master listens once more, but the Force is silent now, and all he hears are Yan's exuberant shouts as he runs towards the other younglings, apparently satisfied with Yoda's gentle agreement.
The boy is special. Yoda knows this, both from the way his heart twists at every smile Yan sends his way, and also from the unforeseeable future surrounding him. It's a shadow, and Yoda wonders at the nature of it.
He wonders whether it will end in peace or pain. He wonders if the boy is a shadow as well...
But the answer doesn't matter, not in the current moment. All Yoda knows is that the toddler that's teetering around the other children in graceless, loopy circles has just become a permanent fixture in what remains of his long life.
And he's okay with that, shadow or not.
Like I said: short. Next one's longer! ;)
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