Star Wars Rules! Unfortunately I have no control with the guys who own it cry. Here's my fic though.
Summary: This is the story of a young Jedi Padawan named Levan Grossin. Her master is Jedi Master Depa Billaba. Levan is fourteen years old and good friends with Anakin Skywalker. The story starts with the time of clan-ship for Levan and uncertainty for Anakin.
"Now wait here Annie, and don't move," said Master Qui-Gon to a small boy dressed in a ragged tunic and pants ", We'll call for you when it's time." With that the master and his student went down the hall. As they rounded the corner out of sight a young girl with hair cut short dressed in small version Jedi clothes came out from behind a potted plant.
"Hello," she said ", I'm Levan. I'm five standard. Who are you?"
"Anakin Skywalker, but most people call me Annie. I'm nine," the boy replied.
"Why are you going to see the Council? You aren't a Padawan and you aren't in a clan," asked Levan in a curious way.
"I'm going to be," Anakin replied defensively. At this reply the young girl laughed.
"How can you your too old! All of us were brought here at birth or shortly after."
"I was born in the Outer Rim. They don't test people for midi chlorians there."
"Yes well I need to leave. I can feel Master Qui-Gon coming back. Good luck on your trials and may the Force be with you." With this she scurried down the hallway.
Nine Years Later
"Greetings, Master Obi-Wan." The tall man nodded in return to the address from the tall teenage girl with short brown hair.
"What can I do for you young one?" asked the Jedi Master "Or do you seek my Padawan."
"The latter Master, if you can spare him, he was going to help me with my lightsaber skills and I with his historical texts."
"If you can find him then your welcome to have him," replied Obi-Wan with a slight tone of irritation in his voice ", It will do him some good to be beaten by a younger Padawan. Maybe then he would listen to me more seriously about his practice. As for finding him, try the garden he often goes there now."
"Thank you Master Obi-Wan," replied Levan.
With a low bow of respect she left the housing wing and started down the grand hallways of the Jedi Temple. As she walked Levan immersed herself in the living Force around her. In the Temple she could feel hundreds of Jedi and could since little darkness except near the entrances and exits where the rest of Corusant dwelled. As she walked she saw Padawans scurrying after their Masters probably off to some border trouble. Near some potted plants she saw members of the mighty Bear Clan exploring with the new freedom their age allowed the Jedi Temple. Huddled in a corner some other Jedi hopefuls on the brink of ending their clanship gathered talking about the building of their first lightsabers. Then there were the Jedi master who walked with great dignity and solitude doing their daily duties. Levan started down the grand stair case that lead to the front of the Jedi Temple and to the halls that branched off into amazing numbers. Levan took the Corridor the branched off from the room where Master Yoda trained the younglings while they were in clans. "Maybe I should go and see if Master Yoda would consider any help with his next class after Anakin and I are done," she thought. Levan had taken an interest in helping the younger trainees when she was appointed to Master Billaba as the Jedi's protégé. There w as no more time to dwell on that though for she saw Anakin coming out of the gardens and down the darkened hallway toward her.
"Hello Anakin," she said in a quite voice that hid her enthusiasm ", Master Obi-Wan thought I might find you here."
"Yes," came the somber reply from Anakin as if his mind remained else where. This was a tone that Levan had heard before. It was the tone that Anakin often had now.
"You had the dream again didn't you?" she prompted.
"Yes."
"Did it end this time or did it stop halfway through?"
"All the way this time. All the fraggin way."
"Have you consulted Master Obi-Wan? He should be able to help," Levan stated with some concern for her older friend. Anakin might be four years her senior, but she had been training longer and this fact had formed almost a family-like bond between the two of them. As everyone knew Anakin had started his training late. Many of the Masters questioned the idea of letting Anakin in. Levan's own master, Master Billaba was one of the council that had opposed Anakin's admission in the first place. Even Master Billaba had to admit Anakin's great progress under the wise eye of Master Obi-Wan.
"No, I haven't Master just wouldn't understand. I would probably would get the same lecture again," said Anakin as he made his face look somber and old trying to imitate Master Obi-Wan ", We are Jedi, Anakin, not mind readers or dream interpreters."
"Yes, well I still think you should tell someone," said Levan moving the small braid that ran down the side of her head out of her face. The two then proceeded down the hall.