CHAPTER ONE
Two forms in dark, hooded cloaks walked the people-lined streets of Naboo's capital city of Theed. The figures had a strange aura about them in which others could sense strange warmth of some kind, an almost earthy power that they secretly both possessed. The regal female master, and smaller apprentice, steadily walked towards a town house with colorful flowers draping from the boxes under the windows. The street looked rather pleasant, gladly displaying the love of art on the planet.
The pair walked up a set of steps and the Master knocked on the dark wood door. They readily sensed someone coming after the soft knock of their arrival. Jathe Theteve came to the door. When he saw the robed Jedi, a hint of relief and sadness fell across his face.
"We're glad you both could come." He said quietly showing them in. Jathe quietly led them up a staircase and into a dimly lit bedroom. A pale, thin woman was sitting on the bed cradling a small child in her arms.
"Yateja, Master Tei-Lon Autoia and her apprentice have arrived." The woman looked up from the bundle.
"We're obliged that you will take my daughter, Anja as a student to the Temple." Yatcja said hoarsely as she clasped the hand of her husband, Jathe.
"I am glad you chose the right future for your daughter." The Master answered kindly with a reassuring smile from under her honey locks. "She will be taught in the ways of the Jedi."
"She was tested for a midi-chlorian count when she was born." Jathe said. Yatcja added quietly to the reasoning, "My health is failing, and with Jathe's occupation as a pilot, it's just too risky to go on like this. She might not have anyone left." She coughed quietly and gave the pair a sad, sorrowful look. "It was the best decision."
"I understand. We will take very good care of her at the Temple. It is the best life for one of her abilities." The Jedi Master reached down and picked the six-month-old up as if she were her own daughter.
"I hope that you will keep us updated on her training."
"Of course we will."
"Goodbye Anja." Yatcja whispered as the Master and her quiet apprentice turned to leave and return home after their mission of retrieving the new pupil.
Two forms in dark, hooded cloaks walked the people-lined streets of Naboo's capital city of Theed. The figures had a strange aura about them in which others could sense strange warmth of some kind, an almost earthy power that they secretly both possessed. The regal female master, and smaller apprentice, steadily walked towards a town house with colorful flowers draping from the boxes under the windows. The street looked rather pleasant, gladly displaying the love of art on the planet.
The pair walked up a set of steps and the Master knocked on the dark wood door. They readily sensed someone coming after the soft knock of their arrival. Jathe Theteve came to the door. When he saw the robed Jedi, a hint of relief and sadness fell across his face.
"We're glad you both could come." He said quietly showing them in. Jathe quietly led them up a staircase and into a dimly lit bedroom. A pale, thin woman was sitting on the bed cradling a small child in her arms.
"Yateja, Master Tei-Lon Autoia and her apprentice have arrived." The woman looked up from the bundle.
"We're obliged that you will take my daughter, Anja as a student to the Temple." Yatcja said hoarsely as she clasped the hand of her husband, Jathe.
"I am glad you chose the right future for your daughter." The Master answered kindly with a reassuring smile from under her honey locks. "She will be taught in the ways of the Jedi."
"She was tested for a midi-chlorian count when she was born." Jathe said. Yatcja added quietly to the reasoning, "My health is failing, and with Jathe's occupation as a pilot, it's just too risky to go on like this. She might not have anyone left." She coughed quietly and gave the pair a sad, sorrowful look. "It was the best decision."
"I understand. We will take very good care of her at the Temple. It is the best life for one of her abilities." The Jedi Master reached down and picked the six-month-old up as if she were her own daughter.
"I hope that you will keep us updated on her training."
"Of course we will."
"Goodbye Anja." Yatcja whispered as the Master and her quiet apprentice turned to leave and return home after their mission of retrieving the new pupil.