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"Sharper. You need to move faster and you need to be stronger"
A tall man dressed in beige robes shouted at a young girl who was rapidly twirling in the center of the training room, her dual bladed lightsaber twisting and jabbing at the imaginary foes.
"Alright, let's call an end to this practice. Go get a drink and begin your meditations. I have council business to attend to." The man said, halting the girls practice, her purple blades hanging at her side.
"Of course, Master Windu"
With that the Jedi Master walked out of the private training room, one that only he and Master Yoda had access to. It was small, barely large enough to have a full out spar. The room was sparsely decorated with one wall made of glass to allow the users a view of the temple. The wall opposing the glass, however; was full of racks of spare sabers of varying kinds and crystal cores. Some were blue, others green, some were dual bladed, some were curved hilted. This wall was layered, row upon row. In contrast to these walls, the other two were plain with no decoration is sight. This was the room where they trained the girl. No one knew about her, she was their secret, a weapon to be crafted and molded to protect the Jedi in the dark times. She was young but more skilled than many masters. With no outside contact this room was her opportunity to see other people, other races, other Jedi.
The girl grabbed her towel from the corner that her stuff had been placed in and walked over to the glass wall. After two and a half hours of running through katas and forms the girl was tired. She had had a late night, as she had had for as long as she could remember. Her masters could only train her when they were not busy and when they were least likely to be found out, meaning lots of late nights and early starts. But she didn't mind, it was what she was used to and it was all that she knew and understood. As she looked out of her training room and into the central courtyard that the glass wall overlooked she could see a master and Padawan combination arguing as they walked through the area. The master was shorter than the Padawan yet carried himself like a well-trained Jedi should, something that was almost a direct contrast to his Padawan who was rushing ahead to try and stop his master to get him to listen to his point. Unfortunately, the Padawan wasn't aware of his surroundings and tripped over another Jedi as they turned a corner in the open space. At this the girl giggled, finding the interactions of other amusing, yet her laughter would not be heard. She knew who the three Jedi were from her lessons with her masters and from the way that other Jedi gossiped, she often hid in the temple and listened to the gossip in an attempt to normalize herself.
The Jedi that the Padawan had tripped over was the Nautolan Jedi master, Kit Fisto, a kind and compassionate Jedi from what her masters had said, very skilled with a saber and a clever sense of humor. The other Jedi master was the Sith slayer, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was the source of gossip even after all these years since he had slain the Sith lord, for his teaching of the so called 'Chosen One' and his possible upgrade to Jedi Master. That left the Padawan. Anakin Skywalker. A conundrum is what he was to the girl. She understood the other Jedi but she didn't understand him. When she asked Master Yoda about him she was told that he was a special case, just like she was. She felt the darkness in him, the same darkness that she felt in her Master and herself sometimes. Many of the Jedi felt dark at times but they were a blinding light for the most part. Yet none shone as brightly as Skywalker. He was nearing the point of his knighthood from what she understood from her master's, something that did not sit well with Master Windu. He didn't trust Anakin, and so she didn't trust him either.
From her vantage point she could see everything, well...everything in the courtyard, but she couldn't do anything. It was like those stories that you hear, of princesses locked up in towers, separated from the world. But this girl is no princess. She has nothing to rule over. Her people were culled and know only she remains, a gift from the force. That's what Master Yoda said to her. She was a gift from the force.
The girl only realizes that she has zoned out when the voices of the Jedi below her moved out of the courtyard. Groaning the girl got up from her position by the window and gathered her things into her little satchel. After swinging it over her shoulder, donning her cape and ensuring that no trace of her was left behind, the girl leapt from the floor to the rim that ran around the ceiling, a small show of the force potential that she possessed, offering enough room for her to stand before her head hit the ceiling. This was how she got around, it was shaded up here and no one looked up when she dimmed her force presence to the point that it was almost invisible.
It was a long trip back to her quarters, with many tight crawl spaces providing her a shortcut through the temple. After a half hour trip of crawling and sneaking, the girl reached a drop point. It was a tunnel with a ladder running down the side that lead down three floors until it reached a level that regular Jedi cannot enter. That was where her quarters were. But she did not climb down, no that would take too long. Instead she jumped. The tunnel was wide enough for her to not worry about hitting the edge in an attempt to avoid the ladder.
Upon landing, she realized that she wasn't alone in the cavern that awaited her at the end of the tunnel. A temple guard was there, watching her from the corner.
"How old are you now girl?" His mask manipulated his voice to alter it until it was unrecognizable, robotic even.
"I believe that I turn 9 in two weeks sir" Her voice didn't shake with nerves, she was used to these mysterious Jedi.
"It is about time that you move away from the path of the Jedi don't you think? You are far to strong to be wasted upon them. You hide in the shadows like we do, you are meant to be one of us. Perhaps not a guard like me but a sentinel perhaps, something that works in the shadows. Yes, that would work. We shall talk to your Master's about finishing your studies as their Padawan."
"Thank you, sir. It would be an honor sir."
And with that, the guard left. The girl had always known that she would not be an ordinary Jedi like the others, if she was meant for that path then her master's wouldn't be training her in secret and she wouldn't be a joint Padawan. But this is the path that the force has laid out for her and she will walk it.
The small foyer room had many doorways leading off in different directions but she chose the only one that was locked. After manipulating the crystals in the locks to open, the old doorway slid open, allowing her to enter. Once the girl was over the boundary she activated the lights with a simple flick of her wrist and manipulation of the force. Yes, she would be severely reprimanded for doing so if caught by her master's but she was beyond tired.
As the room was lit up segment by segment, it revealed a modest apartment like structure. There was a small room for meditation off to her right and on her left, was a training room big enough to run through the movements without an activated saber. The girl threw her satchel onto the bench that was ahead of her, next to a table with a saber on it, or at least what would eventually become a saber as she was only midway through construction. Yes, she had passed the trial of building one's own saber but she would be in need of a new one should she ever lose or damage her saber. The seating area was next to a small kitchenette, with an access area that enabled her to call for food to be sent down the temple and to the access area, enabling her to eat what the others ate, giving the girl one chance at being normal, at being like the others in the temple. Behind this area was her sleeping quarters, a small alcove style room with a cabinet and a mat on the floor next to a fire place. Yes, the girl lived in almost complete solitude, but she was cared for and she liked the peace.
Knowing just how sweaty she was from her training earlier, the girl removed her cloak and outer garments before heading through to her bathroom. Upon closing the door and turning around she was able to look at herself in the mirror and truly see the results of her training. She had finally started losing the baby fat in her face as her cheeks started hollowing to show her high set cheekbones. She had golden skin from her time spent relaxing on the roof of the temple, her hiding space that she went to whenever she felt like she needed to escape. Her hair was getting longer now and the two braids that symbolized her two masters hung past her shoulders, her pale gold hair reaching over halfway down her back. She was pretty, she guessed. Golden looks with big green eyes and long lashes. Strong despite her lean frame, toned from hours of training every week. She was human in shape but she didn't bleed like they did. Because she wasn't human. Simple as that. She may look human and have almost all the same features as humans have, but she wasn't human. She was Luman or at least, she was from the Luman System. Master Yoda said that he had found her on the planet of Ilum, the planet that the Jedi harvested their kyber crystals from.
If she had been created by the force as Master Yoda suspected, then she would be the only living Ilian. The rest of her people were usurped many years ago by demons of their own creating, the Ilorian shades. Yet some Ilians had escaped the massacre in what was some of the first space travel, spreading their teaching to the planets of Jedda, Tython and Ahch-To, creating the first Jedi. These Ilians were hunted by the creatures that the Shades had created, they called themselves the Sith and they eventually rebelled against their creators just as the Shades had done to the Ilians. But their fighting didn't stop until only one remained. The first Sith Lord. And that was how it all began, that was the legacy of this girl's past even though she was not alive to see it. This girl is Anniha Valor. This girl will shape the future.