A/N: Well, here is my Star Wars fanfic. I enjoyed writing this so I hope to continue this for a while. Yes, this is an OC fanfic, but it is based on Star Wars. Real characters will be mentioned from time to time, but mostly my own. I hope you like it!

Chapter 1

"He will never be skilled enough to become a Jedi." I stood outside the conference room, listening in on the committee's conversation with the Jedi Lord. Staring hopelessly down at my own feet, I knew I shouldn't have held on to that last shred of hope. It was too good to be true; my year of training at this school. I thought I had been showing potential all this time, that I had a reason for them to keep me here.

"I am aware of that." The Lord said. "Everyone here has noticed it, even the other students notice it."

Everyone noticed…but me. I guess I had noticed, but I was too afraid to admit it.

"Yes, sir. But he is still a very intelligent young man." My Master replied.

"I suppose he is." The Lord said, stroking his long beard in contemplation.

"What shall we do then, sir?" Master asked.

"That is obvious," he answered in a cold voice. "You must take his saber and send him home."

"But, my Lord! He has poten-" He was cut off by a wave of the Lord's hand.

"I am aware this will be a considerable loss if that were really true, but this boy is nothing but a nuisance at the moment. Banish him right away. No further arguments!" His deep voice boomed and echoed throughout the room, gaining agreeing nods from the other committee members.

"As you wish, sir," my Master sighed, bowing and dismissing himself.

Before I was spotted, I turned and hurried back to my room. The light blue of the walls and rug was quite annoying. The color of the never-ending rain that seemed to shroud my very existence: blue. Even my useless light-saber was blue. Oh, how I loathed that color.

As soon as I got myself situated in a way that would not look suspicious, my door slid open and there was Master Odisu Kanibawa, the Jedi placed in charge of my training, a mask of unreadable emotion on his face. I knew what he was going to tell me. I knew I was never good enough to gain the respect and recognition of anyone around here. I was a failure, an untalented fluke who managed to squirm his way into this dumb Jedi training academy. The only reason I was allowed to stay was because of my lineage. Kaiden Ichima, the son of the most brilliantly gifted Jedi of the century. Too bad he was such a disappointment; can't even use the Force.

Bracing myself for the inevitable, I met my Master's eyes. "Yes?" I asked, keeping my voice free of any emotion.

With a sigh, my Master broke the news. "I'm sorry Kaiden, but you are hereby expelled from this academy. You have ten minutes to pack and get out of here. A message will be sent to your father at the earliest convenience." He said so matter-of-factly it almost made me cringe. I had always thought my Master liked me. I guess I was wrong about that too.

"Okay. I understand." I handed him my light-saber without question. It was inevitable anyway. I didn't dare look at my Master again, fearing I would lose my cool.

Within five minutes, what little I owned was packed up into one bag and thrown over my shoulder. No goodbyes, no one to feel sorry for me, no worries; that was the way to go. Besides, I didn't have anyone to say farewell to anyways. I didn't bother to make friends, or rather, no one bothered to get to know me.

I had traveled a great distance in the short time I had been wandering. Outside was very hot. It was the middle of the summer and all I had to wear was my training uniform. It was a good thing it was light weight, or else I would have been sweating buckets. I kept walking until the sun set on the horizon and decided to take shelter for the night. That planet became very cold at night and I needed to build a fire, otherwise I would freeze to death. The schizophrenic weather always did drive me crazy. I managed to find some stray twigs and got them lit after a good hour of rubbing them together. It was a small fire, but it would have to do. Because I did not own a ship, I couldn't return home just yet. It wasn't really fair how they could kick someone out without even having a ride home. Damn, why was Earth so far away?

Hmmm, what a predicament I was in.

'This is no time to wallow in your self pity, Kaiden,' I told myself. 'It'll only make the situation worse.' I wasn't going to be pessimistic, nor was I in a place to be optimistic. I saw the situation as it was. I was kicked out of school, now I was homeless. What should I do next? The day had already gone by, and the next thing I knew, I was asleep.

Dreamless nights always come to an end eventually, though the never-ending dark abyss seems a very lovely escape from reality. Blinking the sleep from my tired eyes, I took in an entirely new set of surroundings. This was definitely not the rural area I had fallen asleep in. Was I still dreaming? A painful pinch in the arm reassured me I was not. But, where was I?

I was no longer outside, but in a room. Dull grey walls, a dark tiled floor, and a bed adorned with comfortable looking pillows were around me. It was a cozy little room, and for some reason, it felt like I should be there. Standing up, I wandered over to a rather large bookcase in the corner, filled to the brim with books. Perfect! I loved reading. The door was right next to it, and when I placed my hand on it, it wouldn't open. It must have been locked from the outside. Great; I was a prisoner. But what kind of captive gets his own comfortable little bedroom. There was even a hologram projector and a sofa! I didn't understand what was going on at all.

As if in answer to my inner questions, the door slid open to reveal a cloaked figure. The only natural reaction was to fall flat on my butt, which I did. This earned quite an alarming chuckle from the hooded man. Taking a step in, he lowered his hood and let the door slide closed behind him. A smooth, but angular, face being covered by strands of long, silver hair, with deep crimson eyes to match his robe, was revealed. It was obvious this man was a Sith by just the aura around him. But what would a Sith want with a weakling like me?

"Hello there, young one," the man said in a sharp, yet somehow welcoming voice.

I was wary of his intentions, but I replied nonetheless. "Hello there, old one."

The man burst out laughing, and I raised an eyebrow. Usually adults didn't find my disrespectfulness amusing. He was different, much different.

"Well now. We've got guts I see. I assume that arrogance is because of that incredible power you have," he said, composing himself. I rolled my eyes at his statement.

Wait…what? Did he just say what I thought he said? Me? Incredible power? What kind of sick joke is that? How could he even say that with a straight face? It was obvious he was playing with me, and I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "What power? There's no power that I'm aware of," I grumbled. The last time I checked, I was just a loser who was kicked out of school.

A look of surprise crossed his face and he raised a pale eyebrow at my response. "Oh? No power that you are aware of? Surely you must be joking. The power...that energy…I sense from you is astounding. And you say you have none? How peculiar." He stroked his chin for a moment than smiled. "Kid, how about you become my apprentice."

I blinked. What the…? Why was this guy just spouting nonsense to me? "How about no," I stated harshly. What good would having me around do?

The man shook his head and clicked his tongue. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. It's a shame really. All that power, all that potential. Pity it will all go to waste. You obviously don't want to become strong."

Bam! Right where it hurts! Oh, how I longed to be strong. Potential? Power? It wasn't really possible? Was it? I could make everyone back at the academy who didn't believe in me regret their mistakes. I could show them I wasn't a failure after all. No. I couldn't show them. I would show them.

I pulled myself to my feet and gave him a determined look. "If I really have all this 'power' you're talking about, would you help me realize it?"

His expression changed to a more serious one. "Yes."

What was I doing? Actually considering a Sith to become my Master? Was I really going to go against all I stood for? No. All I used to stand for. Yes. Before I changed my mind, I found myself bowing to him. "Okay, teach everything…Master."

A new road has been chosen. Will it lead to success? Or will it lead to despair?

A/N: If you like it, please review! It's a little short but I already have chapter two being planned in my head, so it will come soon. Well, until then…stay tuned!

May the Force be with you. c: