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Chapter 1
The Dream
Donte bolted straight into they air and broke into a cold sweat. He had that dream again, that horrible reminder of the night he lost everything, and became what he is today. He was a twenty one year old apprentice under Master Oba Dagan. He had dark black hair, blue eyes, and was 6'1.
Donte got up and rubbed his head since he had developed a splitting headache from the dream. He got up and headed towards the refrigerator in his kitchen where he opened the door and drowsily searched through its contents before shutting it and turning towards the exit. He grabbed his robes haphazardly and through them on over his clothes.
He walked through the door of the apartment and was turning around to slide in his access card to lock the door and found a note.
Donte,
Meet me in the courtyard.
Donte never could understand how Master Oba always knew when he needed help, sometimes even before he knew himself. Donte walked into the elevator and pressed the 1st floor button. In a flash he was stepping out of the elevator (which is surprising considering he lived on the fifty-third floor) and walking through the lobby of the apartment complex connected with the Jedi Temple. The courtyard was a peaceful and tranquil place of "mind and spirit", as the masters called it.
Oba was a Twelik, and had a very carefree spirit. She was in Dontes' opinion, the most understanding, and friendliest. He felt that no matter what he needed help with he knew he could always go to her. And he also knew he could always go to her just to talk, and maybe watch a little holo-TV, or help the younglings train. Few other apprentices could say the same.
At the fountain he could see his master running a finger through the gently flowing water. Oba was not the… favorite master among the order. They felt she was too careless, and that she never took enough time each day to meditate and focus her skills. But in his opinion, he couldn't have a better master.
"Master, you wanted to talk to me?" Donte asked coming up to her and taking a seat on the fountains edge.
"Oba will do just fine, and no, as a matter of fact I think you want to talk to me." she replied still running her finger through the water but eyes intent on Donte.
"I had that dream again," Donte started before being cut off by Oba.
"Oh yes, that dream again…" she replied with a glassy look in her eyes.
Fifteen years earlier…"Mom, hurry up, I'm gonna be late for school," a young boy yelled while running to the front door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, hold your horses," the woman, his mother replied.
The small six year old was running through the halls of their small country house on Naboo just on the outskirts of the capital.
"Come on mom, I don't want to be late the first day of school," he said while jumping up and down with antisipation.
"Here, have some breakfast before we go," said his mother who was still getting ready.
He ran right by her, grabbed a piece of toast and ran through the door and hopped into the speeder, all while taking large bites from his toast. His mother came up through the door, locking it behind her. She opened the door of the speeder turned on the ignition, and took off toward the capital.
Then the voice of his old teacher, Mrs. Lapham, came into his head…
"Alright class, today is the day all your parents come in to tell us about their jobs."
The small boy put his hand up.
"Yes, Donte, what is it," she said in the sugary voice some people use with younger children.
"My dad won't be able to come today. He's training with the rest of the soldiers, but later he and all the rest of the soldiers are gonna come home for some of moms homemade lemonade."
"Of course Donte," Mrs. Lapham replied trying to sound caring.
His dad was a member of the militia, and ever since the Trade Federation blockaded the planet, they had been training none stop.
"Hey look who it is, little Donte," a loud, cruel, voice said.
It was Raygon, the school bully.
"What do you want?" Donte replied while trying to hide his fear.
Without even answering the question he shoved Donte into the closet while the teacher was already in the hall, ushering the other children out for recess.
"Have fun in there!" He shouted before running out into the hall with the rest of his class.
The small child pounded on the closet door but it wouldn't budge. He was stuck. He sat down and decided to wait for everyone to come back but drifted off to sleep. A time when people have good dreams and think about the future, but little did he know that when he woke up his life would change forever.
