A/N: June 28th, 2011 - 12:05pm - The first two chapters have been fully revised. YAY! I hope you enjoy them!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except what I have created. Everything else belongs to 20th Century Fox and LucasFilms. (It must get annoying to say this all the time. Do I really have to write this in every chapter.)

Pairing: MacexOC, AniObi (observed, when we get there), OCxOC (maybe)

Summary: Celestia is on her way to the Jedi Temple to join the Jedi. But will they welcome her? If she is chosen, who will be her Master?

Rating: This chapter is rated K.

Chapter 2: Jedi Acceptance

Celestia is still 14 years old

Slowly, she started to drift back toward consciousness. Her mind was like a computer, rebooting after it had just crashed. She began to awaken as her mind gathered random sensory data from around her.

She could hear the hum of the hyperdrive as it propelled the ship that it surrounded, through space. Cool, artificial air gently blew against her skin, leaving goose bumps in it's wake. A soft cot cushioned her, while several velvety blankets covered her, bringing her warmth. She could feel a gentle hand caressing her face, causing her to stir. She moaned when she tried to move her left leg, which was sore. The hand retreated and she opened her eyes. The kind stranger had been Obi-wan. "Hello," He smiled. "My Master asked me to check on you. How are you feeling?" Celestia would have answered if she had not been pre-occupied with scanning the room she was in.

It was a plain room, most likely the crew quarters. Every surface was a shiny chrome, unlike the lively colors of her homeworld. The technology seemed to blend into the surface of the walls and furniture. There were no windows, but she didn't need a window to see where she was. "Whoa!" She finally said, in awe.

Obi-wan laughed light-heartedly, "I guess it's true. You've never been in a spaceship before or out in space at all for that matter." She started to climb out of the bed she was in when her head felt heavy. Her vision clouded and she began falling forwards. A minute later, she found herself being held up to prevent from falling to the floor, strong arms holding her steady. She still felt dizzy and the contents of her stomach started a very cruel game of Kick the Can.

"Are you all right?" He asked reading the pain in her eyes. His features giving away just a tinge of worry, "You shouldn't be trying to move yet." He helped her back under the heated blankets. "We'll be arriving in Coruscant in a few hours. You should get some rest."

"Yeah...yeah, I should." If she hadn't felt so sick, she would've thanked him for being kind. Settling back down in the covers, panic overtook her when she saw him begin to leave.

Almost instinctively, she reached out and grabbed his robes. Looking back, he inclined his head. Letting her hand fall, she looked away. "C-could you stay?" She asked, her question almost a whisper. Turning around, he kneeled next to her. Swallowing hard, she turned back to him, "I-I don't like being . . . alone." She hid her emotions well, but even he could sense the fear within her.

Smiling, he nodded his assent and took up a vigil in the chair next to her.

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She was finally able to walk under her own power. It felt to good to be able to move around. During the trip, Obi-wan stayed with her the entire time, laughing and swapping stories about their respective lives. Qui-Gon came to visit her to talk to her about her mother.

"First of all, how are you feeling?" He took up a chair next to her, a twinkle in his eye. He had such a force presence. Whenever he spoke to you, it felt like he was always happy to be with you.

"Well, I'm doing alright now." She shot a mischievous glance at Obi-wan. "I have heard some pretty interesting stories about you."

He let out a boisterous laugh, "Whatever my Padawan said about me is a lie." Then he eyed her nervously, "Now, I know you might not want to talk about this, but I have to know a few things before we get to Coruscant." She gave him a knowing look, then sighed.

Nodding her head, she brightened up, "Well, I'll tell you everything you need to know."

He continued to observe her, as if unsure she was really up to it, before proceeding. "Do you know what happened to Tahl? Do you know why she left the Order?" Sighing, the look on his face said he would rather not know but that he had to anyway.

She looked thoughtful. "I'm sorry, I don't know," She apologized, "She never talked about what she did before moving to Palin. I do know what she has done since." She offered. Both Qui-Gon and Obi-wan nodded for her to continue. "Well, she moved to Palin and married the King. She probably got it by seducing him. You know, 'putting on the charm' so to speak. She could never get anything she wanted any other way. It was almost as if others, even non-force sensitives, could sense her dark side. So they wouldn't readily side with her without manipulation." Celestia rolled her eyes disapprovingly. Qui-Gon raised his eyebrows, amused. He noticed the deep contrast to her bright, helpful personality now compared to how fearful and submissive she had been on Palin. "It was most likely a power play." She continued. "She's a powerful choleric, you know. It's a type of personality." She explained. "Those are the people who like to be in control, everyone has to do things their way. They don't tolerate disobedience and independence. They would be content if everyone followed their orders without question. That's why she didn't like me, I would always second-guess her decisions." She paused, looking down forlornly. A distressed expression crossed her face as if she were remembering something painful. Qui-Gon was going to encourage her to continue when she suddenly spoke again. "Then I was born, and she started immediately teaching me when she found that I was Force sensitive." Raising his eyebrows, the older Jedi chuckled to himself, 'Well,' he thought, 'She doesn't appear to hold onto sadness forever. She has a kind and positive spirit. I'm sure she will surprise us in the future.' "And that's when," she continued, "She started to lure Jedi to the planet and well, I can only assume she was killing them. I didn't really know until now. But . . . It wasn't like a normal genocide. It was like she was looking for someone. But she never found who she was looking for. I thought when you two came, it was you." She nodded toward Qui-Gon. "But when she died, she felt lost, incomplete. Like there was something she had yet to do." She sat back puzzled.

Qui-Gon and Obi-wan exchanged a look that Celestia didn't quite comprehend. Seeing the look of worry on her face, her father shook his head smiling. "Don't worry." He soothed, placing a hand on hers. "We'll be at the Jedi Temple soon. The Masters will sort it out."

That statement brought excitement, relief and fear with it.

She rounded the corner and came across the two Jedi in the small cargo bay of the transport ship. They had landed on Coruscant a few minutes ago and were about to disembark. They gave her reassuring smiles as the ramp dropped. She silently followed the Jedi onto the landing platform, throwing her hand up to block the glare of the orange afternoon sun.

When she took her first look around the planet-wide city, she was astonished.

There was so much action and life on this planet. Buildings that were miles high stretched out over the city-scape. Neon signs and residential lights painted each building with their own unique light show. Transports and shuttles were flying in all directions, like hectic bees constantly working for the hive. Everything was in constant motion, even the Force itself was moving within it all. She was sure that the Force did so everywhere, but it is different to experience it. She was never on a planet or any place where there was enough active life in one place to experience it with this intensity.

During her first look at Coruscant, she didn't notice that Qui-Gon and Obi-wan were watching her, smiling brightly. Grinning sheepishly, she followed them to a small shuttle at the end of the platform.

Obi-wan looked back over his shoulder, "Celestia, watch where you step or you'll fall for hours." Grinning, he turned back to listen to some instructions Qui-Gon was giving to the shuttle driver.

Meanwhile, Celestia tentatively moved closer to the edge. Looking down, she saw Obi-wan was right. There was nothing holding the platform up. It was just floating miles and miles off the surface, in fact, you couldn't see the ground. It was covered by clouds and fog. Just when she began to wonder why they weren't falling out of the sky, Qui-Gon called her over to the shuttle.

Jogging over to them, she smiled, "I have got to see this place." She beamed. Waving her in, Qui-Gon smiled back, "Maybe later. Right now, we have a meeting with the Jedi Council." He indicated the seat next to Obi-wan as the shuttle lifted off.

It merged in with the rest of the traffic as she took her seat, "There is so much life here." She breathed. Qui-Gon and Obi-wan positively beamed. "But it's noisy. The Force flows heavily on this planet. Why would somebody want to drown themselves in it?" She asked.

Qui-Gon shifted in his chair across from her, "Well, with the proper training, it won't seem so overwhelming." He explained. "You have been trained to break force connections and to damage the links between life forms. You've never been taught how to truly feel the force reverberate inside of living beings before. And look," he pointed to a gigantic, majestic structure to the east, "that is the Jedi Temple."

She gasped. Merely looking at the large rectangular building filled one with a sense of awe. The afternoon sun painted the temple exterior different shades of orange and brown. Five spires jutted out of the top, four on each of the four corners and one in the middle. The spire in the middle was higher than the rest, and it apparently served a special purpose. The building itself looked like it had been renovated many times over thousands of generations, constantly having new areas added on and expanded. The Temple was the largest building in it's immediate area, minimizing any other structures standing around it by comparison. It cast a gigantic shadow on the other buildings, as if challenging them to be more important.

Celestia was equally excited and worried when she disembarked the shuttle in front of the temple. She was excited because she might be starting a new life right here. The chance to be apart of the most noble group of peacekeepers the galaxy has ever known. She was worried because she also could be walking to her demise.

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The halls of the temple were monumental in size. It must take hours just to walk the length of every hall, she thought. The amazed, bright smile she had on when she first landed on the planet, appeared once more.

Walking in through the front entrance, which Celestia was sure that several dozen fighters could fly through side by side, was practically life changing. On four separate pylons at the entrance steps stood statues of The Four Masters. Qui-Gon had been telling her about the history of the temple and the Jedi. Nothing too heavy, he was positive she would learn about it later, but just bits and pieces of information.

She was surprised by how many people were constantly going to and from the temple. She had thought that most people wouldn't be allowed to enter the Temple when Obi-wan had told her they were all Jedi! To be honest, she still wasn't quite used to the large crowds.

Most of the time walking through the halls, she was walking backwards trying to see as much of the Temple as possible. It was huge! If one didn't know any better, they would have thought that a giant lived there. The sunlight that fell upon the floor outlined the dust that floated in the air, eerily emphasizing the history of the place.

However, the deeper she got, Celestia started to feel nervous, as if she was being watched. Looking around her, she noticed the side glances the other Jedi were sneakily throwing at her, trying not to be too obvious about it. They all tried to shield their own opinions, but she could still sense them anyway, even without words. Her two Jedi companions noticed it as well, cautiously reminding her to keep up and saying they were almost there. Qui-Gon was constantly watching the others wearily, and Obi-wan never drifted too far from her side. She tried to stay as close to Qui-Gon and Obi-wan as possible, afraid that if she got separated, the others would . . . She didn't know what they would do, but she didn't want to stay too long to find out.

Qui-Gon had said that they would be going into the Sacred Spire, a spire on the northern slope of the temple, to the Chamber of Conclave. It was where the Jedi High Council met for meetings and also where outlying Jedi reported to the Council. The elevator ride to the Council Chambers was highly nerve-racking, but it allowed Celestia time to calm and collect her thoughts.

After a short silence, Celestia looked up at her father, "Father?" Qui-Gon looked at her in surprise, startled at what she had decided to call him. Widening her eyes, she began to apologize, "O-oh, I'm so-sorry. I-I didn't mean to . . ."

Shaking his head, he placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly, "It's quite alright," he laughed, "I'm just not used to being called that. Go on."

Sighing with relief at the sudden light mood, she continued. "Why were the other Jedi looking at me like that?" referring to the looks she had received upon entering the temple. "I mean, I knew something like this would happen." She hurriedly explained, "But, I just don't understand why."

Sighing, he bent down to be on her level. Celestia didn't know what it was, but every time Qui-Gon spoke to you, he was always able to empathize with what you were going through, "Some people aren't very good with change. They would rather push something away than let it go by and see how it goes. And sometimes, it takes something big to change their perspective." He patted her shoulder as he straightened up. The elevator chimed, signaling that they had reached the proper floor.

She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice it was time to get off. Obi-wan lightly touched her arm and nodded his head in the direction of a large sitting room. "Don't worry," he consoled, "they'll come around eventually." He smiled, then she followed Obi-wan to the door on the opposite wall.

Turning to face Celestia, Qui-Gon motioned for her to stay, "Wait here. We have to give our report to the Council." He smiled, and turned to go, "I'm sure you'll be alright." Then they disappeared leaving her alone.

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She had been nervously sitting for awhile, trying to think of how to plead her case to the Council. She had read in many holo-records that the Council only recruited small children. On top of that, she was beyond the age to be accepted by a Master. But maybe, hopefully they would make an exception. Yeah, right! It seemed highly unlikely because she had been a Sith for years. There was no way they would accept her to train; she might as well give up now. Dying on some Force-forsaken planet didn't seem so bad, now.

Then, the door mechanism chimed suddenly, making her jump in her chair. Unsure if that meant they were ready to see her, she stood up slowly and cautiously made her way to the entrance. The door openly automatically as she approached, probably by one of the Jedi Masters on the inside.

Taking a deep breath, she calmly walked in. Pausing once she had entered, a lump formed in Celestia's throat. A whole flock of butterflies started to doing loop-de-loops in her stomach, too. She just hoped it didn't show on her face or through the Force.

She stood in a circular room with the Council chairs lining the outside of the room. The walls of the room were floor-to-ceiling windows, giving a panoramic view of the city below. She didn't realize how high they were. The late afternoon sun was slowly disappearing beyond the horizon shedding an orange light on the chairs and faces of the Jedi.

There were a dozen Jedi that sat in the Council chairs, all of whom were watching her intently. The Force is strong here, the combined Force energies of the assembled Masters was overwhelming. As she looked around the room, she saw Jedi from alien races she had never seen before. However, she did recognize a few of them from holo-records: a female Togruta, a male Nautolan, and a male Kel Dor. She tried not to stare, but she was curious. Of course, she had heard of the other races, but any time an alien came to visit, Celestia was barred from leaving her room until they were gone. Celestia was always fascinated by other cultures, and Tahl enforced her daughters isolation to stem her eagerness to explore the galaxy.

Despite the practiced discipline the Master's used to shield their thoughts from her, she still knew what they were thinking. It was called Depth Perception. It was a wrongfully trained principle Tahl had taught her. Because of Celestia's close and accurate perception of the Force, if taught the right technique, Celestia would be able to perceive the thoughts of others with ease even from those of a Master. It was a Sith teaching. And it was working overtime.

'Well, there's no way we can train her because she's way too old.' 'A Sith. She's awfully young to follow the Dark Side.' 'Oh, no way! She's been corrupted for far too long.' 'The Force surrounds her. She is indeed powerful.' 'She carries many scars. It will take a long time for her to overcome her past.' 'She's a danger to us all!'

Then, it was as if the mood in the room shifted. She felt a warm sensation in her chest that she did not recognize. She registered that it had come from one of the Jedi in the room, but she couldn't find the source. Then as suddenly as it had "appeared", it was gone.

The previous thoughts flooded into her head, once more, blocking out her own. In that moment, she had, unknowingly, forgotten to shield her own thoughts. She knew that first impressions were important, but she couldn't stop herself from being nervous. The truth was that she was terrified, and now they could sense it, too. If what she was 'hearing' was true, they would never let her join the Jedi. She silently cursed her mother. Whatever Tahl had done to her before her death had damaged Celestia's ability to mask her own emotions. They could sense her thoughts like an open book. It took all of her will-power to not start wringing her hands nervously.

"It is all right." The soft, smooth voice reached out to her among the chaos. She looked toward the voice, a male Cerean gazed at her reassuringly. "We are not going to harm you." His voice was as smooth as glass and a sense of calm settled over her quieting the turmoil, at least temporarily. She offered a nervous smile.

Qui-Gon and Obi-wan were standing in the middle of the circular room and waved her over. She genuinely smiled with relief. Whew! She sighed. At least I won't be talking to the Council alone. She walked to stand with them. They were facing two important looking master's: a male human with dark skin and a small male . . .something. Celestia was confused. He was small, less than a meter tall, green with huge bat-like ears. He was an interesting little fella, but had a powerful Force signature. This was exactly the kind of person you didn't want to underestimate. He had an air of calm, cool confidence and the advanced experience from living for centuries.

Bowing deeply to the Jedi, she turned to face the Jedi who had spoken to her, "Forgive me, Master. I'm just . . .a little nervous." He inclined his head slightly in understanding. She chuckled slightly, but fell silent when she eyed the dark skinned Jedi in front of her.

She internally shuddered. He kept giving her this look; it was subtle but she could see it in his eyes. It was somewhere between absurd shock and confused interest. He's practically wearing his heart on his sleeve, she chuckled. He didn't say anything, he just stared at her. As if doing so long enough, he would find the answers he was looking for. She had to admit, though; she was intrigued by him. He had a certain air about him that kept her attention. She found herself staring and abruptly looked to the floor, blushing internally.

"So certain of your sentence, you are, hmm?" She looked up, startled at the sudden gravelly voice. The little green Jedi Master had spoken lightly, amused even. Suddenly animated, he chuckled. "Much to consider, we have, before a proper judgment is to be made."

The dark-skinned Jedi started to stroke his chin in thought. She felt a little uneasy, being scrutinized by so many adults much wiser than her.

Taking a chance, she cleared her throat, "Well, Masters, I am willing to answer any questions or concerns you might have." They all fell silent. The Jedi had been communicating through the Force amongst each other, but now their thoughts were blank.

The nerve of this child to assume that the Council would tolerate her presence any longer.

The thought had suddenly interrupted her own thoughts. It was filled with scorn and disrespect. Without thinking, she addressed the Thisspiasian to her left, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect. I was merely trying to be helpful. I apologize if I offended you by speaking out."

Stunned, everyone in the room silently appraised her.

"You must be very strong in the Force to be able to read his thoughts." The Cerean addressed her again. His slow, deliberate voice seeming to roll across her. "Some of the Council have strong thoughts on this matter. You will have to forgive them if they offend you. My name is Ki-Adi Mundi. This is Master Yoda and Master Mace Windu." He indicated the green Jedi and the bald, dark-skinned human, respectively. "What is yours?" He turned back to her.

She smiled at him as well as at Masters Yoda and Windu. She couldn't help smiling at Mundi. She really liked him. He was always welcoming. "Pleased to meet you, Masters. My name is Celestia Kyra Jinn." Master Mundi smiled back at the girl.

"Celestia," Master Windu spoke for the first time. He possessed a deep voice that seemed to hold sway over all who were present. "What would you do if you were given the privilege of joining the Jedi?" Now, the interrogation begins. She was prepared for this and took a deep breath.

"If I was given the privilege of joining the Jedi, I would work hard to be accepted." She explained, speaking from the heart, "I only want to do what is right. I want to be able to believe that there is a noble cause to live for. The Republic deserves our protection, and it is the role of the Jedi to protect it. If I was chosen, I would do everything in my power to make sure it stands safely. . . If you let me." She quickly added that last part, hoping she didn't sound too bold.

"Hmm, true, you are. Be able to resist the lure of Dark Side, will you? Seen it once, you have." Master Yoda inquired.

"I have to admit that I wouldn't be able to, Master." The other Jedi looked alarmed. She stifled the laugh that had formed in her throat and continued, "Not by myself, anyway. I believe that none of us are able to fully resist the Dark Side by ourselves." She spoke with a wisdom she didn't know she had, "But with the help of others around me and the guidance of the Master's here, I should be able to."

When she finished, she thought that she saw Master Yoda and Master Windu exchange an approving glance with each other. Turning back to look at her, Yoda waved his hand toward the door. "A few minutes, we need." She bowed deeply and proceeded to follow Obi-wan and Qui-Gon out.

As she turned to leave, Master Windu stopped her. "Wait! Before you go . . . do you know of any more Sith in the galaxy? They haven't been seen for a millennia, yet now they show themselves with no prior presence." He seemed a little worried about this matter.

She turned back to face him, confused. "No, I'm sorry, I don't. The only other 'Sith' I knew of were Mother, my siblings and I. Though I do not know what has happened to them." She looked thoughtful. "If there were or are other factions, they never contacted us." She paused, searching her memory for more. Then looking up she proceeded cautiously, ". . .There is something; though I do not know how helpful it will be." Master Windu nodded for her to continue. "For the last couple of years, I have felt a massive disturbance in the Force. It is faint, like a predator in the shadows waiting for it's prey to wander too close. It is not something you can feel unless you are actively listening for it. But . . . as time goes on, it gets closer, creeping slowly. It's able to crawl unsuspectingly because the changes and echoes are insignificant by themselves. You would have to look at it from a distance to see the patterns." The Jedi looked at each other uneasily because of this new information, but were nevertheless, impressed by her perception.

"Thank you. Now, rest you must." Yoda spoke after a spell of silence. "Much to consider, we have."

Suddenly feeling bolder she continued. "Master's," her voice shook a little. "If you choose not to train me, I will hold no animosity towards this Council or the Jedi. I will understand your concerns and reservations. However, in my research I have heard of a punishment used long ago." She observed that Master Windu shifted subtlety in his chair as if he knew where she was going with this line of thought. "When Jedi were exiled, they were disconnected from the Force to prevent them from using their training to bring harm to the galaxy. I pray that you do this if I am not chosen. I know it is a punishment that hasn't been used in thousands of years, but I see no other way. If I am left to continue as I am, I will slip further into what my mother created of me. I will only get worse." Her eyes dropped to the floor, "I do not wish to stay this way. I live in constant sorrow and misery." She paused, "I do not wish to stay in this hollow place anymore." Raising her hand, she clutched her chest, noting the empty feeling in her heart that had always held nothing. Looking around one last time, she bowed again and took her leave.

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Standing before the Council again seemed harder the second time than it did the first. Standing in anticipation, the room now lite by overhead lights, she waited to hear what they decided of her fate. They had deliberated for the better part of two hours. While they waited, Qui-Gon had taken her and Obi-wan to get something to eat. They laughed and joked around to relieve the tension they had all felt standing before the Council. She enjoyed every moment. She hadn't felt this happy in a long time. Who knows, she might never be able to come back to this place again. But, now she would find out where her future would go.

Master Windu finally looked up at her. Keeping his expression neutral, he spoke directly to her, "The Council has decided that you are to be trained as a Padawan." Her expression immediately brightened up, and her heart felt like it was a cloud. She tried to restrain her excitement, but she just couldn't hide her joy. The mood around the room improved as a result of her reaction.

Trying to stifle the smile that kept trying to break through, she listened to the rest of what Master Windu had to say. "You will be taught by a Master, but will also need to attend sessions with a Youngling clan until you learn the ways of the Jedi. For now you will be escorted to the Rotunda Chapels. Normally, Younglings would be expected to do this by themselves, but you will be with Master Mundi. May the Force be with you."

The other Jedi had stood up to leave. Apparently, that statement concluded the Council meeting. Turning to her Father, she could barely contain her enthusiasm. She was practically bouncing up and down when Master Mundi approached her, smiling.

"Well," he grinned, "shall we?" Her waved her to the door. As they started to file out of the room with the rest of the Jedi she turned back to wave at her Father and Obi-wan. She didn't know when she would see them again, but now that she had a future with the Jedi to look forward to, she was sure she would see them soon.

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"Whoa!" It must have been the hundredth time she had said that in the last hour. She was, now, looking at the inside of the Rotunda Chapel. It was a large cylindrical structure with large stained-glass windows that stretched up to the doomed roof. A large skylight at the top, offered a peaceful view of the, now, star-dotted sky. The room was divided into meditation nooks where the resident Jedi could center themselves. Celestia had now changed into the typical Padawan robes, and her maroon hair had been pulled back into a bun on the top of her head. The only loose hair around her face was a braid of hair that signified that she was a Padawan. She still wasn't used to it and sometimes it got in her face no matter what she did to keep it in place. Master Mundi had suggested to put it behind her ear, so she would see how long that plan lasted. Right now, she was trying to see as much of the room as possible, always amazed by everything she saw.

"Here, you will meditate for the night." Master Mundi began moving off to one such nook, indicating for Celestia to follow. She treaded lightly, taking note of a master and an apprentice meditating on the far side of the room. When they were seated cross-legged on floor-mats in front of each other, he continued. "Here is where Younglings, Jedi initiates, would come to meditate for a full night after being chosen by a master. In the morning, they would then meet their new master and begin training." Celestia had to still her excitement in order for her to listen to his instruction. "Like Master Windu had indicated, they are expected to do this by themselves. However, because of the training you have received so far, I will be here to instruct you on proper meditation techniques. After which, you will be asked to continue, by yourself, until morning."

Nodding her assent, she prepared herself.

"Now," he said calmly, "Let us begin."

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She felt it, the presence of another. Coming out of her meditation she looked to the entrance of the Rotunda.

Wow! Her excitement was still building. This is incredible! I've never had this kind of focus before!

She had been meditating all night, but she was still amazed at the level of focus this type of meditating allowed. The meditation her mother had taught her forced her to project her emotions through the Force. Whereas, the Jedi quieted their feelings, pushing them away to find inner peace. In this way, one could deal with them one by one, allowing the processing time and proper discipline that was necessary to deal with extremely powerful emotions.

She felt incredible, all doubt was gone. She felt energized, ready to start her training. At first, she had reservations about spending the entire night meditating, but she wasn't tired at all. This meditation might as well have replaced sleep altogether. And she had only been a Jedi for five hours! She couldn't even begin to imagine what the rest of her life would be like!

She stood up as she felt her intended Master approach the Chapel. She couldn't accurately sense who it was at first; no doubt he or she was using the Force to shield themselves from her. Fidgeting with her braid, she looked up at the skylight. The sun had risen 45 minutes ago and her master was late. Not the 'proper' first impression for his or her new Padawan. She thought, exasperated.

She looked back at the doors as they were opened. At first, the silhouetted figure just stood there, but then started to walk to her. A smile crept it's way across her face as she watched her new Master walk toward her.

"Master Windu? You're going to be my master?" It wouldn't have been her first choice, but then again, what did she know? She shouldn't judge someone she only just met. There was a lot to learn about her new Master.

She felt a sudden surge of exhilaration at being able to call someone Master. Someone she'd be able to trust and to have that trust returned. Someone who would teach the things she should have been taught. She controlled her feelings well, but her happiness was evident.

"You have a long way to go. It's going to be tough for you, a lot tougher than most." Master Windu informed her matter-of-factly.

"Oh, Don't worry, Master," she reassured him. "I'll do my best, always." Grinning, she added, "This is going to be fun!"

He rarely smiled or reacted happily, but this time, she could've sworn she saw a flicker of a smile.

This is going to be interesting! He thought wryly.

TBC! Finished!

This chapter has been wholly revised! YAY! Soon, I will be ready to continue the story.

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