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I wandered down the hall of our living quarters, restless. My Guardian had kept me from school today. He had received a message of some importance. I didn't mind, except now I was unavoidably bored. Sighing, I returned to my sleeping quarters and knelt on the window seat, the Coruscant sun glaring down from above. I stretched my arms over my head, purring slightly in the warmth. My eyes slid half shut and my body slowly relaxed into a Meditation Stance.
Time passed. I didn't notice. All I felt was the warmth of the sun touching my skin...filling my soul...my heart thumping steadily, slowing as I slipped further into Meditation...vibrating my skin...each hair on my body... And then the sound came again, billions of beats sounding against my ear, merging into a great rushing river. I was calm and filled.
Seconds, minutes, maybe hours later, my door opened. I felt the whoosh of air against my back, slowly stirring my consciousness, alerting me. I felt the beating behind me and knew that I should separate myself. It was a struggle to surface. It always is. "You're going away." The calmness shattered around me and I leapt to my feet, spinning to face my Guardian.
"What?" I hissed. "I...I...I..." I didn't know what to say. Leave? Where? Why? When? I felt cold. The sun failed to warm me now. "Where?" I chose to ask after a moments deliberation.
"To the Jedi Temple." I blinked and he must have sensed my confusion. "While I admit that it has been somewhat unusual, you have been training under me for some time." He sighed. "I am old...and I have long since given up my lightsaber. But I remember the ways, the teachings...and I have imparted them to you, under the guise of a mere Guardian."
"Why?" I chose this time.
"You were born strong in the Force. Not unusual, I suppose, in one of your species." He chuckled. "As much as you hate to admit it, Klines have unusual likenesses to the humans cats--intuitive, quick, agile."
"Nine lives?" I asked drily. He smiled slightly.
"Continuing..." He sighed, then laughed mirthlessly. "Apparently I can impart the forms and such to those who are able to learn. But I...They wished to draw me back, I suppose, expose me again to the Force in the hopes that I would rescind my earlier decision." He turned his face slightly away from me. "The Force is dangerously unbalanced," he added in a whisper. I watched as the years suddenly seemed to weigh on him, making him appear very tired. "Are you ready?" he asked finally. Well, I guess that answered the when question. I looked around my room, wondering what exactly a Jedi in training would take with them. Thinking of the Jedi ideals, I decided that I wouldn't be taking very much with me. I gathered up some plainer clothes and looked at my Guardian.
"I'm ready."