Myra remained in the solitude of her room after Jerek had left her alone. Not long after she had entered a sort of trance, her oldest brother, Jeremiah, came knocking on her door.

She sighed in frustration and hung her head. "Come in," she responded, irritated.

He opened her door. "Father wishes to speak with you," he said simply.

"What, again?" she asked, slightly surprised. "This is the fourth time this week."

Jeremiah shrugged. "Don't look at me. I'm just the messenger here."

She got up, and went to her door and out the hall, in the direction of the Council's Court.

Jeremiah followed her.

"What are you, my escort?"

"I just want to make sure you get there safe and sound," he shrugged.

She stopped and turned to face him. "So you think I need protection? Like I'm some little girl?"

He took a step back and raised his arms in defense. "What? No, I just—"

"I might be the youngest one in the family, but I can take care of myself!"

"Hey, watch it, will you? I never said you couldn't. Personally, I think you could take care of yourself better than most of the Council could. I'm just following father's orders."

She put her hand to her face. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me. It's about that again, isn't it?

He nodded. "Yeah. But at least listen to him, alright? He's got a point, you know…"

"Ugh," she groaned. "Fine. I'll go speak with him, but I doubt it'll be any different than last time."

With that said, they headed over to the Court, where almost the entire Council was waiting for them. Almost, except for one.

"Where is my father?" Myra asked when she noticed he wasn't there.

"He's running a little late," Master Shan, one of the two female Jedi Masters on the Council, responded. "But rest assured, he will be here." She smiled at her.

Master Ignacia Shan was one of the only Jedi Masters in the entire Order she actually liked. She was more like family to her than both her parents combined. She was one of the few Jedi she knew who supported her neutrality. "Better neutral than evil," she would sometimes say.

"Nonetheless," Master Kurn continued, "you probably know why you've been summoned here to us."

Master Shalo Kurn was one of the more disciplined and stricter Masters of the Council. He was, however, one of Myra's father's most trusted friends.

"I was told my father wanted to speak with me," she replied. "On matters that have been previously discussed," she added.

"Jeremiah, you may leave," Master Kurn dismissed him. "We shall summon you again should we require your assistance."

Jeremiah bowed to the Council before walking out the entrance and into the halls of the vast temple.

"Myra," Master Kurn continued. "Your… unique abilities you perform through the Force are those that even skilled Masters have yet mastered."

She shrugged. "I'm a fast learner."

"I do not believe that is the case, Myra," Master Torlin said, shifting from his position where he sat.

Master Jolee Torlin was one of the oldest Jedi on the Council, as well as one of the wisest. He was often the first person Myra's father would go to in order to seek wisdom and betterment of himself, the Council, and all Jedi.

"You are not within the ranks of the Jedi," he continued. "No Jedi has taught you how to wield the Force. You are full of raw power, however your abilities are far beyond anything I have seen in an untrained Force Sensitive."

"With all due respect, Master Torlin… So what?" she said simply. "I guess I'm just naturally gifted. I see no point in discussing something that's already been established."

No sooner than she said this, her father, Master of the Order, walked in and took his seat.

"Hello, daughter," he smiled at her.

She bowed her head. "Father," she replied.

"You must forgive my absence," he addressed the rest of the council. "I was having a brief discussion with my youngest son. Now, what have I missed?"

"The Council was just telling me what we have previously discussed, father," she replied. "How I am not of the ranking Jedi. Yet somehow I am skilled in the Force where Masters still struggle."

"Ah, yes, so what has the rest of the Council concluded?"

"We're not quite sure," Master Takarae responded.

Master Lonna Takarae was the other of the two females of the Council. She was one of the most attentive members of the Order. Myra never could shake the feeling that Master Takarae had alternative reasons for joining the Order, other than to keep peace and balance.

"Personally," she continued, "I believe we should have the girl resume her training."

A few of the other Masters nodded their head in agreement.

"This kind of energy and power needs to be practiced and kept under control," Master Kurn added.

"Forgive me, Master Kurn," Myra interrupted, "but nothing's wrong with me or the way I control my abilities."

"That may be the case now," Master Torlin responded, "but what about later? You need to be instructed in the proper ways of the Force, and not carelessly use it as if it were some child's toy."

"Master Torlin, I—"

"You are not experienced enough in the Force," Master Kurn interrupted, "and should be put through proper training if you wish to become a Jedi, and eventually a member of the Council like your father."

"But I don't want to be part of the council. I don't even want to be a Jedi!"