"Thousands of years ago, our founding-fathers started our order on a far-away planet.
Do not think, that your civilisation is the only one!
The Jedi or, more correctly Je'daii, were and still are an group of people, that learn and interpret the will and the ways of the force.
Sadly, some Jedi... turned bad, let's put it that way, and started fighting the Jedi order.
There was a long war, and afterwards, the Jedi decided to find a planet, where they weren't known, and live in exile.
Here!", Master Naho explained.
Ben asked, feeling a little foolish: "Are you Aliens?"
Master Naho laughed then:"No child, we are not aliens. Not any more at least. The last non-human member of our order died long ago. We are humans such as you."
Ben nodded and then asked:
"You said you use something called the Force... What exactly is that?"
"As Obi-Wan Kenobi, a member of our Order as it still existed long ago, once said:'Well, the Force is what gives a Jedi his power. It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us; it binds the galaxy together.' The Force is everywhere and' if you know how to reach it, you can use it. That is why you are here. You can use the Force, you just don't know it yet."
Ben just nodded and waited for Master Naho to continue.
"You will now join your group. A youngling, such as you,'s group is called a clan. You will find your clan in it's dormatory. Do not fear, they are all just as confused as you, since, they too only arrived yesterday or today. Go now."
"How do I know where to look for the dormatory... Master?", he inquired."
"Go to the main entrance. Your dormatory is down the hallway to the right of the portal, the third door on the right."
Ben bowed and left. He headed back to the main entrance, feeling lost even though he wasn't.
He found the entrance and quickly discovered his dormatory.
When he entered, he was surprised to find nineteen other 'younglings' who looked like they felt exactly as he did.
It gave him a sense of security in a way.
Everything would be fine, it was normal to be as lost as he was.
Yet he discovered it wasn't just as easy as he had thought, for even though they were his age, the others had already established bed arrangements and found friends.
As he entered the room, everybody looked at him for a second and then went back to their conversations.
The only bed left was the one next to the door.
A sole bed, that hadn't found enough space among the rest of the beds.
Ben quietly walked to his bed and sat on it.
He sat there, until a man in a light grey tunic came in.
Ben got up, faced the man and bowed to him, as Master Shohun had taught him.
Every single kid in the room started laughing.
"Why are you laughing?", asked the man quietly. Everyone fell silent.
One of the boys in the back of the room explained in a mocking tone:
"That guy right beside you there sir... He just bowed to you. Like anybody would actually do that."
He broke into laughter again.
"But we do! He is the only one who actually understood anything at all.", his voice now had a slight edge to it, "Now if you please..."
Hesitantly, everybody in the room bowed.
"So... Since that's cleared up, I would want to introduce myself: I am Master Gon Hay. I'll be your tutor in the next years. I will help anybody who has trouble and I will personally kill anyone who looks for trouble. If you work hard and don't do to much nonsence, we'll get along."
The man spoke with a pure american accent.
When he spoke, his short-cropped brownish-gray beard shivered slightly which gave it a slight white shimmer.
Ben smirked. He actually liked this man.
"Here's a timetable for your clan.", he held a Din A3 piece of paper in the air, "I'll put it on the wall next to the door. Your first lesson starts in half an hour. Galactic basic, the language spoken throughout the galaxy. It'll be your favorite."
He laughed and turned around to leave the room, but stopped.
He looked sideways at Ben. The eye contact held for a moment and then he left the room.
Half an hour later the whole clan was sitting in a room full of school benches, listening to a certain Master Deiha ramble on about a language none of them had ever even heard of.
She was so caught up in her speech, that she didn't even notice the wet wads of paper flying through the class towards Ben.
One of the wet lumps even landed on the blackboard with a loud 'splotch', which made her look up one second but that she had soon forgotten in favor of her speech.
When the hour had passed, the only one who had learned anything was Bend and that was, that wet paper wads hurt when they hit you in the back of the neck.
When the day was finished, Ben was tired and sore.
His neck hurt and he had found out that the only two classes that were actually interesting were 'Martial Arts' and 'applied Force'.
He crashed down on his bed after having put on his sleeping gear, which was actually a very spectacular name given to underwear during nighttime, and fell asleep after only a couple of minutes.
He felt secure, yes! But that didn't mean he was happy. He was resigned in finding that his position in society had not changed and would never change.
He was condemned to stand apart.
With that he drifted off into his Nightmares, not aware that the light had gone out or that the door had been closed.
Only aware, that he was Ben, Ben Allan. A guy who never fit in.