Ok this chapter works as a kind of prelude to the next since originally I this was supposed to be a small paragraf but then the plot bunny ran away with me and I ended up exploring Calebs character a bit more extensively. I am writing on the next chapter which features Ezras viewpoint but since I couldn't have that finished today i wanted to give you what I could as a thank you for all that have commented, reviewed and followed.

"Sight finally I'm out from that dusty library." Caleb stretched and yawned when he stood in the glaring sun in front of the entrance of the Jedi temple. He had been put in the library to archive a section of the shelfs, it had been boring and tedious work but since he was only a youngling he had to run those kinds of errands for the Jedi and Masters. His history teacher had put him on that stupid assignment after class, probably since that teacher had been annoyed of his questioning nature.

He looked out on Coruscant and he liked the way it always was very lively and full of motion. One thing he always loved to do when he grew up in the temple was exploring Coruscant and finding answers for all the questions which are always popping up in his head. He scanned the city outline and pondered on where he should go. Caleb knew that he could only be out exploring for some hours since he had to be back by the temple by dusk. He really hated being a youngling since it was so many rules he had to abide by and the most irritating is the curfew which they enforced a lot more strictly ever since the clone wars begun half a year ago.

"I hope it won't take long until I can take the trails." Caleb yearned to be a padawan but he knew that he had to wait at least one or two years before the Jedi Masters saw him ready to undergo the initiate trails since he was only eleven. He knew of many initiates that had passed the trails but never got picked for Padawans since there was so few Jedi willing to take on and train padawan. Caleb shuddered at the thought of getting dumped in some faraway planet for the agriculture crops. No thank you, that isn't a life for me. Caleb would much rather run away than accepting a fate farming crops all his life. He's a Jedi and he won't accept anything else than becoming a Jedi knight. But first Caleb had to become a padawan and it's hard having to wait when the whole galaxy is hurled into a war.

Caleb yearned to be out alongside the clone troopers and other Jedi fighting to protect the galaxy and freedom. Caleb had sometimes pleaded to Yoda and other masters to be able to take the initiate trails so he could quicker become a padawan. But every time they had told him to be patient and that his time would soon come. It wasn't as if he liked the war or loved fighting but he wanted to be of use to the Jedi Order when they were neck deep in fighting the clone wars. It was just that it missed all the action and being out there helping the Jedi and the galaxy. Caleb knew thought that there were some voices in the temple that disapproved of the Jedi's direct involvement in the war. Caleb didn't really understand it since the Jedi council obviously knew what they were doing and what better way to protect the galaxy than being on the forefront of the republic army.

Caleb daydreamed of his future fights and the way he would be heroic and brave in defeating the separatist's forces. He had acquired his lightsaber a year previously and had it at his hip since the temple had been pretty thoroughly in impacting the importance of always having the lightsaber close. He took it up and examined it which wasn't a very fancy lightsaber but then again he was a more practical guy, and a lightsaber always reflects the owner. it was tempting to ignite it to slash at imaginary foes but instead he just swished it slowly to test the balance and continued his daydreams about being in the thick of battle charging at separatist's forces.

"hehe are you playing at being soldier." Caleb startled turned to find the recipient of the voice, which was one of the two guards standing right and left of the entrance. Because of the helmet Caleb couldn't discern his features and emotions but it was impossible to miss the guards amusement.

"No I'm a Jedi, I- I was just thinking of when I would be able to fight." The guard must have seen him slashing with his unlighted lightsaber and he felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"Of course you are a Jedi o noble one." The guard were clearly very amused while he made a mock bow. Caleb knew that the guard was messing with him but was unsure on how to respond.

"I'm still considered a Jedi even if I'm also a Youngling." Caleb tried to sound commanding and serious but it come out more like whining. The guards pretended not to hear and raised up and Caleb could feel the gaze considering him.

"Exactly, war isn't a game and you are still Young." The guard laid emphasis on the last words and from his tone clearly saw Caleb as just a kid.

"I'm no Kid….. and besides it would only be a year or so before I can take the trails." Caleb said proudly, he knew he wasn't a prodigy or a genius on any account but it's still an achievement to soon take the trails and hopefully becoming a padawan, since very few got that chance. The guard sighted and slumped his shoulder.

"I've been in many battles and believe me when I say that it isn't something you should dream about." The guard shaked his head and looked out over Coruscant reminiscing in memories. Caleb noted the guard becoming more drawn back and wondered what sort of memories he had of fighting in a war.

"I'm not afraid of fighting the separatists" Caleb declared prodly and puffed out his chest, he didn't like the implication that he wasn't up for it. He had been training his whole life in the temple and even though he knew that this was vastly different, he is confident in his skills and didn't appreciate a guard looking down on him.

"Yes but are you afraid of dying" the guard looked directly at Caleb when he asked. Caleb could feel the piercing gaze through the helmet and felt himself weighted and measured, waiting for his answer.

"eee I guess so, I'm not planning to die anytime soon." Caleb answered hesitantly, the temple had taught him not to be afraid of death and all living beings would be on with the force after death. But he holds no illusions that he would rather wait with dying until he was a bit older. He knew that people dying in war is inevitable but he had also been trained to fight and not to mention as a padawan he would always be close to a master.

"Hmm I guess you have some sense to you." The guard grudgingly admitted and sounded as if he approved of Caleb words "I dislike people not having the good sense to fear death since if a person isn't, well that's just tragic to consider." The guard replied shaking his head.

"B-ut isn't it brave to be willing to die for a cause like Jedi does?" Caleb asked cooking his head for the reply

"Overcoming fear is bravely, but just throwing away one's life without thought is beyond folly." The guard clenched his hands and his voice became quite heated. "Especially when idiots get themselves killed because of awfully stupid orders and recklessly jumping into danger." The guard had turned away and ranted quietly yet heated, Caleb knew that this was a touchy subject and felt bad for his thoughtlessness.

"I'm sorry, this must be a hard subject for you." Unsure on how to proceed Caleb tried to apologize and say some soothing words. The guard took some minutes until he responded and when he did he slumped his shoulders

"No it's alright, just some bad memories surfacing." The guard replied, he had donned this distracted air about him, still remembering past memories.

"Have you been fighting many battles?" Caleb had sometimes encountered war veterans and he could recognize the tone of guilt coming from the guard.

"I guess so." The guard's tone made it clear that the discussion was at an end. He sighted resignedly and visibly shook himself of the bad memories. "Just remember that war isn't about glamour and glory, it's bloody hell that's what it is."

Caleb nodded at that and wondered how he himself would react if any of his friends died and shuddered at the thought. Caleb had known some Jedi that had died over the course of the war but none he had known all that well. The teaching that every being would be one with the force after death didn't help much when trying to accept a fact that you are never going to see that person again. When speaking with the guard it helped Caleb further realize that countless people would die and probably many he knows personally. This wasn't exactly a happy thought but the only thing Caleb could do at this point was further his training and hope both he and his friends would survive the war.

Caleb couldn't let anything hinder him from protecting as many people as he could. If only the temple would let me, I really hope I don't miss the war. The one problem he has now ofcourse is the fact that the war is in full swing and as a youngling he wasn't allowed to help with the fighting. He was mostly stuck in the temple doing boring chores and train with the different masters in preparation for his trails. But right now he had some free time which he would use to have some fun.

"What are you going to do now, kid." Almost as if the guard had read his thoughts he had asked the same question that Caleb where musing about.

"Oh I don't really know, maybe some racing…. or I can just go explore some areas I haven't visited" Caleb answered haltingly not really sure on how to respond since he himself didn't really know what he should be doing yet. "At least something outside the temple"

"You do know that vehicle razing on Coruscant is illegal?" The guard didn't sound accusing but rather amused. Caleb startled at the guard's reply, thought back to what he had said, his eyes widened and guiltily he looked everywhere but on the guard.

"Oh really, hehe, I-I didn't say that…. I meant to say that I was about to…. Jog with some friends!" Caleb finished lamely after his stuttering excuse, well aware that the guard knew he was lying and his face heated up and hoped that his embarrassment didn't shine through.

"Kid you must be the worst liar on all of Coruscant" Not surprising the guard had punctured his lie and even sounded highly amused by the fact through his helmet. Caleb hung his head in shame and shuffled his feet not saying anything since he couldn't exactly rebuff that statement after his pathetic attempts at lying after his blunder.

"No need to look so glum kid, don't worry I won't tell anyone if you don't race today" The guard said.

Caleb relieved shook his head in agreement "no I won't I promise" he was quick to assure since he didn't want anyone in the temple to find out "I'm not all that good at it, just some friends in the lower sections that like that sort of thing, I think I will just go exploring, bye" After saying that Caleb waved goodbye and the guard nodded when he went down the steps and out onto the wide plaza since there were no skyscrapers close to the temple. Caleb pondered on what he should look for first and thought of some metalworking districts where they did wonderful metalwork which he always liked to admire. He looked backwards to the temple and his breath was stolen at the beauty of the big construct. Maybe I can take a moment to study the temple from afar. Caleb knew of some popular viewing platforms which often where tourist's traps for unsuspecting gullible tourists. He steered his feet towards three big skyscrapers lying next to each other in clear view to the temple. It was the most popular viewing platform and also where you could get pretty high up in order to observe the temple. Caleb had visited it sometimes since the temple was magnificent to watch and study.

It took some time until he had arrived at the three big buildings and even more to walk around them to where the entrance lay. He walked onto a busy shopping street and when people saw him they stared and whispered. The Jedi had a sort of celebrity status and civilians this close to the temple could easily see that he was a youngling but he hoped that some would mistake him for a padawan. That thought made him walk prouder even if all the stares and whispers made him a bit uncomfortable. He soon arrived at the entrance of the viewing platform which also functioned as a popular shopping mall. The entrance floor catered mostly to tourists because it was filled with stalls and other useless trinkets and low quality stuff. There is nothing that are remotely useful and most of it will break in one day. Caleb thought and scoffed. He made his way to the elevators at the far end of the hall and joined the line of people which was waiting for the next elevator. It took five minutes of waiting until he could cram himself beside other tourists which also wanted to the viewing platform at the top floor. He noticed that most of the people in the elevator stared at him and he tried to ignore it to the best of his abilities. He wasn't used to getting so much attention and wondered what was so special about a youngling, he wasn't even a full knight yet.

Finally, after what felt like hours they had arrived at the top floor when the doors opened he was surprised to see that instead of the usual show of welcoming tourists with a close door and one attendant, the second door was wide open to the viewing platform and to the temple in the distance. No most of the personnel seemed to be in state of panic with rushing to and from an office set beside the elevator and towards a big ring of people that all looked at something inside their mitts. I wonder what they are all looking at. Caleb wondered to himself since all of them stood in a big cluster surrounding something, some took pictures and others just craned their necks to see better. Now curious Caleb approached the throng and elbowed himself to the center and what he gazed upon was quite surprising.

What lay in the middle of the ring of people and now in front of Caleb was an unconscious guy decked in a deep blue cloak and underneath a yellow flight suit. The combination was quite odd but his weapon by his side which seemed to be some kind of blaster looked even odder. The people that stood in the ring didn't seem very inclined to help but rather stood and whispered, giggled and some yet again took pictures with their holopad. The only one that tried to help was a distressed female attendant that seemed to be very out of her comfort zone sitting beside him and hesitantly tried to wake him up. It was clear to Caleb that the female hadn't a clue to what to do and he decided to walk forward and hunch down beside the female close to the unconscious guy.

"Hey what happened?" Caleb calmly asked, he himself didn't have much experience in the medical field but the temple did teach them some rudimentary medical care since that could mean the difference in life and death out on the battlefield.

"I Don't know, he just collapsed couple of minutes ago." The woman almost shrilled out and it was quite clear to him upclose how stressed she was and obviously had no clue what to do. "But you're a Jedi, can you please help, what if he is dying?" at the question Caleb critically swept his eyes over the unconscious person.

"Don't worry, he's just unconscious." It wasn't hard picking out that the guy would soon wake up with how even his breathing was.

"But his wounds, and aren't you a Jedi, do something with your woodopowers to help him." The woman quickly demanded and seemed very worried for the person lying infront of her.

"I'm just a youngling." Caleb didn't like people calling him a Jedi since he would rather earn it first "Also the Jedi powers don't work like that, all we can do is just wait for him to wake up." Caleb answered and even though the woman still looked worried she nodded her head in agreement.

"Maybe we should splash some water on him." Caleb mused to himself but his thoughts where interrupted when the woman perked up and almost screamed.

"HEY HE'S WAKING UP."

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