"See Centara, everything held together by the Force it is." Master Yoda had taken Centara into the back of the Temple. They now stood in a lush and green area, surrounded by trees and rocks and streams.

"People of many the power to use the Force they have."

"The Jedi." Centara remarked, kneeling down, and watching a small spider- like creature.

"Correct, Jedi. When found a person with this power, they here are brought. Dying Jedi are though, left not many I'm afraid. Yes. But, feel I that you carry this power, I do." Yoda said, turning around and pointing at Centara.

"What? Me?"

"Ummhmm." Yoda remarked with a small laugh, he sat down on a log. "Train you we will, yes. Great Jedi you will become."

"NO!" Centara yelled standing up, tossing her hands in the air. Master Yoda looked up at her quizzically.

"No? Why?"

"Be…. Because of Nayr." Yoda's ears perked forward comically.

"Nayr? Nayr, child of Indoan Adoy?"

Centara nodded.

"Yes. You know her?"

"No, knew her father once I did." Yoda nodded sadly. "Hate of the Jedi she holds?"

"Yes, and I'm not going to become a Jedi." Yoda shook his head, and stood up, he turned away to leave. Centara kicked a stone, and it landed on the small spider creature she was watching before.

"Oh!" Centara said, she picked up the stone, and the small spider was under it, hurt, fatally wounded. Yoda shook his head. He closed his eyes, his ears twitched, suddenly under Centara's squinted eyes, the spider regained its two lost legs, and crawled off again.

Centara turned her attention back to Yoda.

"Not all bad, Jedi are. But, not my opinion. The force is strong with you." Yoda left, leaving Centara to dwell on that thought.



As two years passed, Centara got over her guardian's hatred of the Jedi, and soon agreed to Yoda's offer. With the help of other masters, they Jedi struggled to bring out the strong power Centara kept inside of her.

Nayr and Mirr soon became 'known' at the casinos and bars, and Nayr, unfortunately, now owed many debts. Mirr's record, was clean.



"Master Yoda?" Centara called as she walked around the temple, trying to find Master Yoda. Her dark brown cloak draped over her shoulders, her hands uneasily at her sides, her hood bounced with her hair as she walked around a corner.

Yoda turned around to face her, he looked upset.

"Master Yoda, I-I felt, a strong disturbance in the Force. What has happened?"

Yoda frowned, and stepped aside. Centara's eyes grew wide in shock. On the floor, covered in blood, nearly severed in half was one of Centara's fellow Padawans. She shook her head.

"Sith," Yoda said, though Centara knew how strongly the Jedi felt about the Sith, she could sense no fear or hate in Master Yoda's voice.

"Sith? Master Yoda, aren't the Sith extinct?"

"We thought… So we thought." Another one of the Masters muttered, and they walked away, going to prepare a funeral pyre.

"Master Yoda, what does this mean?" Centara asked as she and Yoda walked back towards the green house of the temple.

"Much it means. Many Padawans will be Jedi now, yes."

Centara was silent for a few minutes.

"I, I do not understand Master Yoda."

"You will, Centara." He muttered, entering the green house, Centara sighed, and followed.