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A cold, metallic feeling covering her nose and mouth that forces her to breathe is the first thing she notices. Then she feels the liquid around her; it is neither hot nor cold, yet both at the same time. Slowly, she opens her eyes. Once they are open, she begins to move around a little. Her right arm and both legs hit the glass around her, but her left arm is folded very close to her body; she is in a tank and surrounded by a blue liquid. The world outside the tank is blurry, but she can make out through the blue liquid, her uncle's form and several medical droids. Her uncle points towards the tank, and she feels herself being lifted out of the tank, placed on a medical bed, and covered with a blanket. The droids remove the mask, and she takes her first free breath. Then she looks up at her uncle and turns her head away. But her uncle bends down to her level and hugs her, tears falling down his face as he does so. Neither says a word as they enjoy the moment, the last moment they have before their lives change forever.

"Master, where- where am I?" she asks weakly.

"You're in the medical bay, my niece, in the Jedi Temple."

"Temple?"

"On Coruscant." Shock crosses her face at her uncle's words.

"Master, what about Maldofy? Did I pass my Trials?"

Her uncle looks to her and sympathetically smiles. "You won't be returning to Maldofy, my niece. You passed all but the most important Trial, the Trial of Spirit; you cannot become a Knight." She clenches the sides of the bed as tears fall. She failed. "And, I won't be your master anymore."

"What?" she asks.

"Master Cyrill Azam, the Assistant Headmaster of Behavior and Placement, will be your master from now on, Desara." Desara leans back forcefully rests her head against the back of the bed, crying. She failed, and these are the consequences. She will never become a Knight, nor will she find out what happened or if Feardorcha was lying.

Suddenly, the doors open, and an older Chagrian walks in, his Jedi robes flowing behind him.

"Headmaster," he says with a bow, "is she alright?" Desara's uncle nods and gestures towards her. "Greetings, Padawan Solo." Desara bows her head. "I'm Master Cyrill Azam. You'll be training under me until you learn what it takes to become a Knight."


And that's the end! I have greatly enjoyed writing this, and I hope you all have enjoyed reading it. I love you all so much, and thank you all to the Star Wars galaxy and back for reading. Don't forget to follow, favorite, and review, my Butterflies! Bye!