Week 10:
46. bell
47. book
48. candle
49. bowl
50. blade
Bell
"Jysella, you'll be late!" the Bothan girl deactivated her training saber, hoping that Jysella would soon follow suit.
"Late? We don't have anything scheduled for another hour! You're just afraid I'll beat you again," snickered Jysella as she assumed a battle stance, squaring her feet as she lowered her saber in anticipation of the next blow. "Come and get me so that we can finish this."
"Sithspit, Jysella, you're paying as much attention as ever. Don't you see? The knights are coming over to take us on! We gotta be there when they ring the bell, and that's any second!"
Book
The thirteen-year-old Jysella wanted to be taken, but she did not have the Masters before her in mind. One was half-Yuuzhan Vong, one was a giant, another was… Jysella shook her hand and attempted to concentrate on the books that she hid behind. Those Masters all gave her the creeps. Jaina Solo was normal, but she was married to that giant Zekk.
The Chandrilan pilot girl left with Jaina Solo and waved goodbye.
Good luck with him. Jysella silently wished as she watched her Bothan friend leave with Tesar. Then, she gulped upon seeing the enormous shadow loom over her.
Candle
Jysella had turned fifteen. It had been nearly two years since Lowbacca chose her as his apprentice and he still managed to surprise her. She was used to frequently visiting Kashyyyk and thought that she knew the world, but what was that cylinder that Master Lowie just handed her? And what was the string attached to the end of it? Was it some sort of explosive? They were there to visit Sirra, not play Jedi like they normally would.
"Master?" Jysella began, but did not need to finish.
We're meeting her in the lower levels. There is no power there.
Bowl
In the forest, Jysella felt like a dwarf, not only a human amongst Wookiees, but also a single point on a plane. But that was the beauty of the Force, wasn't it? It was boundless. Jysella poked at the food in the bowl before her. She did not want to insult Sirra's cooking, but the meat did not exactly look inviting.
Tita! Jysella heard one of the Wookiees roar and looked over to see the young one who accompanied Sirra reaching to steal the food from her bowl.
Well, aren't you going to eat it? asked the small, black-furred creature.
Blade
"How would you like a taste of my blade, Jedi?" Jysella's opponent's eyes flashed a combination of crimson and blue as her opponent circled her.
"I thought we were friends, Ben," she sighed, not wanting to raise her own weapon.
"We were." Ben emphasized the past tense.
"I thought I knew you." A tear streaked down her cream-colored face as she finally brought her turquoise blade to chest level, her hand shaking. "But you won't hurt my Master."
She reached into the Force but could not probe him. Sithspit, Ben. How, old friend, how?
"I will, over your dead body."
