RUHLSAR000 Here! Bad news, next week is shaping up to be massively busy and I am not going to be able to update. But you get this cute story about a boy and his uncle. You know the drill. I own nothing. I apologize for errors, delays, and long-winded author's notes.

Kemen sighs, swinging slightly on the fort's swings, head encased in my old helmet, cut to allow his lekku to pop out the back. He's blocking out the world. And the cold. There's about an inch of snow on the ground. "Hey," I say, sitting next to him.

"I know, what you're going to say." Kemen sighs.

"Really?" I raise an eyebrow sitting on the swing next to him

"I kriffed up! Being a Jedi is my dream and I kriffing blew it!" He shouts. "I refused to let anyone, even Dad, be my master."

"Nah, I was going to says Zeb puked in there. Twice." I shrug. The helmet is off so fast that I am amazed his lekku weren't hurt. They may be smaller than the twins' lekku but still. "Really? Do you know how much I wear that?"

"I washed it out." I laugh. Kemen punches my shoulder. "So, you kriffed up?"

"Yeah," Kemen smacks his hands against his heads. "I am such an idiot. I should just go back and apologize and hope one of the knights takes me in."

"Okay." I shrug.

"I'll do it," Kemen says, getting up. "I'll call them right now."

"Then get to it." I roll my eyes, trying to suppress a smile.

"Why aren't you trying to stop me?" Kemen snaps.

"Why should I? It's what you want. Isn't it?" I shrug.

"It is. It's just-" Kemen growls out in frustration, collapsing back onto his swing. "Isn't there something you want to say?"

"Is there something you want to hear? Cause you seemed rather convinced." I smirk. "Cause I'm not going to waste my breath if there isn't."

Kemen sigh, pulling himself into a semi-meditative self-reflection. "I just… want someone to say the master-padawan bond is sacred, connecting two people for a lifetime, beyond a lifetime. The masters of the past are alive in the padawans of the future, brought together by the Force itself. That's why it can't be forced by anything else."

"You seem to have a better understanding than most Jedi currently have." I smile. "So why would you try to force it?"

"I shouldn't." Kemen sighs, swinging slightly.

"Yet, you were about to. The question is why." I say.

"I want to be a Jedi. I want to help continue Dad's legacy while helping the galaxy." Kemen sighs.

"First lesson." I swerve to face him. " Listen to the Force, specifically the Jedi's guide, the Ashla."

"It wasn't saying to be any of their padawans. No, it was saying NOT to be any of their padawans." He admits.

"And now?" I ask.

"I feel… I don't know… Every time I think about someone teaching me the ways of the Jedi… it's you… And you have been. You and Dad." Kemen rubs the back of his head.

I take his hand. "Here's another lesson. Close your eyes." He does so without question. "Focus on the way the Force swirls around use and our bond."

After a moment, his eye flutter open, stunned. "You? You're my master."

"If you'll have me." I nod.

"Did I not just say I already think of you as my teacher?" Kemen hugs me tight.

I return the hug then pull back to look at him. "Kemen. I need you understand that, though I have trained as a Jedi, I am a follower of the Bendu, not the Ashla. I cannot teach you how to be a traditional Jedi. Even if I only taught you of following the Ashla, you will be different from everyone else in the Order. And I, honestly, would probably put some Bendu in and I can't say I'll be good at teaching. But I will always do my best."

"Well, the Order could use more diversity in thought anyway. Besides it is the will of the Force." Kemen smiles and then pauses "One thing I don't understand is why did I have to meet the others like that if you already knew you were my Master?"

I sigh, resisting the urge rub my forehead. As sweet as Luke is, we really have to stop discussing the Force with each other. He just has too much of the Old Order in him. "Master Skywalker is… He is very wise and a natural Jedi, but he was mostly self-taught. He knew his first Master, Kenobi, for years, but he was only his padawan for a day and then he was Master Yoda's for only a few months. He cared about them, no doubt, but he never had the time to develop a deep master-padawan bond during his studies. He doesn't quite understand it or its importance. And since I am not in the Order, he has been… hesitant for me to train a potential Jedi. Now, let's go inside. It's freezing and I need help up."

Kemen chuckles but obliges.

Thank you time! Thank you, greenbean246, for following and favoriting. Thank you, CloudyRaven, for reviewing. I know the genetics are confusing but I cannot think of it as a pure chance of genetics. In canon, we know of three confirmed cases of Jedi having kids, all three are Force-sensitive. Legends, which was canon for a long time, there is a lot more cases of Jedi having kids. All of Leia and Han's kids, Ben Skywalker, Starkiller(Who I do not like), and we even have lines that are Force-sensitive. So yeah, I don't think its chance. I think it is an unspoken rule. At least, that is my view. Thank you, Midnight, for review. And please breath. Nothing in life is worth a panic attack. I get it, last year I was having so many of them because I got reject from my major(Turns out, probably the best thing that could have happened to me). But I would actually wake up in the middle of the night and have them. They weren't bad by any means and I know people suffer worse but they wouldn't go away. My best suggestion is, honestly, find something you love and escape into or take days for yourself away from whatever triggers them. Nothing is worth your health. Just breath. Even the most important things now will not be importance later. I hope that helps and I didn't just sound like a preachy person who doesn't know what they're talking about. I can't do anything about the migraines, but I hear a painkiller, lots of water and taking a breather works wonders. Your sisters... How do I put this politely? They sound like a**es. That's polite, right? As for listening to you, I like you. You're a lot of fun to talk to. Thank you, LordSkyjacker, for reviewing. May the fluff be with you. Thank you, Casstrum93, for reviewing. I hear that. I used charcoal once and it got everywhere. I'll stick to my beloved copic markers. Now, I am going to stop talking about the or risks sounding like Gollum. Thank you, Wikked Grin, for reviewing. Glad you liked the last chapter.