After the mission to the Citadel, the Council gave us all a few weeks break to recover and rest from the experience. After a few days of rest, Master Kenobi started up my lessons again, and we were currently practicing in a spar.

I swung my lightsaber at him, and he blocked the attack before offering a counter strike. I backpedaled out of the way and leaped into a quick series of precise blows, my curved hilt allowing for better maneuverability with my attacks. Master Kenobi blocks every attack however, and settles into his preferred Soresu method of combat. So to counter this, I changed tactics. I rushed forward and went into a roll on the ground, slashing at his feet while doing so. However he managed to jump above the attack and swung his saber around just as I got back up to block it.

I parried his attacks and spun around underneath his guard, holding my saber to his throat. I offered him a smug grin of victory, but he only smirked back, gesturing below. I looked down in confusion only to find his deactivated lightsaber pointed directly at my stomach. I sigh in defeat and step back, deactivating my lightsaber.

"You still got me Master." I reluctantly tell him.

"You were close Jarik, although there is still room for improvement. You got caught up in the moment again." Master Kenobi reminded me.

"Yeah, I know." I told him, still a little disappointed that he managed to catch me off guard with practically the same trick again. He patted me on the shoulder.

"One doesn't become a Master in one day you know." he says.

"Oh I am so aware of that Master. Especially with your other lessons you give me." I reply.

"Meditation is for you to be able to center yourself more in the Force. It isn't always enjoyable, but it is necessary." Master Kenobi tells me. We start to head out of the training room to our quarters.

"How do you even manage to do that kind of thing for so long? I start to get sore after sitting in the same position for awhile." I ask, stretching my arm from flashbacks of how stiff I could get after meditation.

He lets off a small laugh. "Practice, and patience Jarik."

"More like torture of boredom." I comment.

"You should consider yourself proud. After all you can tolerate meditation for a much longer time period than Anakin was ever able to." Master Kenobi says with a grin.

"Yeah, I still can't believe that you taught him sometimes. You two are like polar opposites." I say with a small laugh.

Master Kenobi sighs. "Unfortunately."

Before we can continue onwards any further, a younger kid suddenly rams into me out of nowhere, making me stumble against the wall. The kid drops an armful of holobooks and Master Kenobi helps to steady me while the kid looks up in surprise.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to hit you!" he says in apology.

"It's alright," I tell him reassuringly. We bend down to help him pick up his supplies.

"Just make sure you pay attention next time young..." Master Kenobi says, pausing when he doesn't know his name.

"Caleb! Caleb Dume Master!" The initiate says. I can tell immediately that he is both awed, and nervous about being in the presence of Master Kenobi, the famous Negotiator and member of the High Council.

I send Caleb a grin. "Oh don't worry about Master Obi-Wan. He doesn't bite!" I say teasingly. Master Kenobi throws me a half-hearted glare, and I look back at him innocently. Caleb lets out a small giggle as I hand him his last book.

"We'll run along then Caleb." Master Kenobi says. He nods quickly and rushes off to whatever class he has next.

"I would love to know what you were like at that age Master." I ask him.

"I was just like any other Jedi youngling my young apprentice." Master Kenobi responds. I shake my head with a grin.

"Maybe I'll just ask Master Vos if he knows."

Master Kenobi looks at me sharply. "Don't even think about it Jarik." he says scoldingly. I raise my hands in surrender.

Later that evening, I was reviewing a few holobooks that Master Kenobi assigned me to study for the night. It was mainly about how to conduct negotiations properly, and the ways of political discussion. It was boring work, but Master Kenobi said it was essential to learn, since before the war Jedi were usually mediators between groups of people, keeping the peace.

However I was getting distracted every so often when trying to do the work. Small flashbacks of the more violent missions I've been on kept coming back to haunt me. I sometimes heard a tank explosion, or the sound of clones dying when in reality there was nothing going on. The worst parts would be when Master Piell dies. I knew Jedi have been killed before, but even then the Masters and Knights just seemed... invincible.

I let out a sigh and closed the book, deciding to try and do some meditation to clear my mind of the war. I kneeled down on the meditation mat and did my best to clear my mind. There is no emotion, there is peace...

After a few minutes I opened my eyes to view a figure in front of me, standing in a shadowy landscape.

"We meet again boy..." Darth Revan drawls.

My face contorts into a scowl and I shut my eyes tightly, trying to ignore him. I haven't seen Revan, Bastila, or had any more strange visions since Mortis.

"You aren't real..." I mutter.

His laugh books around me. "I'm very real boy. You should have accepted my offer, otherwise you would have been able to save that Jedi," he says tauntingly.

"You are not real." I say firmly, trying to ignore him.

"And yet I stand here before you. I can show you how to destroy the Sith! They are just as flawed as the Jedi!" he exclaims. I open my eyes angrily.

"The Jedi are not flawed! We use our powers for good!" I tell him. He cocks his head to the side thoughtfully, and I can almost imagine him smirking if I knew what he looked like.

"Define good." he says.

I'm suddenly back in me and Master Kenobi's quarters, and quickly look around, expecting Darth Revan to appear in front of me again.

To my relief he doesn't, and I let out an exhausted sigh. I don't know whether to think these visions are real or just dreams, but I don't know why I keep seeing these figures. As far as the Jedi archives have said, Revan was an unorthodox Jedi during the Old Republic, and also became a Sith Lord at some point in time. Anything else to know about him has been lost to time.

So why do I seem to have som sort of connection to him?! And who was Bastila?

I flop onto my mattress bed with a tired sigh after changing into my nightclothes. Master Kenobi still had some things to do for the Council, so he wouldn't be here until much later. Ahsoka and Anakin were busy with all of their late work, being the procrastinators they were, and so hanging out with them wasn't an option.

I fell asleep that night with a mind full of confusion and wariness.

"Master?" I ask the next day. I was in the middle of an hour of free time at the Temple at the moment, and I had questions that I wanted answering from, but didn't know who to ask, except one person.

"Yes Jarik?" Master Kenobi replies.

"Umm, could I possibly get some time with Master Yoda today?" I ask him hesitantly. He turns to me in slight surprise and confusion.

"Why do you need to see Master Yoda?" he asks in concern.

"For the past year I've been getting these weird dreams, or visions. They stopped after we left Mortis, but they've started to come back again." I explain. "I thought Master Yoda could help me make sense of it."

Master Kenobi puts a hand to his beard in thought before nodding in agreement. "Very well Jarik. Although I have to ask why you haven't come to me about this sooner," he says.

"Well, I never really understand what any of it was, so I felt that it wasn't worth bothering you about." I respond truthfully.

"Alright then. I'll schedule an appointment with him for later this afternoon." he says.

"Thank you Master." I tell him gratefully.

"What troubles you Padawan?" Master Yoda asks me. We were in his personal quarters on the meditation sofa's, and I've never been to Master Yoda's personal room before, but it was like any other Jedi room as to be expected, just sized down for him.

"I've been receiving dreams.. or visions Master." I tell him.

"Show you, what do they?" he asks.

"Usually, it varies." I respond truthfully. "Either I've seen a woman in the distance, or a man in armor. On Mortis the woman came to me, calling herself Bastila, and the man was Revan." I tell him.

"Hmm. Another individual I sense, yes?" he deduced.

I nod. "Yes Master. As you know on Mortis, Darth Revan attempted to sway me to join him, and I haven't seen or heard of any of them since then, until last night." I tell him. "Darth Revan appeared again to tempt me."

Yoda frowns thoughtfully. "Understand why Revan appears, do you?" he asks.

I shake my head. "No Master, I'm not sure why. But from what I've noticed, they all have some dislike of the Jedi Order."

Yoda hums in thought. "Remember much of Revan and Bastila, I do not. But walked down the path, of the Dark and Light, they both did. Different, it made them." Master Yoda tells me. I look at him in interest.

"A strange connection to them, I sense in you Padawan. Guilt, I also sense." Master Yoda says.

I look away nervously. "I feel like Master Piell's death is partway my fault," I admit.

However he gives me a kind smile. "Responsible for his fate, you are not. Neither is Padawan Tano responsible. Learn to let go of your guilt, and overcome these visions you will." he tells me.

I nod, taking in the advice.

"Thank you Master." I tell him, the brief session finished.