Jonathan looked out his window. Today was the day. His sixteenth birthday. Obi Wan, his master, promised he'd be able to get his lightsaber today. Jonathan couldn't stand how Anakin Skywalker, Obi Wan's other apprentice, already had one because he was 'ahead'. Jonathan took a deep breath and walked to the full-length mirror on the other side of the room. His brown hair was untidy from just waking up. His blue eyes were alight with apprehension. His average 5'7 frame was already in it's Jedi uniform, ready to go get his kyber crystal. He fingered his weapons belt, feeling the empty clip where a lightsaber was supposed to hang. His thoughts brightened when he realized that just in a few short hours, he'd have a saber hanging on his belt. He'd even fashioned a hilt for his kyber crystal to be at home in. Obi Wan had shown Jonathan Qui Gon Jinn's lightsaber. Jonathan didn't know how Obi Wan got his former master's saber, but Jonathan had decided to use Qui Gon Jinn's lightsaber hilt as a model for his own hilt. He'd just finished the duplicated saber hilt yesterday, and now he'd be able to put his very own kyber crystal in it!

There was a knock at his door. Jonathan looked around his room. He'd hastily made his bed this morning, which sat in the center of his quarters. There was a wrought iron table a few feet to the left of the bed, with a water jug and porcelain cup positioned miscellaneously on top. His blaster was on the messy bed, waiting to be cleaned. The mirror on the opposite side of the room where Jonathan was standing in front of had a basin with a faucet beside it for washing. Jonathan sighed, accepting the fact there was nothing he could do about it now that someone was requesting entrance to his tornado of a bedroom. He crossed the room and opened the door.

"There you are, Jonathan. I wish you a happy sixteenth." It turned out Obi Wan was outside the door.

"Thanks, master. Where's Anakin? I haven't seen him this morning," Jonathan pried.

"You didn't hear? The entire Jedi Order is talking about it," Obi Wan smiled at his padawan.

"No. But you could tell me any day now," Jonathan said with impatience.

"Relax." Obi Wan laughed easily, "Anakin has a padawan."

"Wait, don't you have to be a fully-fledged Jedi to get a padawan? Not a padawan yourself?" Jonathan was confused. If padawans could have a padawan, he would've found a way to get one already.

"That's what I need to talk to you about." Obi Wan paused, "Anakin's not my padawan anymore."

"What? He's off the hook? And you were going to share this with me when?" Jonathan was furious.

"Calm down, young one. He got 'off the hook' this morning. He had a private ceremony. Only Anakin and I were a part of it, since I'm his master," Obi Wan explained, ever-so-slightly amused.

"Oh." Jonathan was disappointed. He'd counted on Anakin to help him with his troubles that Obi Wan could never understand. Or so he thought.

"Aren't you wondering who his padawan is?" Obi Wan asked, an amused expression still present on his face.

"Yes, but I didn't want to pry," Jonathan grinned sheepishly.

"Don't worry. Anakin wanted to introduce you to her, but she is new to him. His padawan came on a supply ship to the battle site. I took temporary leave just for an hour or two to get your lightsaber. Her name is Ahsoka. She's fourteen," Obi Wan explained.

"What species?" Jonathan asked, only curious.

"Togruta," Obi Wan replied simply.

"Cool." Jonathan decided to reply simply.

"Oh yes. And one other thing. I don't know how to say this but...I just ran into your sister. She wanted to talk to you," Obi Wan said awkwardly.

Jonathan cringed. His younger sister. Jocelyn Motsta. He hated her. Normally, when older brothers talked about their younger sisters, they'd think of annoying but sweet nevertheless. Not Jonathan. Jocelyn betrayed him and his parents and his other younger sister, Jianna Motsta. Jonathan was seven, Jocelyn was four, and Jianna was two when the incident happened.

It was an ordinary day, and Jonathan and Jocelyn were playing outside. He clearly remembered that they were playing chase. Jianna was napping inside. Jonathan's parents, Elias Motsta and Domenica Motsta, were cooking dinner. Suddenly, a squad of alien-like creatures invaded the house, and Elias and Domenica were killed. Jocelyn cowarded under the table, and when the squad asked her for information, she said she'd tell them anything as long as they wouldn't harm her. She told the aliens to go after Jonthan and Jianna. Jonathan gave her a horrified look and raced to Jianna's room. He picked up the sleeping girl from her crib, Jianna's thick, beautiful chocolate curls were mussed from sleep. Jianna's skin was a glorious olive, like her mother's. She had long, curled black lashes, and brilliant blue eyes, like Jonathan. Jonathan remembered marveling over Jianna's innocent beauty as he dashed out the window and escaped with her in his arms. He left Jocelyn behind. She was a traitor. Jonathan and Jianna had then found a man who offered them shelter. His name? Mace Windu. That was how Jonathan and Jianna were introduced into the Jedi Order. Jianna was not force-sensitive, however, she was being cleverly trained in hand-to-hand combat at the temple. She was one of the only exceptions. Jianna was eleven as Jonathan was sixteen. Jocelyn was thirteen.

"Tell her I don't want to hear it," Jonathan waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.

"She insisted." Obi Wan crossed his arms.

"What? You're seriously not taking her side on this, are you?" Jonathan threw up his hands in exasperation.

"You should talk to her. You haven't spoken in some years."

"I don't want to."

"It's not about what you want. It's about forgiveness and chances. Jocelyn made that mistake when she was, how old? Four. She obviously regrets it, and wouldn't make that mistake today. You need to stop holding that grudge. It will only make you weaker," Obi Wan scolded.

"She betrayed me and Jianna!" Jonathan pointed out, angry.

"And you and Jianna are fine! You are a Jedi padawan, and Jianna is one of the best fighters we possess. Better than some of our Jedi, even. Perhaps a match to you," Obi Wan eyed Jonathan. "Talk to Jocelyn. Jianna has already forgiven her, and both are in a close relationship with each other. Their bond has been restored. It's time for you to do the same."

"Jianna doesn't even remember what happened! She doesn't remember Jocelyn's betrayal!" Jonathan scoffed.

"That doesn't matter. Go. That's an order," Obi Wan pointed to where Jocelyn was waiting nervously.

Jonathan stomped over to his sister. "What do you want?"

"Only to relay a message. Trust me, I know how angry you are at me. And I would ask for forgiveness if there was a point. But, Jianna asked me to tell you that she needs your help. You are to meet her immediately. She is waiting in the training room," Jocelyn shuddered.

"I would forgive you if you did something to make it up to me," Jonathan told her.

"Like what? I'd do anything. Even a suicide mission," Jocelyn shrugged.

"Come with me to Jianna, and then we'll see," Jonathan briskly walked to the training room with Jocelyn at his heels.

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~ArchingRebel