She wasn't a fan of beginnings.
The Jedi Order came to her when she was three, later than most Younglings. She remembered her mother and father, but only their faces. She would try to remember their voices as she grew but they were long lost from her memory. By the time she was chosen as a padawan, their faces fell from her grasp as well.
The buzz of Coruscant felt completely alien to her. She can distinctly recall the stale air that rushed past her as a hand guided her out of the transport and onto the landing platform, miles high in the air, speeders racing past. She became dizzy trying to follow the countless vehicles whizzing past. The planet was so bright compared to her home world as well. Being closer to the Core, she had to squint to see properly. It would take her more than a moment to get used to it.
And it was warm. Warmer than her mother told her it would be. Especially in the strange clothes the Jedi had given her to wear. A tunic, tiny tabards and a matching belt around her waist. She preferred a dress already compared to the pants they issued her. The Jedi told her as she grew she could define her own wardrobe. This she knew she would change.
"Come along, now," the voice attached to the hand told her. The man's voice was calming among the chaos of the new planet-city. The heat radiated off of the landing platform as she was pulled toward the attached building. "This is your new home."
Gazing up at the rectangular structure, she so badly wanted to be happy and excited as her parents told her to be. About this new opportunity, this new world she was capable to join. But all she felt was fear, as though her life would never be as peaceful as those last few seconds on the transport.
The Temple, as they called it, was enormous. A thousand people could hide within it and she wouldn't have been able to tell. Every inch of the building was exaggerated and filled with art. The halls could fit space ships comfortably. The ceilings could form clouds in their crevices. All she could do was stare upright at everything around her, until Master Beq stopped abruptly and she was face to face with the most unusual creature she had seen before.
He was old, older than she had thought anything could be, though she could look him directly in the eye. For the first time that day, she didn't have to look up. He was also green and slightly resembled the dog back on her family's farm. His robes looked just like hers and he carried a walking stick.
"A long journey, you have had," he spoke slowly to her in a creaky voice. "However… rest, you cannot."
"You will meet your Clan in the crèche and begin your studies," the man who escorted her said. She looked up toward him and shielded her eyes from the bright lights.
"Clan?" She asked sheepishly. Her mother told her not to be insulting to her new world and she was trying hard to keep her voice from shaking with nerves.
"The group of Younglings you will grow with," the man said. Younglings, Clan, Jedi. So many strange words to her.
The three of them began to move into the Temple and she began to feel very, very small.
The short Jedi, who she would later be told was Master Yoda, was not the only alien Jedi at the Temple. In fact, the Jedi were quite diverse, equally in race, age, and gender. All the while, their cloaks whipped behind them as they walked, and a sword stationed on their belts. It was a completely different scene than what she knew from home. Her old home, that is.
Master Yoda and Master Beq zigged and zagged through the strange halls of the Jedi Temple, passing countless statues, rooms, and halls, getting her utterly lost. Suddenly they happened upon a circular room with children around her age sitting about on the floor.
"Who are you?" A boy bounced around the entrance of the door after Master Beq entered. He was around her age, perhaps slightly older.
"I'm Kei," she told him.
"That's a funny name," he laughed.
"Obi-Wan, be polite to our new member," Master Beq called to the boy in front of her, not even bothering to look back at him.
"Sorry, Master. I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi."
"Obiwankenobi?" She fumbled. "That's a funny name."
"Hey!" He cheeked back at her, after looking to Master Beq to ridicule her for making fun of his name.
"Obi… wan… ken…obi?" She asked slowly.
"Yep, that's me," he grinned triumphantly.
"Why three names?"
"I don't know," he answered, plopping cross legged on the floor. "It just my name."
"We only had one name on my planet," she told him, joining him on the floor.
"You can use only one of my names then," Obi-Wan told her. She liked how friendly he was already to her. Making friends wouldn't be as hard as she thought it would be.
"Obi?" She said to herself. "No, you're not just Obi." She scrunched her nose in contemplation. "Wan is just silly… what was the last name?"
"Kenobi."
"Ken? Ew-" she shook off that name. "Ben?" His eyebrows picked up at that. "At least until I can I say your full name correctly."
"Okay. You can call me Ben."