There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

There is no death, there is the Force.

-The Jedi Code

Dust was kicked up as he took a bounding step; he marveled at the gray dust as it floated up and away from the surface. The exhilarating feeling of weightlessness was something he could never forget. He was standing on the moon! He smiled giddily as he bounced forward again; it was a slightly awkward hop. However, it was still more enjoyable than running in gravity.

But something was off. He knew something was off, but he couldn't quite describe it. He saw some movement out of the corner of his eye and slid to a stop. Dust clouded his vision, and he coughed and then batted it away.

When the dust cleared he didn't see anything, I could have sworn he saw someone standing on that small hill not fifty meters away.

There was a tap on his shoulder, and he spun around, startled by the sudden appearance of a white alien roughly his size. On closer examination, it actually looked a little like he did, except it was stark white instead of pitch black. It was slightly shorter than him, and its eyes were black. It had the same quill-like hair and circular eyes. The alien's ears were less pointed but seemed to swivel in the same way his did.

Then the alien said something in a language he didn't understand. "Kel, tol bron dal tropf. Veltan tol dolana ke Toma."

He shook his head, "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're saying."

"Kel, tol bron dal tropf. Veltan tol dolana ke Toma." repeated the alien, as if repeating it would make him understand what it was saying. The alien then pointed up, and he followed its hand and saw a planet. It had red forests, an immense desert, and a vast blue ocean.

"Whoah, what, what planet is that?" he asked, then alien, then realized it probably didn't understand what he was saying.

"Veltan tol Toma. Kristan la ken fo'krell."

Before he could reply, he opened his eyes to the sun streaming through the blinds of his room. He blinked as he realized that he'd been dreaming. That's why he could breathe on a moon. But, that alien and that planet, he felt like he should know what those are.

"Toma. What is Toma?" The word felt oddly familiar; maybe he'd heard the word somewhere before and couldn't remember. He'd have to ask his Master if he'd heard the word before.

He sat up in his bed and stretched; there was a satisfying *pop* *pop* *pop* *pop* from his back. Then, he got out of bed and sat in front of a small stone altar where he crossed his legs, sat up straight, closed his eyes, and reached out.

He felt the familiar presence of the others in the dorm. Some were in the halls and others in their rooms. He tried not to pry on their thoughts or feelings, but sometimes, whosever they were just floated into his mind. Sometimes he could distinguish the thoughts or feelings of particular people. Kendrick, one of his fellow Padawans, was never good at hiding his emotions, and they flowed out of him like a river. He could tell if the thoughts were from Master Ra because she always wondered the oddest things. Today was especially bizarre, {"Does Ten S'Hol like balboa Beatles?"}

After half an hour of meditation, he opened his eyes, donned his traditional Jedi robes, then left his room and walked down the hallway towards his dorm cafeteria. Several other Padawans and Masters were also heading that direction; a few were chatting amongst themselves, talking excitedly about training, none was more enthusiastic than Kiff Ben, a burly human boy who constantly picked on several of the other padawans. He hoped Kiff would ignore him this morning as he entered the cafeteria, retrieved his food from the serving droid, then sat down at a table by himself and quietly ate.

He again pondered his dream; something about that planet was pulling at him; he needed to know what planet that was. "Something on your mind today, young Keltor?"

Looking up from his food, he saw his Master, Ball Rom Ta, a Blue Rodian, sit down across from him. "Yes, Master. It was a dream I had last night."

Master Ta leaned forward, "Well, I'm all ears, tell me what happened." Keltor picked at his food while he told him about his dream, "Well. That is interesting indeed. I've never heard of a species like the one you described or the planet. But there are millions of species and almost as many habitable planets. Tell you what, after morning lessons, we shall head to the archive and see what we can dig up."

Keltor nodded, "Thank you for indulging my curiosity, Master."

"Oh, it is no issue at all, young Keltor; it is my role as your Master to help you with these issues, is it not?" Master Ta smiled and ate some of his breakfast, "These calcoa beans really are delicious, aren't they?"

Keltor nodded, "Yes, Master, I believe they are in season." But to him, the beans tasted like everything. Bland and flavorless. He wondered for the hundredth time if there was something wrong with his sense of taste. Master Ta's smile lessened slightly but reappeared as he ate more of the calcoa beans.

The sun's heat was starting to get to him, sweat beaded his brow, and his ears twitched from the noises of younglings playing in the garden. He tried to focus on the swishing of the leaves, the occasional chime of bells swaying in the wind, or even the drone of distant traffic.

"Focus, Young Keltor," said Master Ta. Keltor refocused on his task of keeping the large stone slab his Master was sitting on steady and level. "Good, let the force flow through you. Do not control it; guide it to do what you want."

Keltor followed his Master's instructions as best he could, then one particularly high-pitched squeal from the younglings broke his concentration and the slab tipped to one side. "Focus, Keltor, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out."

Keltor did as he was told, and slowly the slab leveled out again. "Very good, Keltor, very good."

A few seconds later, he felt something small and hard hit his head. He recoiled in pain and hissed, his hair bristling as he opened his eyes and turned his head to see several of the younglings trying to avoid his gaze.

Slowly his quill-like hair flattened back down, and he said, "Please, refrain from throwing things at people unless they are aware of your intentions."

The slab he was trying to keep steady slowly dropped to the ground, and Master Ta chuckled, "Then you should have been paying attention, young Keltor. A Jedi must be constantly aware of one's surroundings."

"Apologies, Master, I'll keep that in mind," said Keltor as he bowed to Master Ta.

Master Ta bowed back, "please do, now; I believe we should end the lesson here. Shall we head to the archive?"

He was eager to discover anything about the alien and maybe even the plant from his dream, "Yes, Master."

It wasn't long until they reached the archive, and he and Master Ta took a seat at a computer. Master Ta navigated to the species index and said, "Our best bet to find any potential information is to search the characteristics of the being you saw."

It was a good place to start, "Okay. It looked remarkably like me, except it was white and had black eyes."

Master Ta paused, then asked, "Do you think it could be a member of your species?"

"I, I don't know, Master, it could be possible," answered Keltor.

Master Ta nodded and said, "Well, it's worth a shot," then typed in Kishdon. After a moment, the computer returned with the information. "Let's see, there isn't much here about the Kishdon, almost nothing, save for what they look like. But there's nothing here about them having white skin."

Master Ta backed out of the page and typed in the characteristics manually; several species appeared on the list. None looked like the alien he saw. "Maybe, maybe it was just a dream," said Keltor. He hoped to find more information about the Kishdon, what he was, and where he was from.

"I'm sorry, my boy, I truly am." Master Ta put a hand on his shoulder, "Come, let us continue with today's activities. I hope you enjoy puzzles."

Keltor did not enjoy puzzles.

"One" Keltor brought his lightsaber up in a block. Master Ta tapped it with his own, "Two" Keltor changed position again Master Ta tapped it, "Three" again he changed the blades position and Master Ta tapped it, "Four" Keltor brought his blade up in a high guard, and Master Ta tapped it. "Very good young Keltor. Again, this time faster."

Keltor reset and readied himself, "One" block "Two" block "Three" block "Four" block "One" block "Two" block "Three" block "Four" block "Excellent form, I see you have been practicing."

"Thank you, Master Ta," Replied Keltor.

"You may have the form down," Master Ta struck without warning, and Keltor brought his blade up to defend himself; he managed to block two strikes, then he felt a tingle in the back of his mind to move, then there was a shock to his ribs "But you lack focus and timing. What have I always said about practicing?"

"Never train alone," answered Keltor.

"Why?" asked Master Ta.

"It embeds my mistakes," said Keltor.

Master Ta nodded, "Correct, don't you have a training partner?"

Keltor shook his head, "No, Master, I've tried, but none of the other Padawans I spoke to would train with me."

Master Ta hummed and stroked his long snout and replied, "Well, you'll have to work something out then, won't you. Find another Padawan from another class to help you. Preferably one that doesn't have a partner already."

Keltor bowed, "Yes, Master Ta, I'll make that a priority."

"Excellent, now, let's see your form two." Master Ta reignited his lightsaber, and Keltor did the same. They continued sparing for another hour, going through one form after another. When Keltor asked why Master Ta insisted that he learned almost every lightsaber form, Master Ta replied, "When you learn to fix a machine, you don't learn how to fix a specific part. You learn how each part interacts with the others and how the machine works as a whole. The same is with the blade. Mastering one or two forms is fine, but learning all of them will increase your understanding of the art as a whole. The better your understanding, the more likely you will be able to protect yourself and protect others. Do you understand, young Keltor?"

To this day, he still doesn't understand what Master Ta was talking about.

When their training session was over, the two bowed to each other, "Excellent work today, my Padawan. I fear that you will soon be ready for the trials, and then who will I have to boss around?"

Keltor smiled, "Don't worry, Master Ta; even when I pass the trials, you will still be my Master." Master Ta laughed, a broad smile on the Rodian's face.

He turned to leave, proud of the day's work. As he walked out of the training room, he ran into a Togruta about a head taller than he was. She stumbled back and fell onto the ground, "I'm terribly sorry, here, let me help you up." The Togruta looked up at him; she seemed apprehensive at taking his hand, but after a moment of hesitation, she grasped it, and he hauled her to her feet.

"Thank you, ummm," the Togruta trailed off.

"Oh, I'm Keltor; it's a pleasure to meet you," Keltor tried to smile; he hoped it looked friendly.

The Togruta smiled back, "Ahsoka, my name is Ahsoka."

"Pleasure to meet you, Ahsoka," Keltor wasn't sure what to say; he was never good at small talk.

"Well, I um, I better get going. I have a lot of training to do." Oh good, he didn't have to embarrass himself.

"My apologies. Have a pleasant training session Ahsoka." Keltor walked past her and towards the door that would lead to the dormitories.

"Have a good day, Keltor!" he turned to see Ahsoka waving at him; he didn't know how to respond. Nobody ever wished him a good day save for Master Ta, let alone wave at him.

"Y-you too," replied Keltor dumbly.

Ahsoka ran into the training center, and out of sight, Keltor looked at the door for a moment, then turned back and headed for the dorms. She's a little young to be training, isn't she?

A few days later, he ran into Ahsoka again, thankfully not literally this time. He had entered the training center and was waiting for Master Ta to arrive when the young Togruta stormed in, muttering something about "I'll show them."

She froze when she saw Keltor, her eyes wide like she was caught doing something she shouldn't have been doing. Keltor raised a hand in greeting, "Hello."

She didn't respond for a moment, then raised a hand and said, "Hi."

They didn't say anything, and an awkward silence permeated the room.

While he hated making small talk, he hated awkward silences more, "So….come to the training room often?"

Ahsoka nodded, "Yeah, but usually only when it's empty."

Oh, so she also trained alone? He could almost hear Master Ta egging him on to ask her to be his training partner. What's the worst that could happen? "So you usually train alone?" asked Keltor.

Ahsoka put a hand on her hip, and a smug grin appeared, "Like I need help training. I got this lightsaber stuff down."

Again, he heard Master Ta say, 'when you train alone, you only embed your errors.' "I'd be happy to spar with you if you want."

Ahsoka seemed taken aback, then she composed herself, "You? I doubt you can keep up. Not to brag or anything, but I'm top of my class at dueling. I've beaten everyone else so many times they don't want to train with me."

Keltor doubted that was why nobody wanted to train with her. "My Master says that I'm a fair swordsman, even if I'm rough around the edges."

"Oh? Well, if you want to get beaten that badly, I'll oblige your request." He now knew for sure it wasn't her skill that caused her classmates to stop training with her.

Keltor stood from where he was sitting, pulled his lightsaber off his belt, and switched it on; the blue blade gently thrummed as he readied himself using form three, his lightsaber in a high guard, the blade pointing to the floor. Ahsoka grinned and lit her own lightsaber; her's was green.

He took notice of her reversed grip, a bold choice to fight that way; he also noticed how she held her blade behind her. At first, he thought she hadn't realized she was leaving herself open, but then the thought that maybe she was doing it on purpose flashed across his mind.

He waited for her to attack; he'd find an opening, then strike.

"Well, if you're too chicken to make the first move, I guess I will." Ahsoka launched forward, spinning, and her blade came hurtling towards him. He blocked her attack then transitioned the block into a downward strike. She parried and attempted to strike his left side. He quickly blocked the strike and swept his blade in a wide arc in front of him.

Ahsoka easily ducked under the strike and tried to kick him in the chin; he quickly backed up and held his blade in a standard guard, the tip pointing to the ceiling. Ahsoka quickly got to her feet and held her blade in a standard guard. She was fast and agile, two things he wasn't. He needed to change tactics; defense wouldn't work, and he couldn't let her attack.

He lunged forward, briefly surprising Ahsoka, but she quickly spun out of the way of the lunge, and he realized he had made a fatal mistake. She brought her blade down towards his neck, and he barely had enough time to pull his blade back to stop her blade.

Now Keltor faced a different problem; he couldn't move; he was trapped. She'd take advantage of the opening and strike him if he moved his blade. But he had to do something. He pushed up, causing her blade to rise just enough to let him escape. He backed away and got back into a standard guard.

Then someone clapped, "Fantastic! A beautiful display of swordsmanship if I have ever seen." He and Ahsoka turned to the voice, and Keltor saw Master Ta standing near the entrance, "Well done, you two, well done!"

Keltor and Ahsoka deactivated their lightsabers, and he said, "Master Ta, sorry we didn't notice that you had entered."

"Bah, don't trouble yourself about it." Master Ta waved his hand at Keltor, then turned to Ahsoka, "My dear, you were wonderful. For someone, your age to be as proficient as you are is truly amazing. May I know your name, Padawan?"

Ahsoka seemed to blush slightly from the praise, "Ahsoka, Ahsoka Tano, sir."

"Padawan Tano, you have a natural talent for swordsmanship. If I'm not mistaken, you were using Form 4?" asked Master Ta.

Ahsoka smiled and nodded, "Yes, Master, I was. It's my best form."

"Very impressive, Padawan Tano. Although you still have much to learn, your moves were too telegraphed, and using a reverse grip will make it difficult to gain an advantage on an opponent. But, you have promise. Keep at your training, and I'm sure you'll become an excellent duelist." Master Ta seemed to gush over everything Ahsoka did.

"And Keltor," Master Ta turned to him, "You were very impressive! You correctly realized your defensive tactic wouldn't work, and you quickly changed from form 3 to form 5; that isn't something some Jedi can do, let alone most Padawans."

Keltor couldn't help but smile at his Master's praise, then bowed to him, "Thank you for your kind words, Master Ta."

"Hush, young Keltor, now, go again, you two, and this time try and notice flaws in the others' movements." Master Ta took a step back as he and Ahsoka readied their lightsabers.

And that's a wrap folks. I plan on this being a short story, the idea just kinda happened and I was like "Hey, that's pretty good." So here I am, hunched over my laptop, sucking down forty ounces of coffee a session and writing like a mad man possessed.

Oh, and don't bother googling the Kishdon, they don't exist in canon or legends. So yeah, I made them up specifically for this story. As the story goes on more about the Kishdon will be revealed (obvi) but for now I'll leave you with this.

They are a humanoid species with quill-like hair (think porcupine), pointed ears that can swivel, round pupilless eyes, and six fingers on each hand. Kelor has pitch black skin and white eyes, he's approximately five foot four, his quills are about a foot and a half and a mix of brown, black, and white.

I hope you all enjoy reading this short story.

I do not own Star Wars.

Now for the fun facts section!

Users of the Dark side could summon something called a "Force Demon" out of thin air to fight for or alongside them. What the Force Demon looked like was up to the user, and after a while, the Force Demon would disappear.

Also The Promised Neverland's OST kicks every ass. No competition.

Don't believe me? Look up "The Evil Blooded Girl."