6 years had passed since it was decided that Jemmalynn would be trained. She was now a tiny little girl, with light blonde hair, pale skin, and very blue eyes. From looking at her it was impossible to tell how potentially evil she was. But they way she acted at times certainly gave it away. By the time she was old enough to walk she destroyed nearly everything she got her hands on. She was eventually broken of this habit. Though she did not always use her power for good, she was indeed already very powerful. Her power and determination were good things, and the Jedi felt they were doing a good job with her, but there was one problem. She was much too advanced to be training with children her age. She was often very bored and none of the other children liked her. Yoda noticed this, but didn't know if she was ready to become a padawan. "Maybe. . . just maybe," Yoda thought," She is ready."

Jemmalynn ran through the temple halls, alone and unsupervised. She had escaped the watch of Ryla, one of the care takers of the children, and she was looking for something to do. As she was running, she almost ran into a tall Jedi knight. She looked up at him, amazed. She suddenly became very shy. "Little girl, what are you doing here?" He asked her. Jemmalynn tried to make up a decent lie before answering the question. She knew Jedi should be honest, but the truth wasn't a very good story and she would get in trouble. But she could not think of something. "I was. . . "Jemmalynn trailed off, not able to finish her sentence. "You didn't leave your teachers did you?" He asked, hiding a smile. Jemmalynn didn't answer. He could sense she was uncomfortable. "My name is Kyto Ticassi," he said," what is yours?" "Jemmalynn Karreliss." Kyto then realized who it was he was talking to." Well, it's nice to meet you, Jemmalynn. Why don't I take you back now?" Jemmalynn agreed, and they walked back together. When they got there, Ryla looked angry. "Jemmalynn, where have you been?!" she cried, "You're going to have to be punished for this." Before she could continue, Kyto stepped it. "She was with me. It wasn't her fault." "Oh really?" Ryla asked, " Well okay, if you say so. Jemmalynn it is time for you to go to bed." Jemmalynn stared up at Kyto, her newfound hero. She smiled at him grateful for what he had done. "Good night Jemmalynn," he said.

The next morning, during training, Jemmalynn did not have her usual focus. Yoda noticed this. "Jemmalynn, focused you are not." "I'm sorry master." She answered softly. She truly sounded sorry, but there was a hint of sadness in her voice. Yoda knew these classes were not the right place for her. She was already with students older than she was. He knew she was ready to become a padawan.

Once again, Jemmalynn was running through the halls. But this time she had a purpose. She wanted to find Kyto again. She had taken quite a liking to him. She finally found him in almost the same spot where he was the previous night. "Hello again, Jemmalynn," he greeted her, "you didn't sneak out again did you?" She grinned mischievously, "I know I shouldn't. But it's just so easy." Kyto sensed how intelligent she was, and knew it mustn't be any difficulty at all for her. He laughed and then said, "Well, you know, you really should be getting back." "But I don't want to go back! I don't like it there, with the other children, and the teachers." "Why not?" "I don't know. I just get this bad feeling around them." Kyto wasn't sure what it was that she was feeling, but he knew it must have something to do with the force. She was obviously very strong in the force, even at her very young age. He led her back to Ryla, and then went to talk to Yoda.