CHAPTER THREE

Anja and Ianol spent the night getting to know one another by sharing the long and intricate stories of their lives. They both delighted in the exchange and by the end of the long night, Anja was quite excited to go on her first mission as an apprentice with Ianol. The older woman also discussed how her schooling with be conducted since she has been now taken under wing.
The next morning she had awakened to the smell of something delicious in the small kitchenette of her new rooms with her Master. She dressed and quickly rinsed off in the fresher before heading into the living area. Ianol looked up with a smile to her.
"Good morning, Anja. Slept well?"
"Yes Master," Anja bowed slightly as she sat down at the bar counter. "Thank you." She then looked to the cooker unit with a curious eye. "May I ask, what you are cooking? It smells wonderful.!"
Ianol beamed and handed her a hot portion. "Oh.it's just something that I baked up. I really do enjoy cooking."
Anja nodded and took in a forkful and her face lit up as she chewed thoughtfully. "Mmm.it is as delicious as it smells!" She took in another warm bite.
"Thank you Anja. Now, eat up because your lightsaber training class begins soon."
Anja had arrived just in time for the class. She looked around and quietly stepped into the room. The Master heading the lesson smiled and nodded as she made her way inside. Anja bowed back in respects and glanced around, gazing around for a familiar face among the students. Her mind raced, trying to remember which of her friends had been taken into training.
"Anja! Over here!" A dark-skinned girl grinned and waved at her excitedly.
Anja turned to look and then smiled brightly. "Marcella.!" She quickly strode over and embraced her friend. "Why didn't you tell me you were taken in as well?"
"I should be asking you the same!"
While the pair was quietly carrying on their conversation before class, two boys in another corner of the room began to brawl playfully. Their training lightsabers were flashing and humming in their fight. Students around them were quietly watching and whispering about the fight with the two boys. Anja was just about to turn around to see what the fight was all about as the other students pointed. Before she could get a clear picture of the brawl, one of the boys pushed her violently onto the floor. She braced her fall by landing on her hands and knees with a harsh smack to the cold floor. When she turned around to a more comfortable position to stand, she looked up into the handsome deep aqua eyes of a tall male student who looked to be 12 years of age. He crouched over her and held out his hand.
"I'm sorry about that. I hope you aren't hurt." He talked in a voice with an exotic accent. He flashed a handsome but boyish smile at her.
"Ah.um no. I'm.fine." She smiled back with a vivid blush and he helped her up as she turned her eyes shyly away from the boy.
"My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi." "I'm Anja Theteve." She said whispering. They stood for a moment, still staring, still holding hands.