A Knight In Training Chapter 2
Hello again! Here is Chapter two... The same things still apply that were in the first chapter... Enjoy!
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The Calamarian Jedi Master, Fabri Maili sprung into the air, flipped over the wooden box, and landed perfectly on his feet. "It's easy." He said, deactivating the training saber. "Now, everyone line up in front of your boxes."
The class of Eight year olds did what their teacher told them, standing in three straight lines. "Alright. On three, just jump up, and land on the other side. One, two, three!" The class all jumped up as one, but didn't come down as one. Two or three in the class landed perfectly, just like Master Fabri, while most of the class did as they were told and landing a little wobbly on the other side. Only one jumped up and tripped on the box. The boy crashed down painfully, nearly breaking his arm. A long cut down the middle of his back started oozing blood from where the box had caught him. The class burst out into a fit of laughter.
"Class!" Master Fabri scolded as he knelt down next to the fallen Initiate. The class became silent immediately, save for a few chuckles here and there. "Are you okay?" The Master put his hand on the boy's back, not realizing the cut was there.
Qui-Gon Jinn sucked in a sharp breath, nodding to the Jedi Master. Fabri looked down where he had placed his hand, finding a trail of blood that had seeped through the Initiate's tunic.
"I apologize for disrupting class, Master Fabri. I must have been to close to the box when I attempted to do the exercise." Fabri was stunned at the formality of his words, especially when it had only been an accident. Then he realized, the boy was suffering more from utter embarrassment than the scrape on his back.
"Qui-Gon." Fabri said softly. "Don't worry about it. Drean?" The Master helped the fallen Initiate up as a young human girl with Sandy blonde hair and gray eyes stepped forward. Her face held nothing but concern for the fallen initiate.
"Yes, Master Fabri?"
"Will you escort Qui-Gon down to the healers." He turned to Qui-Gon. "I don't think it's that serious, but these boxes have been in storage for quite some time, and I don't want that gash getting infected." Qui-Gon nodded as he started for the Healer's Ward with Drean at his side.
The first few minutes of the trip were made in silence. Then, Drean cautiously spoke. "are you okay, Qui?" Qui-Gon gave her a small smile. She was the only one in the entire Temple who could get away with calling the serious student by a nickname.
"Yeah." He Mumbled quietly, keeping his eyes on the ground in front of him.
"Don't listen to those other guys back there, Qui." Drean referred to the class that laughed at his folly, trying to cheer her friend up. It wasn't easy, knowing that Qui-Gon was growing faster than normal boys his age, and the rest of his body had not caught up with his legs yet. "I bet you'll be better than them once you get it down. Even better than me!" Drean was a fast learner, and caught onto exercises faster than normal students her age.
Qui-Gon said nothing.
Drean sighed. As they turned the last corner to the Healer's Ward, she turned back to Qui-Gon. "I could help you, if you want. And you can show them all!"
Qui-Gon turned to Drean. "You will?" Drean nodded. Finally, Qui-Gon smiled. "I'd like that."
~*Visage*~
Hello again! Here is Chapter two... The same things still apply that were in the first chapter... Enjoy!
***
The Calamarian Jedi Master, Fabri Maili sprung into the air, flipped over the wooden box, and landed perfectly on his feet. "It's easy." He said, deactivating the training saber. "Now, everyone line up in front of your boxes."
The class of Eight year olds did what their teacher told them, standing in three straight lines. "Alright. On three, just jump up, and land on the other side. One, two, three!" The class all jumped up as one, but didn't come down as one. Two or three in the class landed perfectly, just like Master Fabri, while most of the class did as they were told and landing a little wobbly on the other side. Only one jumped up and tripped on the box. The boy crashed down painfully, nearly breaking his arm. A long cut down the middle of his back started oozing blood from where the box had caught him. The class burst out into a fit of laughter.
"Class!" Master Fabri scolded as he knelt down next to the fallen Initiate. The class became silent immediately, save for a few chuckles here and there. "Are you okay?" The Master put his hand on the boy's back, not realizing the cut was there.
Qui-Gon Jinn sucked in a sharp breath, nodding to the Jedi Master. Fabri looked down where he had placed his hand, finding a trail of blood that had seeped through the Initiate's tunic.
"I apologize for disrupting class, Master Fabri. I must have been to close to the box when I attempted to do the exercise." Fabri was stunned at the formality of his words, especially when it had only been an accident. Then he realized, the boy was suffering more from utter embarrassment than the scrape on his back.
"Qui-Gon." Fabri said softly. "Don't worry about it. Drean?" The Master helped the fallen Initiate up as a young human girl with Sandy blonde hair and gray eyes stepped forward. Her face held nothing but concern for the fallen initiate.
"Yes, Master Fabri?"
"Will you escort Qui-Gon down to the healers." He turned to Qui-Gon. "I don't think it's that serious, but these boxes have been in storage for quite some time, and I don't want that gash getting infected." Qui-Gon nodded as he started for the Healer's Ward with Drean at his side.
The first few minutes of the trip were made in silence. Then, Drean cautiously spoke. "are you okay, Qui?" Qui-Gon gave her a small smile. She was the only one in the entire Temple who could get away with calling the serious student by a nickname.
"Yeah." He Mumbled quietly, keeping his eyes on the ground in front of him.
"Don't listen to those other guys back there, Qui." Drean referred to the class that laughed at his folly, trying to cheer her friend up. It wasn't easy, knowing that Qui-Gon was growing faster than normal boys his age, and the rest of his body had not caught up with his legs yet. "I bet you'll be better than them once you get it down. Even better than me!" Drean was a fast learner, and caught onto exercises faster than normal students her age.
Qui-Gon said nothing.
Drean sighed. As they turned the last corner to the Healer's Ward, she turned back to Qui-Gon. "I could help you, if you want. And you can show them all!"
Qui-Gon turned to Drean. "You will?" Drean nodded. Finally, Qui-Gon smiled. "I'd like that."
~*Visage*~
