Star Wars
Episode VII
The Second Renaissance
A long time ago, I thought the war was over. I was not alone. Every planet in the solar system had its own massive celebration when the Death Star was destroyed. We believed it was over. But our eagerness to end the war, which had lasted so many years, blinded us from the truth. And it took several years for even the most powerful Jedi to sense the evil, the disturbance in the Force. And by then.
I sat next to Tan Randen, my Jedi master, on the cruiser, taking us into battle. Where they needed us. Where everyone needed us. Where if we failed, so many would die. I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. "Is something disturbing you, Zen?" Tan asked. Even though he nearly always knew the answers, he insisted on asking questions and letting others speak for themselves. "I was just thinking." I began. I thought about what to say and how to say it. "I became an apprentice only a year ago. I've never been sent into battle. I'm having troubles calling upon the Force. Sometimes I still fumble with the lightsaber. Tan waited for me to continue, I knew he would save his words of wisdom until I was finished. "And I'm only being sent into battle because their desperate. If they're so desperate, it must be bad. And if we fail, millions will die. What if we fail. because of me?" Tan knew immediantly I was finished, and he began. "Zen, you will never know how proud I am of you. You are good at so many things. even if the ones you named aren't included," he gave me a gentle smile. "If you could hear yourself speak, you would know how different you are. The reason I have so much faith in you is because you have enormous potential. But." he paused for a moment, "you are still waiting for something. We now have formed a small ring if Jedi. And most see you as the lowest. But your potential is locked up deep inside you, waiting." "For what?" I asked. "Something only you will know, and you will know only when it comes along." I thought about that. A lot. But when I felt the cruiser coming to a slow halt, nervous tension washed away all my thought.
Episode VII
The Second Renaissance
A long time ago, I thought the war was over. I was not alone. Every planet in the solar system had its own massive celebration when the Death Star was destroyed. We believed it was over. But our eagerness to end the war, which had lasted so many years, blinded us from the truth. And it took several years for even the most powerful Jedi to sense the evil, the disturbance in the Force. And by then.
I sat next to Tan Randen, my Jedi master, on the cruiser, taking us into battle. Where they needed us. Where everyone needed us. Where if we failed, so many would die. I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. "Is something disturbing you, Zen?" Tan asked. Even though he nearly always knew the answers, he insisted on asking questions and letting others speak for themselves. "I was just thinking." I began. I thought about what to say and how to say it. "I became an apprentice only a year ago. I've never been sent into battle. I'm having troubles calling upon the Force. Sometimes I still fumble with the lightsaber. Tan waited for me to continue, I knew he would save his words of wisdom until I was finished. "And I'm only being sent into battle because their desperate. If they're so desperate, it must be bad. And if we fail, millions will die. What if we fail. because of me?" Tan knew immediantly I was finished, and he began. "Zen, you will never know how proud I am of you. You are good at so many things. even if the ones you named aren't included," he gave me a gentle smile. "If you could hear yourself speak, you would know how different you are. The reason I have so much faith in you is because you have enormous potential. But." he paused for a moment, "you are still waiting for something. We now have formed a small ring if Jedi. And most see you as the lowest. But your potential is locked up deep inside you, waiting." "For what?" I asked. "Something only you will know, and you will know only when it comes along." I thought about that. A lot. But when I felt the cruiser coming to a slow halt, nervous tension washed away all my thought.