"You must choose your own apprentice and train him or her yourself. You must discipline him or her. Teach them courage, trust, all the traits that it takes to be a Jedi. If you fail, you are not worthy of being a Jedi. This is your last test. You must leave a worthy Jedi behind for your place. Do you understand?" Master Yoda commanded, daring anyone to ask questions. Everyone turned down at his gaze or looked away. He nodded, satisfied. "Good." He paused, as if thinking. "Well then, there is a class of fourteen students in the Training Room, awaiting your counsel. Go in and seek your apprentice." He nodded them off, his bright eyes flashing with wisdom and trust. Something else was bothering him, though.
Kalin Skywalker, son of Luke Skywalker, walked into the Training Room with the other Jedi masters. Each were pondering the same thing: what was Master Yoda so worried about? 'Got to focus,' Kalin thought. He sighed. Surveying the young eager students, Kalin shook his head. None of these children would do. Half were probably brainless, and the other half too proud and too ignorant. As the Jedi master raked the room once again, he spotted a little boy hunched in a corner, his legs drawn up to his chest with his head in his arms.
Walking over to observe the boy closer, he noticed that the boy was a bloody mess. Unmoving, the boy's clothes told the Jedi that a fight had taken place.
"What's your name?"
The boy's head shot up. Mystified ocean-colored eyes searched Kalin's. An eerie and uncomfortable silence took place. "Meq, sir," he said quietly after a while.
Kalin raised an eyebrow. "Age?"
"7."
"A bit young for this class, aren't you?"
Meq shrugged.
"Well, Meq. You're now my student. Get up," Kalin ordered. He turned around and walked out of the room.
Meq stared after him. 'What did he just say?' Scrambling up as fast as he could, Meq quickly ran after his new master.