Mace went in search of Qui-Gon. He found him in the training room where the Younglings where learning.

Leila had been a Younglings. But then Yoda became her Master and she became a Padawan. And when she became of age, she would be called an apprentice.

"Have you selected you're new Padawan yet?" asked Mace.

Qui-Gon turned. And shook his head. "No. Where's…."

"I took her to the work room. She said had left something there and wanted to finish it."

"Yes," said Qui-Gon, he smiled slightly. "She goes there every time I bring her here. But she won't tell me what she has there." Qui-Gon studied Mace's eyes. "What happened?"

"She's been having strange dreams, Qui-Gon," said Mace. "Very strange ones."

"Like what?"

Mace looked at him. "She foresaw your death."

Qui-Gon smiled. "There's something very special about her."

"You're not upset?"

"Of course not," said Qui-Gon. "First, it was a dream. And even if she's right, we all have to die sometime. To go on and become one with the Force is an honor."

"It's strange for one so young to have such foresight. She's only five, Qui-Gon."

"I know," said Qui-Gon.

The doors behind them slid open and Leila entered the room. She ran straight to her Father and he lifted her. "What have you made?"

Leila handed it to him.

Qui-Gon set her down on the floor and knelt beside her to exam the object. "Why, Leila, you've made a lightsaber." He ejected the blade and found it was a well made one. The purple light that issued from the amethyst blade glowed brightly. Qui-Gon looked at Mace and stood. "What do you think, Mace?" He handed the lightsaber to him.

The small handle looked strange in Mace's large hand. He examined the lightsaber carefully then beamed at Leila. "It's the best I've ever seen one her age make. I've never seen a Padawan ten and under make one so well."

Qui-Gon picked Leila up and tossed her in the air. "You did well, Leila. Very well." He kissed her cheek.

Mace handed it back to Leila. "And I like the color of the blade," he said with a smile. He was the only one of the Jedi that had chosen an purple blade.

"Have you chosen you're new Padawan, Father" asked Leila.

Qui-Gon turned and looked out over the large room, full of the Younglings. "No, I haven't."

"Why don't you help him, Leila," said Mace. "Go and see if there's one there that meets your approval."

Leila went down the steps, one hand clutching her small lightsaber and the other the rail. She wandered around the room and at last stopped. She was standing in front of a boy. They bowed wordlessly to each other. And stared at each other.

"I wonder who's she staring at," said Qui-Gon.

"What's your name?" asked Leila.

"Obi Wan Kneobi."