Hi everybody. This is something I wrote when I was sat at desk during lunch thinking about how generally confusing life can be. Sometimes I don't understand what life is trying to teach me and for some reason amid the chaos, this scene just appeared andI thought I'd share it with you. I hope you like it xx

My master, he who taught me how to live, how to learn. He gave me an appreciation for ones whom I would have otherwise dismissed. I was wrong to turn from them. It is not the Jedi way.

And yet as I stand here watching the flames consume his body I can feel the presence of the lost boy beside me and out of the corner of my eye I see his eyes fill with unbidden tears and yet he will not let them fall. The strength within him I can feel, but still I feel that I must proceed with care for I am certain that the council will favor the boy. His midi-chlorian count is higher than even Master Yoda's and the council would be foolish to let him go.

I am torn, Qui-Gon believed in the boy, should I not follow his lead and take him as my Padawan to train?

But the grief is creeping in and the disbelief of my masters passing is overwhelming, but I cannot dwell upon such thoughts else I begin to doubt myself. The doubt is already there, it was there the day that my master came for me, I was only 13 and to me it seemed a piteous thing to do. Had Qui-Gon seen something that I had not in myself?

Could I take the young boy standing beside me and train him to become one with the force? Do I believe that what I am about to undertake is a burden? Or do I believe that it is a chance to take what wisdom I have gathered from my master, and pass it on to the chosen one. The one who will be bring balance to the force?

My eyes burn savagely as the heat of the flame fills the cool air of the night. I feel master Yoda's eyes on me and I cannot help but wonder what it is he hopes to achieve. His confidence in the boy has not waned, he has questioned what he can but he does not doubt.

Thoughts of regret fill my mind and I cannot help but wish that she were here, Siri would know what to say. She had always known how to ignite the passion in me, never once did she leave me to fall alone and the pain when she had become one with the force had made me crumble. I would have slumped to my knees and begged for death if it had not been for my master. He had shown me how to harness the passion of life and use it in a way that would drive me to my best.

But now there is no one.

The force will guide me, I trust in that. But do I trust in myself?

Please leave your thoughts behind xx