Author notes: My first proper Star Wars fic. If I've bad spelling/grammar please don't tell me, I get enough stick from my mate.

Please R&R, even if this story is bad and there's no words to describe how bad it is.

Anakin entered the lunch hall were most of the other padawan's were eating. He gazed solemnly at the floor as a blob of green mash was dumped on his plate by a dinner lady. He walked across the hall and sat in the far corner, away from everyone else. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone today, especially not his 'friend' Kenda. She kept telling Anakin that she didn't mean to throw the water bomb at him; it was an 'accident'. Anakin knew all too well that it wasn't an accident and had decided to avoid her, just to teach her a lesson.

As he sat on his own, pushing the muck on his plate with a fork, he felt someone standing behind him.

"Excuse me, is anyone sitting there?" A soft voice asked.

"Err… no."

A plate appeared next to Anakin, followed by a body. Anakin glanced to his right to get a better view of this person. The young girl, who smiled back at him sweetly, had waist length straight silver hair that fell about her honey skin. A pair yellow snake like eyes flashed back at him from beneath her long lashes, and when she opened her mouth to speak rows of pointed and jagged fangs glittered in a way that seemed menacing.

"So what's your name?" she asked pleasantly.

"Anakin Skywalker." The young Jedi felt a little lost for words, he'd never seen anyone quite like her before. He gazed at her slender figure that was enhanced by the plain black kimono style dress she was wearing. It never occurred to Anakin that her style of clothing was usual in the temple. "What's your name?"

"It's a little short but it's Astrid Nyoka Cora Aloha Ciara Drew."

"That's… short?" Anakin gaped disbelievingly.

"Yes, usually it's ten middle names on my planet. But people on this planet can't seem to get their heads round the name so you can just call me either Astrid or Ciara. Most people do."

"Um… ok can I just call you Astrid?"

"Sure Anakin." Astrid smiled before turning her attention to her plate. A long snake-like tongue slithered out and wrapped round the mush, drawing it in in a very unsightly way.

Anakin was sure she'd be full of surprises.

"Obi-Wan, who is Astrid? I don't think I've ever seen her in the temple before." Anakin said thoughtfully as he and his Master sat together in their rooms.

"Maybe that's because she'd only just arrived." Obi-Wan answered.

"Master?"

"She's just joined the Jedi order."

"But she's about my age, surely she'd too old." Anakin didn't understand. Perhaps his Master was talking for a certain point of view again.

"I know, but the council has disgusted this matter and because of her… unique abilities we feel she is capable of becoming a Jedi, despite her age."

"Why wasn't I told? After all I am on the council." Anakin felt increasingly angry and frustrated. The council were holding information back from him which meant they didn't trust him.

Obi-Wan, sensing his padawan's frustration, said, "Anakin, you haven't been told because this is up to the Master's to decide…"

"I don't see why I'm on the council and am not even a Master, it's insulting!"

"Anakin, you have to be patient, you will become a Master if you prove yourself worthy. Not just anyone can become a Master." Obi-Wan sighed, knowing that Anakin wouldn't listen. "Look, it's late and I'm tired. Try and get some sleep and we can talk about this in the morning."

Anakin said nothing, what was there to say? If Obi-Wan weren't going to tell him anything he'd just have to go find out for himself.

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