What is to become of me? Why have I been destined to choose this path? Was this planned? No. It wasn't. Why would it be? The Force works in strange ways, as so do I. I am not going to fail my Master, whomever he shall be. I refuse to succumb to the Darkness my father, the great Master Dreydar, spoke of. I will be among those who will understand the ways of the Force, and they will teach me great things. I will become a Jedi Master.
She is strong, yet Fear does lurk in her. Her safety in our hands for now until we reach Naboo. Bespin is not safe for her, and her mother will be guarded. She is of no importance to the Sith. But, the Sith is of importance to her. I know she will not fall to them. She will not at all. Her anger is meek, her visions are clear and not clouded. I sense great trust and honor within her. Master Yoda will find her interesting and intelligent. She is a lot like Padme. Perhaps she will find comfort with her. Perhaps. But her training will start soon. Soon.
I sense curiosity. She wonders why she is here. The Council must see something in her. After all, her father was a brave Jedi. I promise I will keep her safe, if Obi-Wan can't. But he can't, Obi-Wan can't keep her safe. I am a much more stronger Jedi than he is, and he knows it. Only I can keep her safe. ...My thoughts twist. My Master knows more than I. I am to remember that at all times. I will let Padme meet her, secretly if I must. Something tells me that this girl will be of importance to me. Will they make me a master, and her my padawan? The Force will be strong with me, and I wish to teach. I wish, I wish. I will become a Master.
Faye stood in her room, her eyes shut. She had changed into a tan outfit, with tan pants and a tan shirt with a brown vest over it. Her long hair had been brought up elegantly into a braided bun in which wisps fell down. She safely secured blaster belt with a Correlian blaster in it. She opened up her eyes, and looked into the mirror and smiled. The young girl was pleased with what she saw, and took joy in how her eyes sparkled. A half smile appeared on her face and she turned to her door. Anakin stood peering at her. Faye stared at him. "I'm ready. I'm just securing some things together." she said, closing up a small bag. Anakin nodded.
"Good. We can get to Corucant in good time." he replied, his eyes sliding to the blaster. "You know how to use a blaster?" Faye smiled slightly.
"Of course. I grew up in a royal family, and I was required to learn how to protect myself and my family. It's Correlian too, which means that it's able and long living." Faye explained, and she patted the blaster fondly. Anakin smiled.
"We better be off, young padawan." He left her as she looked into the darkness of Cloud City.
I will not fail anyone.