Chapter 3

The day had come. I watched from outside and studied the product of our hard labor. The result? One of the best prepared padawans I have ever seen. Anakin and I have been training with Kyra since the day she got out of the hospital, and we have warmed up to her quite a bit. She has even helped me overcome my tensions with Anakin, and after talking, it turns out that he felt like he was being babied and he wanted to grow up.

However, Anakin and I have spilled our issues, but we still haven't heard a thing from her about her feelings. Once in awhile, we'll all be meditating, and she'll become so relaxed and so clear minded, that I'll be able to search inside her soul and actually see things that have happened to her. For example, yesterday might have been the most important time. We were in the training chambers meditating, and I wait until I feel her relax, then, when I was sure Anakin was peeping into my thoughts, I tried to enter hers.

What I saw is something I will never forget. I zoomed into a different time when she was younger.

"Mr. Zem, who are they?"

"They're friends of mine." The man said. The faces were shadowed, like she didn't want to remember. They all sat down to dinner and as Kyra was eating, she cringed, and as if I were her, I felt a hand going up the inside of her leg, it was sickening.

Another picture, a different time, and a different place. She looked a bit older, the exact same as when we had first met her.

"Look, I am so sick of your shit!" She cried.

"He's paying good money, and you have to give him a good time." Keenan Zem yelled.

"I am so tired of being your whore." She spat.

Then it clicked. She wasn't raped. She was sold. Keenan Zem was selling her as a prostitute for other men.

Not wanting to know more, I left her thoughts to guard the memory of the time I was on patrol and lost the criminal group because I had to go the bathroom in the bushes.

Now, as I watch the Jedi Council briefs Kyra before assigning her to her new master. I wonder what things will be like without her. I wonder if we will ever see her again. I wonder if she will remember us next time we meet.

Suddenly, the doors whooshed open and she walked out.

"How did it go?"

"Well."

"Who is your master?" I asked, following her as she walked away.

"Master Galia."

My heart fell.

"I leave to start my training on her home planet tonight." She said blankly.

"Tonight?"

"Family reunion, and it's tomorrow morning."

"You'll be traveling all night though."

"This is the future you and Anakin gave me." She said, turning to look at me. Her eyes were dancing with a fire that I did not understand. Did she want to leave us? Were we boring her? "And I'm thankful for it, even if you're not."

"I'm not trying to stop you, but aren't you upset that we may never see each other again?"

"No, because I know that we will see each other again." She replied.

"But what if we don't?"

"We will."

She walked away to start packing I guess.

"I think she'll be happy." Anakin said as we watched her jet depart. "She wants to be a Jedi."

"She still has a long way to go before she's a Jedi, my young padawan." I said, sounding like a Master.

"But she wants to be a Jedi, so she'll make it." Anakin repeated. Yes, she was very talented, but she was too humble. Unlike Anakin, she didn't want to use her powers as much. She didn't want to show off. There is a certain medium between the two, which I think I have found. Yes. I don't believe I am cocky, but I am not so shy either. I know what must be done, and I will do it.

I tried to imagine Kyra training with Adi Gallia. It seemed to work. It seemed a good match. I just hope everything goes well for her. Another mistake could ruin her future.