Trust
BeautifulDisaster
Fanfiction on Starwars.
Disclaimer: don't own anything of Starwars except sold copies of 1-6. I wrote this for all you fans pleasure so R&R
The Cold weather kept my cloak icy in the freezing wind. Master Yoda hasn't returned from the Jedi temple's quarters. My thin, light brown braid, drifted in the snowy wind outside the temple. Was I to become a padawan? As I waited, I wondered.
"What if I didn't make it," I told myself. I shook my head. The code of the Jedi was not to think negatively. The short ponytail on the back of my head was traditional. However, I didn't have time to think about that. How were my exams? Getting enough Midi-chloreans was one thing, but the skill with the force was a whole different task. I tried to remember everything I knew about the force. My teachings, my trainings, everything. Yoda suddenly came in front of me.
"Come, to the debate, we must go," he said. I walked next to him towards the metal doors of the temple. As I stepped inside, I followed Yoda into a large room full of Jedi's who earned their titles as Master. I saw Qui-gon-Jinn and Mace Windu, one of the strongest Masters and hardest to get. The room was circular and had about twenty five Jedi. Yoda, along with me, stepped in the middle of the room.
"This young one has completed all his tasks assigned to him. Risen above the ranks, he has," Yoda told them. I looked at the variety of Jedi, that might be my teacher," So many of them with different races, but only one could be my master. "Acceptable, he has become to become a Padawan," He continued saying. "Alan is his name. Alan Silverstone," He said. "Who would take him as a padawan?" He asked the crowd. The crowd began a quiet conversation but no one lifted their hands or stood up. Was I rejected? "As all you know, if no one picks him, he is to stay in the Jedi Temple for another year.