Author's Note: Someone wanted to know the ages so Padme is 21 and Anakin is 26 in these chapters as the first two chapters are two years later. Hope that's clear!

Chapter 6: Too Close for Comfort and Surprise

I quickly ran to my Calculus class as Farmboy had already made me late of course with his bad timing and worthless lectures that he must've picked up from Obi-Wan and the Mother Confessor. I bet he took classes from them on the "Finer Ways to Torture Caharins and Padawans". I tried to run as fast as my small legs would take me with the air ferociously pumping in and out of my lungs gasping to the point of breakdown, but I told my body to go on and not stop as I would receive a detention if I was late. I ran left, right, left, left, right, right, up, up barely dodging Madame Jocasta Nu carting the newest datapads addition to the Jedi Archives and missed spilling them all over the floor. I ran into the class with the bell ringing and knocked over a fellow Padawan who just screamed at me for knocking him over. Well, maybe he should watch where's he's standing as he already saw an incoming flying human racing to her seat. Duh what an idiot. I quickly spotted Lana and sat down next to her out of breath and gasping for some precious oxygen to fill my lungs.

"Whoa, I made it just in time. That was a close one Lana," I gasped out of breath.

"Yeah, Padme next time try getting to class on time. So what happened with Master Olin? What did he say to you?" Lana questioned.

I replied back with a bitter taste in my mouth, "Well he said I wasn't respectful enough and needed to learn my manners and then I told him off, and the Mother Confessor walked in to save my butt. Turns out she has to give me a boring, ten hour long lecture on respect and how Mister Dansy Pants can't hate me as it isn't the Jedi or Confessor way."

"Ooohh, that sucks Padme. I hope she isn't too hard on you besides Master Olin picks on you on purpose and everyone knows that. So don't worry too much about him, he's just a piece of bantha poodoo and he'll find someone else to torture. Eventually," Lana said laughing at my misery.

I gave her my infamous pissed off stare and retorted, "Yah, yah, yah laugh all you want. You're laughing now because Dansy Pants doesn't pick on you. I know he hates me because of my father and I find that really stupid as he's been dead for like, uhhh, sixteen years you know."

"Yeah I could never really figure that one out. Why does he hate your father so much?"

I left it at that as I didn't really want to answer that question because it was a way too complicated answer to explain. Right then another teacher had to bust in ready with a pop quiz on derivatives. Oh mother bear I don't know anything. Oh well looks like I'm gonna fail this one again…

I slowly walked back to my quarters with the Mother Confessor, as I wasn't in much of a rush to get back. Then again I never was, but today I was especially not looking forward to the day's closing. I walked outside to the Room of a Thousand Fountains finding my inner peace there and admiring all the various flowers that bloomed in here year-round due to the Force presence. One flower caught my attention as it was one of the blossoming lotus flowers, my namesake, which was a bright white this time of year and represented purity, strength, courage to stand away from the darkness and to shine through the light. Sometimes I wonder about my name and wonder did I really deserve it, as it wasn't anything that described me. Perhaps my parents were far too overjoyed with the birth of their own child that they overlooked my potential to actual live up to it.

Suddenly I felt the pain in my heart coming through again whenever I thought about my parents. My beloved parents who are no more in this galaxy for they've become one with the Force. It feels as a heavy burden has been placed on my shoulders and I don't know how to fix it and why do I have to be the one to fix it in the first place? I can hear their voices begging me to listen to them, but I won't listen, I can't. It just is too painful and I've gone through a lifetime of pain, which I don't want to live through again, and the last thing I need to be doing is chasing after phantoms that don't even exist. But sometimes I can't help to wonder what would life have been like had they been alive, had I had the love of a mother and the guidance of a father. Sometimes I wonder and I find myself doing that here in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, and I don't know why. Why is it here that I have to remember them or when I go back home to Naboo. So lost deep into my thoughts that I don't hear Grand Master Yoda's gimer stick hitting against the stone path.

"Good evening, young Jinn. Come here why do you?" He questioned with those green eyes burning looking through me knowing full well what I was thinking.

"Nothing Grand Master…I was just thinking about some things, mainly about the war and how we will win it," I softly replied not wanting to strike any conversation about my past.

Grand Master replied back with a smile, "Focus yours is in here and now it should be." I smiled a sad smile, one that betrayed no emotion, yet told him that it was something someone used to tell me long ago in another lifetime.

"Troubling you something is, Caharin Jinn? About your parents it is?" He asked genuinely concerned.

"No Grand Master…umm…I have to meet with the Mother Confessor…uh…good day," I stuttered caught off guard with his forward question.

I quickly ran away from the Grand Master hoping that he wouldn't ask me any more questions that might betray my emotions. Confessors weren't supposed to have emotions, we only had duty, and I intended to follow through with everything that the Confessors and Jedi held dear in their Code. I ran down the long and empty halls of the Confessors' Palace as there weren't many Confessors that existed anymore because we were a revived order that had gone extinct almost 800 years ago during the Great Sith War. The Sith had slaughtered the Confessors to extinction when they couldn't be persuaded to join the Dark Side, and they were an even larger threat then the Jedi. When the order came back into being almost 16 years there were about 10,000 Confessors and now there were only about 2,000 left, and most of them were spread thin across the galaxy along the battle fronts.

It was no joke of the whispers that the Confessors were rare and had abilities that no one could comprehend. There were also whispers that we would go extinct again among the galaxy and I didn't want to believe that because once this war was over then the Confessors would come back stronger then ever and rebuild our war-torn order. People fear us, they fear our power to take control of a person and make them bend to our will. Believe me it frightens me too sometimes when I take someone with my power and have them reduced to a mere slave of the sorts, which I absolutely detest.

I reach the door to our quarters and sigh with frustration and weariness. I don't want to argue with the Mother Confessor and I don't want to say or do anything I'll regret later. So I walked in calm, clearing my mind and Force signature to show my honesty and cooperation for my act in class. I saw the Mother Confessor standing by the window looking out the horizon watching the sun set and the lights of the tall skyscrapers going on to give the planet an eerie glow which earned it the title of the "City of Light" moniker. I walked cautiously towards my mentor in hopes of not disturbing her in her mediation and can feel through our bond her disappointment and frustration at me. I feel dejected and stand still hoping that I can fix the problem and be on good terms with the Mother Confessor.

In what seems like hours, minutes later the Mother Confessor speaks, "Padme what am I going to do with you. What has gotten into you and Master Olin?"

I gulp sheepishly and croak out, "Mother Confessor I'm truly sorry I didn't mean for this to happen and I'll try not to argue with Master Olin and listen to his…"

I was cut off with the sound of the Mother Confessor's commlink beeping.

"Vos here. What's happened," She asked to the other person.

"Melindra the High Council would like you and your apprentice to come to the High Council Chambers. Something has taken place and we need you both here pronto," I heard the voice of Master Windu boom through the commlink.

The Mother Confessor replied, "Of course Master Windu, we'll be there shortly. Over and out."

With that she looked at me and said, "It seems as though this discussion will have to wait as our presence is required in the High Council meeting."

I asked, "Has something bad happened? Are they going to deploy us the Outer Rim?"

"I don't know Padme, I don't know. We'll find out so let's get going."

With that we were off racing towards the High Council Chambers running through the fairly empty halls in the Palace and I only could wonder that something terrible had happened and that could only mean that we were going to be leaving soon. I really hate it when the High Council only gives us vague information and hope that we won't have to leave again and at the same can't wait for some much needed action.