Trouble and More Trouble Chapter 17: Jedi Past Part One
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Melinda stood next to a funeral pyre. Tears clouded her blue eyes. She looked down at her apprentice. Bailey looked like she was sleeping. But the Master knew better. After the serious wounds the young Jedi had received on that horrible planet it was amazing that she survived as long as she did. Though, all good things come to an end sooner or later. Bailey could not hold on any long. And after asking permission from her Master she rejoined the Force.
Even though that thought comforted her, the Master still could not believe the girl was dead.
In her hand the Jedi clutched her apprentice's Padawan braid. For her heroic acts on Geonosis, Bailey was knighted. Even though she was not there to see it. The slender golden braid was soon to be all that was left of her Padawan.
I'm so sorry Padawan. I failed you. I should have never let Mace talk me in to taking you as an apprentice that way none of this would have happened. Melinda thought.
She picked up the torch from where she had set it, and laid it gentle on the wooden pyre. Flames soon engulfed it and the body of the young girl.
Melinda stood watching the flames as they continued to burn. Her cowl hiding her face from view. And the tears that flowed freely down it. She stood watching as the flames burned out and all that was left was a warm glow. She watched the now burned down pyre even as the moon started to set below the pale horizon. She sank slowly to the floor as the night began to fade and first of the suns warm light pushed its way over the snow covered hills, and the last of the stars disappeared from view. She sat listening to the still warm embers pop and snap even as the world heard the first cries of the morning bird. And the soft morning dew shone like diamonds on a green velvet cloth, in the first light.
The soft clicks of boots on the marble floor brought Melinda out of her reverie. Bright blue eyes snapped up to glare at the intruder. Couldn't they let her have a few moments of peace?
"Melinda?" the soft voice of her dear friend Calena asked.
Melinda looked up with red puffy eyes. "I don't understand why this had to happen." She choked out.
Calena crossed the distance and was soon knelling next to her friend. Wrapping her arms around the blonde's shoulders she said, "I don't know why, Melinda. But I do know this Bailey would not want you to let yourself fall deeper in to this life that you live now. She would want you to live and be happy. Always remembering her but not mourning her constantly."
Melinda sniffed slightly. "You are right. But right now can I be left alone just for a moment. I need to gather . . ." she paused tears coming now again to her eyes.
Calena smiled encouragingly and stood to leave. Before she exited completely. She said, "If you want to talk you know where to find me." Then with the wind blowing her brown hair off her face and her dark cloak behind her legs she left.
Walking over to an elegantly painted urn, Melinda brushed her hair off her face. Sparingly, she gathered the ashes all that were left of the prier and her padawan.
Left turn. Kick. Right jab. Turn. Breathe out.
Thought ran through Calena's head as her went through her katas. Once again she found that the only way to release the pit up anger and sorrow was to run through them until she was emotional and physically drained. What she was doing might be considered brooding.
Turn. Jump and kick. Downward slash. Breathe in.
Her thoughts were in turmoil. Her very force presence was a churning ocean of emotions. She grimaced slightly as she landed. A Jedi does not feel anger. No a Jedi feels anger they just don't let it rule their lives. She amended quickly as she spun the light saber in a high arc. The pale silver blade cast shadows on the walls of the dark training room. The sounds of her measured breathing and the gentle hum of the light saber.
A three step and a sharp turn. Pause. Spin. Slash in backwards arc. Breathe out.
What was the point? Were the Jedi supposed to lead the Republic in to battle? Is that what the Chancellor wants? If that is, then did he know that it would lead to the deaths of hundreds Jedi? Calena didn't have the answers to this. She didn't think even the Council did.
Spin. Low kick. Up and block. Turn side step. Breathe in.
The Jedi were not invincible. The Chancellor should know that. After all the deaths at the beginning, and all the Jedi still dieing it was common knowledge.
Blast this stupid war! Blast everything she fought for!
She faltered in her footwork. Tears coming to her brown eyes. She stopped. She stared off in to the black of the unlit room. She numbly deactivate her light saber and sank unceremoniously to the floor. She drew her knees up to her chest and sat there. Silent sobs racking her small body.
A/N sorry I haven't updated recently but school has been hectic! So this is my new installation of Trouble and More Trouble and I hope you review.
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29 days,
Night Of The Land