Chapter 1
I had been in one of the sparring rooms for most of the day working with a group of younglings. My master thought it would be a good way for me to work on my patience, or lack there of. Now, I was finally back in my quarters and very glad for the time to myself. I had been feeling out of sorts for the past few days, but couldn't quite place why. I was not sick in any way, but there was something strange within the force. I was standing in the middle of my common room thinking about this when the door opened suddenly to reveal Obi-Wan standing next to Master Yoda.
Instantly, I began to understand what had been bothering me. Obi-Wan told me that my father was killed by a Sith Lord. This news, coupled with the raw emotion I sensed, and saw, in Obi-Wan, made me feel as though I was being crushed. I fell into Obi-Wan's arms sobbing and we crumpled to the floor, as he too was overcome by emotion. Master Yoda let us be for several minutes, then reminded us that we were Jedi, and knew how we should be dealing with this. He put a caring hand on each of us and offered his strength.
Once we had picked ourselves up off the floor and began to gather our thoughts, I remembered the huge disturbance I had felt in the force a few days earlier. I was practicing saber technique with Master Bondara. The disturbance had knocked me to the floor and caused my master to stagger. Oddly, it was mainly panic and anger from Obi-Wan that I had felt. The panic was controlled quickly, but the anger lingered for a bit before it disappeared and transformed into grief. It was then that I felt a void. Why I hadn't realized what happened, I don't know. Looking back, I should have known.
I've retired to my bedroom now, but am finding sleep hard to come by. Obi-Wan is still here in my quarters, several hours later. I don't think he can bring himself to leave my father's home. I'm glad he is here. His presence is comforting to me. I don't want him to leave.
