AUTHOR'S NOTE: I was listening to the song "Show Yourself" last night and pictured a woman training to be a Jedi throughout the song. For those who have not read all of my stories so far, Wilbur was trained to be a Jedi, and because of that, Diana is Force-sensitive. But what if one of her children is also Force-sensitive? The original idea about introducing Diana's children was to write of her first pregnancy, which is in the works, but I could not keep this idea off the computer. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons" or "Star Wars," nor I do I own Idina Menzel's "Show Yourself," the only character I do not own is Wilbur.

STORY #22: Show Yourself

STORIES OF REFERENCE: Training (Ch. 4)

NARRATORS: Wilbur and Idrial

JUNE 2085 – TODAYLAND, NORTH MONTANA, USA

WILBUR'S POV

I walked around the garden in the backyard where my late Uncle Art's spaceship was at, waiting for my granddaughter to meet me here. I reflected on how I started her training. Her father Berethor had witnessed her moving an object without touching it in her youth and immediately contacted me for help. When I saw Idrial on their next summer vacation to Todayland, I felt the Force being strong with her, so I took her under my wing and trained her in every opportunity I had. Idrial was a very fast learner, just like her mom, and today was a very special day for her.

"Hi, Grandpa!"

I turned to see an excited Idrial running out to me. I smiled at her very long dark-red braided hair and green eyes. But I smiled even more at her outfit: she wore a wine-red high-low dress with bell sleeves and black leggings and black gloves underneath it. On her feet, she wore wine-red boots that went up to just below the knee.

"What do you think?" Idrial asked, twirling around excitedly. "I made it all myself!"

"You've got Tallulah's skills for sure," I replied. "It suits you."

"So, where are we going?" Idrial asked.

"Ilum."

"Ilum?"

"I believe it is time for you to create your weapon," I explained with a smirk.

"Do I need one?" Idrial asked.

"That weapon will be your life. As a Jedi, it will be a part of you. Now come on. Let's go."

Idrial and I got into Uncle Art's spaceship, and I let Idrial do the flying since she needed the experience.

"Where is Ilum at?" Idrial asked as we got into space.

"It's in a galaxy far, far away," I answered. "Uncle Art has been there before, so all you have to do is find the correct coordinates to get there."

I watched Idrial search the database for the coordinates needed to get to Ilum, and once she found them, we went into hyperspace.

"I'm going to see if Uncle Art has left us some coats in this ship," I said before leaving my seat.

"Why do we need coats?"

"It's a cold planet."

"Now you tell me."

"Be careful, Idrial. You're sounding more and more like Morwen every day."

I chuckled to myself as I walked to the back to find coats. Idrial and Morwen were twin sisters, but they were very different. Idrial was calm while Morwen was fiery. Idrial had dark red hair while Morwen had brown hair. Idrial had green eyes while Morwen had blue eyes. Idrial was an introvert, but Morwen was an extrovert. But, one thing they shared in common was their love for each other, and love for their family, which their mother, my daughter Diana, taught them well.

After unsuccessfully finding a coat, I walked back to the cockpit where Idrial looked comfortable with flying, and we were approaching the planet Ilum.

"Did you have any trouble?" I asked.

"No, I found it easily," Idrial answered with a smile on her face. "Where are we landing?"

"Go that way," I directed her, pointing her in the right direction.

After some navigating, we finally reached our destination.

"It's colder than I remember," I said, shivering without a coat on. I was, however, wearing a warm sweater that I had taken with me.

"I'm not cold at all," Idrial replied.

"Well, you're one of the lucky ones then," I said with laughter. "Then again, you were born and raised in White Peaks, a cold climate. You're probably used to the cold. Plus, you're only 14. Enjoy that while you can, because you'll be like me: sensitive to the cold."

"So, what do we do?"

"We have to work together to get this door open," I explained. "After that, you have only a day to get the crystal for your lightsaber. Otherwise, you'll be stuck in here for a year."

"I can do this," Idrial replied with confidence.

"I'm confident that you can. May the Force be with you, Idrial."

"May the Force be with you, Grandpa."

IDRIAL'S POV

I took one last glimpse at my grandfather before walking forward with a bold smile on my face. A song came in my head, and I started to sing along.

"Every inch of me is trembling but not from the cold. Something is familiar, like a dream I can reach but not quite hold. I can sense you there like a friend I've always known. I'm arriving, and it feels like I am home."

I remembered the first time I had used the Force, though it was an accident. I was in preschool, and I had noticed a couple of boys bullying another girl. I remembered wanting to be brave like my twin sister, and so I went in the middle to try to push the boys away. But it wasn't a simple push; it felt like the wind was blowing with me and pushed those boys as far away as possible. But the girl didn't thank me; she was scared of me, and because she was scared, so was I. The rest of that year, the only person who would spend time with me was Morwen, and I myself was bullied. Both my parents were called that day by my teacher. My father reprimanded me because pushing another person was not okay, but it was my mother who suggested asking my grandfather for advice. I started training to be a Jedi the next summer, because it sounded cool to me.

"I have always been a fortress, cold secrets deep inside," I sang, and I looked at my surroundings in awe. "You have secrets, too, but you don't have to hide. Show yourself, I'm dying to meet you. Show yourself, it's your turn. Are you the one I've been looking for all of my life? Show yourself, I'm ready to learn."

Over the years, I learned that being a Jedi was full of responsibility, but my heart always stayed true. I've learned to love the other kids, and the more I grew, the less I was bullied. I was always complimented on my long red hair and how cool it was that I can move objects without touching them. They called it 'telekinesis,' and even though it was not the correct term for me, I gladly took the compliment.

I vocalized, but then I heard a ringing in the distance. My grandfather had explained to me that in order to build my lightsaber, I needed to find a crystal that defines me and my personality. I excitedly started to run in the direction of the ringing.

"I've never felt so certain. All my life, I've been torn that I'm here for a reason. Could it be the reason I was born?"

I found a lake full of ice, and I happily slid across.

"I have always been so different. Normal rules did not apply. Is this the day? Are you the way I finally find out why?"

When I got across, I saw that my path was blocked with rubble. I loved to clean, so I did not hesitate to use the Force to clean the caves up and create a path for myself.

"Show yourself! I'm no longer trembling! Here I am, I've come so far. You are the answer I've waited for all of my life. Show yourself, let me see who you are."

The path took me to a much brighter part of the caves, where all the crystals came to life. But which one was my crystal?

"Come to me now. Open your door. Don't make me wait one moment more."

I sang again, but with much more boldness, using the Force to guide me to my crystal.

"Come to me now. Open your door. Don't make me wait one moment more!"

I watched one crystal shine its brightest as it called to me. I held out my hand, using the Force to call it to me. I had already assembled my hilt using spare parts from the Robinson basement, and I immediately placed the crystal inside the hilt. I activated my lightsaber, and a blue blade emerged from the hilt.

"Come my darling homeward bound."

I heard a voice calling to me, and I immediately recognized it as my mom's.

"Mom?" I asked out loud in surprise, but I could tell she was proud of me.

"Show yourself," I heard my mother's voice surrounding me in the caves. "Step into your power. Grow yourself into something new. You are the one you've been waiting for all of your life. Show yourself."

I deactivated the blade, and with a heart full of gratitude, I ran back toward the entrance of the cave. But, along the way, I heard rumbling above me. I screamed and put my hands over my head to protect myself, only to find I was unharmed. I cleaned up the mess around me, and I continued on my way, once again sliding across the frozen lake. I eventually got outside the cave to greet my grandfather, who carried a proud smile on his face.

"You had hours to spare," he told me with a smile on his face. "So, show me! What does your blade look like?"

I gave my lightsaber to him, and he activated the lightsaber, revealing its blue blade. He swung it around before swinging it in my direction and stopping just before it reached my neck.

"I'm impressed that you found your crystal so fast. I had to fight a Sith Lord just to get out of the cave!"

"Well, I did run into a little situation where rocks were falling on me," I explained. "But I'm okay."

"Did you have any difficulties getting to your crystal?"

"It was a mess in the caves, so I had to clean it up. But that's all."

"Well, let's go home," Grandpa suggested, and I gladly took it.

WILBUR'S POV

"Grandpa, why am I a Jedi and not Morwen?" Idrial asked on the way home on Art's spaceship. "Morwen's the fighter of the two of us."

"Being a Jedi is not about fighting the good fight, Idrial," I explained. "Being a Jedi means you are a peacekeeper, and that is exactly what you are. While Morwen likes to handle things with her fist, you like to handle things calmly. The Jedi back in the day were peaceful negotiators, not warriors. Thankfully, the galaxy has been restored."

"But why do Jedi fight? Why have the lightsaber if a Jedi promotes peace?"

"Back in the day, someone manipulated both sides of the trade and turned the Jedi into something they are not: soldiers. Because the Jedi spent all of their time playing soldier, they could not do the job they were meant to do in the first place: peace. Senator Amidala tried, but she, too, was played. The galaxy was in a civil war after an empire was formed, because the emperor's plan for ultimate power worked. That is, until the rebels saw the light and took him down."

I paused, and Idrial looked slightly confused.

"My point is, Idrial, that it is not necessary for a Jedi to fight. But if the Force is unbalanced, then the Jedi work to resolve that unbalance, and sometimes, it involves a lightsaber. I have been a Jedi for over sixty years, and I have not used my lightsaber since your mother was your age."

"So, what do you do as a Jedi?" Idrial asked.

"I'm a Jedi Sentinel, which is what my yellow blade represents. I work among the people as the chief of TIME, and I try not to get into conflict much because of that. That's why I never use my lightsaber."

"So, my lightsaber is blue. What does that make me?"

"That means you're a Jedi Guardian, Idrial. Ironically, that means your skills and talents lie in battle."

"Wait, what? That's not me."

"Idrial, do you remember your very first action as a Jedi?"

"Yeah, I pushed away two kids because they were bullying another kid."

"Exactly. It was a battle, and you acted. Do you remember any other acts like that?"

"Well, I remember my father telling me to never let my guard down when I'm bullied, so I've always used the Force to protect myself."

"I think that you and Morwen have more in common than we both believe," I hypothesized. "And actually, I think she would be the perfect teacher to teach you fighting skills."

"Why can't you do it?" Idrial asked. "You know karate—"

"Idrial, I'm too old. I'm not as flexible as I used to. While I trained you to be a Jedi, your mom and I both taught Morwen how to fight, and she is an excellent fighter. Even Eaoden has some skills."

IDRIAL'S POV

After we got back to the Robinson House in Todayland, I knocked on my twin sister's door, and she opened it with a smirk on her face.

"Rial, what are you doing knocking?" Morwen asked. "We're sisters. You don't have to knock to talk to me."

I gave her a smile as she let me in.

"Grandpa thinks that you can teach me how to fight," I told her straight out.

"Wait, really?" Morwen replied in disbelief. "Rial, you're the peacekeeper!"

"I know. But, we have more in common than I thought, Morrie. I can fight, but I can only use the Force to do the fighting for me."

"Rial, you're the most beautiful girl in the whole school," Morwen said with a smile on her face. "You don't need to learn to fight."

"Grandpa says I have to learn for my Jedi training. But fighting is a last resort for a Jedi. It wouldn't hurt for me to be more prepared."

"Touché. I'll tell you what. I'll teach you how to fight if you help me with my schoolwork. You're a much faster learner than I am."

I pondered this for a few moments, feeling thankful for Morwen being there for me no matter what.

"Alright, it's a deal."

"Great! Now help me finish my math homework."

"What are we working with?" I asked, and Morwen showed me a practice problem. "Morrie, this is pre-algebra. How did you get placed in pre-algebra?"

"Math is not my strong suit, okay? I'd much rather read a book about adventure than deal with math."

"I don't blame you for that one. Eaoden and Elegost are the math masters. So the first problem is easy: y + 2 = 5. You want to get both numbers on the same side of the equal sign. So, we subtract two from each side to cancel out the left side. And we get y = 3. To double-check, just insert the three for y and do the math."

"Three plus two equals five. That makes sense!"

I watched my twin sister solve the math problems that involved no negative numbers.

"So if there's a negative involved, like this problem, you add that number to both sides. So, you add two to negative two and you also add two to negative five on the other side. So, we get y equals negative three."

"Can you add a negative?" Morwen asked.

"Yes, you can. That's why the negative number is usually in parentheses so that it won't confuse you."

"So what if you're subtracting a negative?"

"Do you know the saying 'two wrongs make a right?'"

"That statement is wrong, Idrial," Morwen replied with a flat expression. "Two wrongs makes the situation worse."

"Let's try a different approach: you cannot not fail math."

"Wait, 'cannot not?' Rial, it's 'you can fail math.'"

"Exactly! You're turning two negatives into a positive! That's what you do when you're subtracting a negative number."

"Idrial! Don't do that to me."

"Do you want my help or what?" I asked, starting to get a little impatient, and Morwen let out a huff.

"Fine. What would you do to turn two negatives into a positive?"

"I'll write an example problem. Let's say, y minus negative five is two. All you have to do is make this minus sign a plus sign and then that negative sign in to a positive one. So now, the problem is y plus five equals two. You subtract five from each side—"

"And the answer is negative three," Morwen finished for me.

"Exactly."

I finished helping Morwen with her pre-algebra homework, and then it was time for my first lesson.

"First, we're going to learn the basics," Morwen started. "Spread your feet out, hip-width apart. Then, if you're right-handed, you step your right foot forward. Otherwise, step your left foot forward."

I did what Morwen told me, and then I stepped my right foot out.

"That's your dominant fighting stance. Now, put your fists up by your face, like this."

I watched Morwen close her palms and bring them up on either side of her chin, and I did the same thing.

"Congratulations, Rial. You've just learned the fight stance. Now, let's learn some defense. The first move is called a slip. All you do is, moving to your left, shift your body weight to the left and then lower your right forearm, but not too far. Like this."

I watched Morwen demonstrate the forward slip.

"Now the backward slip, you're shifting your weight to the right, and you're lowering your left forearm. Let's see you try."

After I successfully did both sides of the slip, I got back to fighting stance.

"There's another defense move, but all you're doing is ducking from one side to the other, like this."

I watched my twin sister bend her knees and come up, shifting her weight to one side, and she repeated that to the other side.

"You try," Morwen prompted me, and when I successfully did that move on both sides, she gave me a proud smile. "Now you're ready for some offense, but we'll just be using our hands. The first move is a cross, and it is exactly like throwing a punch, and your target is the jaw."

Morwen had shown me a variety of punches and Muay Thai moves the rest of the night before I went to bed, having a successful day not only as a Jedi-in-training, but also as a granddaughter, a daughter, and a sister.