Ashtan as in the far corner of his class room, day dreaming taking his mind from the tortures of the knowledge that school brings. Dreaming of the Jedi Master and his young apprentice. Seeing their adventures over and over again in his head. Some more clear than others, and the more important ones were like looking through a steamed up mirror from a hot shower.
He didn't know how the Jedi worked. He didn't know that Grievous was interested in him so much because he had the small braid of hair on the side of his head. It was something about him that he knew of and he always had it.
One thing he could never explain was a gift he had. He was able to move objects with his mind and was a very good swordsman. He didn't know how he knew it, just one day after his fall with his father he could do it.
But the most important thing that Ashtan didn't know, which he would very soon. He was the small boy who escaped the many battle droids. He was once train in the Jedi arts and was taught how to use the force.
A sudden scream filled the hallway that killed his trail of thoughts. The wall of the school was so hollow that they could hear metal feet walking down the hall and stopping at the door to their classroom.
Every student watched the door. The door opened and a creature made of twisted metal and alien skin entered their class.
Ashtan was confused at how strange he looked. The pair of yellow eyes scanned over the faces of the class. Ashtan's jaw dropped as he stared upon General Grievous.
Grievous walked fully into the class room. He would have been able to stand taller, but it made him more evil to hunch over with his cape flowing around him.
Grievous turned his head and his eyes fell on Ashtan. The boy broke the eye contact by looking down.
Using his hand motions he tried to stay as polite as he could, "Please, do continue with your teaching," he turned back to the male alien teacher.
His hands started to shake when the teacher didn't move but stared in fear of him. The twisted metal monster stalked up to the teacher, "I said to continue with your teaching!" he hissed in the small aliens face.
When Grievous wasn't getting anything form the teacher, he knocked him across the room and he crashed into the wall.
"I apologize for my manners. It seems you don't have a teacher now. Perhaps I should fill in for him today. I don't know what subject you were working on so I'll start a new one. I know a good topic... Jedi! You all know what a Jedi is, protectors of the peace, warriors, but... what do you know about their apprentices?" he asked slowly stalking around the class room.
Students trembled in their seats, even a few started to cry in silence.
"I guess we are a very quiet class... A padawan or apprentices are very young Jedi's ranging to the age of two to their late twenties. They dress the same as their masters, and..." he stopped in front of Ashtan.
Ashtan could feel his eyes burning into his skin. He gripped the corners of his desk with his sweaty hands and slowly looked up into the evil pair of eyes staring down at him.
"And they have a braid of hair on the right side of their heads. Like yours!"
Ashtan felt as if a huge block of ice was sitting in his stomach. Grievous bent over further to look Ashtan directly in the face.
"Stand up!" came from the cyborg.
Ashtan felt his legs go numb and felt there was no way for him to move them. Grievous grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and jerked him out of the desk and forced him to his legs.
Ashtan didn't know why the cyborg was checking his side and any place where he could hide something.
"Where is your light saber boy?" asked Grievous finally.
"I-I don't have one s-sir," said Ashtan unable to stand staring into his yellow snake like eyes.
"Really?" Grievous folded his arms behind his back, Ashtan saw the many light sabers lined around his belt.
'All those Jedi, spending their entire life's up to one point only to be killed for sport like game from this thing in front of me!' Ashtan thought.
"Do you know who I am?" asked Grievous.
"Yes I do," mumbled Ashtan.
"Well I don't know you, tell me about yourself." said Grievous resting a metal arm around his shoulders.
"Sir I've never met a Jedi-"
"I didn't ask that, I want to hear about you." said Grievous leading him out of the classroom.
Ashtan looked back at his friends, he feared he would never see them again. Grievous sighed as he looked away from his friends and allowed Grievous to take him from the room.
"I'm waiting my boy!" said Grievous cooly.
Ashtan looked down the hall and saw what made the scream. It was another teacher, but she was dead.
"M-my name is Mosher, but my friends call me As-" "Ashtan! I've been watching you ever since you dropped your adorable little sister off at her school. I must say it's very nice of you to spend so much time with her." said Grievous.
Ashtan looked at him in horror, "Please don't hurt her, she is just a chi-"
"I won't if you cooperate! You have my word," Grievous paused, "Lets talk about those dreams of this Jedi you've been having."
"They're mostly like events that have already happened... I really don't understand them." said Ashtan willing to do anything to protect his sister.
"Are you sure that those two Jedi are dead?" stated Grievous as they stopped and he grabbed Ashtan's braid.
"With the odds, there is no way!" said Ashtan wincing in pain as he pulled on his braid.
Grievous nodded and reached to his belt and took one of his sabers. Turning it on Ashtan tried to get away, he thought Grievous was going to kill him.
Grievous swiped at him, but missed his head by centimeters. Ashtan opened his eyes and saw his braid in Grievous hand.
Ashtan fell backwards to the wall and slid down to the floor staring. He touched the side of his head and found his hair was burned. He could have sworn he heard Grievous laughing as he turned on his heal, his cape brushed Ashtan's face. He watched Grievous walk down the hall and join his droids and bodyguards. He turned and looked at Ashtan on more time.
Ashtan knew that this will not be the last he'll see of Grievous.
Sorry the past chapters have been so short, i hope this one makes up for it. Pleas review.
