Authors Blog: HA…another chappie! I'm so sick right now…I have no idea how I got this all done this evening…oh well its posted!...oh by the way... I am currently looking for a beta reader....and can I please have so reviews...I feel so lonely...take pity on a sick person.
Ana sat up in bed again waken from a nightmare. She held back any emotions leaking out of her being through the force. She had learned long ago, that when she projected her fear, one of her parents always rushed into her room seconds later.
So instead, she patted a hand on her forehead wiping the sweat from her brow.
"Why?" She whispered to herself, like she had so many nights before. "Why does the blue disappear, and then the green just die…" She screamed into her pillow, the sound not leaving the force bubble she created around her bed.
She glanced at the crono on her bedside to find she had another three hours to sleep before her father would wake her to go before the Counsel for her force trial to be excepted into the Jedi Younglings class. Her first day of Jedi School…and she was having nightmares.
She sighed slowly turning around to face the wall. Her father always was telling her that the Force was off limits until she learned to control it. He would never know she was already using it. The little she could do she excelled at. Holding in her emotions to not be coddled all the time was one she didn't even really have to practice. It came easily to her.
She closed her eyes to only open them again, and roll over to see her father rubbing her shoulder, the sun peaking through her curtains.
"Wake up my princess." His voice whispered softly.
"Noooooo…" Ana whined turning into her pillow.
Luke chuckled before getting off her bed and pulling her covers off backing slowly towards her door.
"DAD!!!" she yelled before jumping out of bed and then proceeded to chase him about the apartment.
"Luke…you aren't helping her." Mara sighed making breakfast in the kitchen.
"Well, she's up!" He laughed before being tackled onto the couch, Ana laughing as she snuggled into her fathers side.
"Go get dressed young lady. Today's a big day." Mara scolded from the kitchen.
"Breakfast in five minutes."
Luke sat in his chair at the far center of the council room. The other masters sat in their respective seats, creating a circle around the room. In the very center of the counsel room stood eleven children under the age of four.
"Welcome to the wondrous new world of the force." One of the Masters welcomed.
"We are pleased to see you all here. We are very excited to have such a large class this year. Aren't we?"
Luke looked at the eleven. Twenty-three children, including his own daughter, had been brought forth to be trailed for the Jedi Youngling School that morning. However, only eleven had made the cut. One of the finalities he learned from the data banks when reading about the old counsel long ago was that the younglings had to leave their parents to train. To leave at such a young age was almost cruel. And even if they had the force, he made sure that they knew the consequence of joining. He however made sure that they could always go home for a few weeks each year. He didn't want to be cruel to these children, and so far it was working, all the younglings from years previous were all very happy. Yet still, after all this, only eleven stayed with the training.
Standing, he fixed his robe and walked over to the new younglings before settling on one knee in front of them.
"You all are very talented. My job is to make your talents become even stronger and even make you awake of talents you don't even know you have. But you must understand that this is a hard life. There are many hard trails ahead of you, but many moments of happiness as well. Good luck Younglings." He smiled standing back up again. The teacher stood at the door and beckoned the children.
"Now before I can take you to your classroom, you must all choose your new Jedi attire. We will first stop there, and you may all pick any style and colour that is available to you. Masters Thank you. May the force be with you." She said before ushering the children out of the room.
"These boots are too brown, and these are too uncomfortable. Don't you have anything more girly? Maybe with a pattern or a stripe or something?" Ana pulled off yet another pair of boot, placing it carefully beside her next to her little pile.
"We are not fashion models, Analeia. Detach…"
"Detach from possessions, I know! That's what Dad is always telling me. But that doesn't mean I can't feel confident in what I'm wearing, does it?"
"You are a youngling. Just pick a pair of boots."
Ana got the distinct impression that the Jedi Knight was becoming impatient with her. All she wanted was to be comfortable in what she wore...but also expectable. She knew she would be treated differently just because her father was Grand Master. To make sure she wasn't teased by her peers because she wore the wrong clothes, she was going to be extra choosy. Finally settled on a pair of dark brown boots with buckles on the sides, and a dark brown tunic and pants, (even though she begged to wear a skirt instead…she was a girl, not a boy!) she went to a changing room, changing into her chosen attire, before walking to the classroom in awe.
"Now today we will have your first classes here. This will not be you classroom forever. After this fist class you will all travel to Yavin 4 to begin your training properly, however, for now, lets have some fun.
"Now today we will be starting with something easy, something you will work on for the rest of your Jedi Career. Meditation. It is powerful, but difficult to accomplish when untrained. We will work today on calming the mind and letting go of our minds worries. This is something every Jedi must do on a daily basis to become closer with the force. Now everyone go grab a mat from the boxes over there in the corner.
The morning class was exceptionally boring for the eleven younglings. Although they would never admit it aloud, they all knew that they had imaged something more glamorous when it came to being a Jedi.
The shuttle was small, but had just enough seats for all the younglings. There was five rows of three seats all with seatbelts. In the back of the craft, was two tables and some more chairs for games on the long trip.
The craft slowly filled up and Ana took a seat in the middle row.
"Hello. This is going to be so much fun!" A Twi'lek said excitedly as she sat down beside her. "My name's Pala Kreen!" she pulled her lekkus forward before buckling in.
"You are far to hyper to become a Jedi, Twi'lek." A male Barabel said before pulling his tail around him and setting it in his lap as he sat down. "You have to be calm and poised for everything. Logical to think clearly and meditate."
"Oh…it doesn't have to be all serious…it can be fun too! What's your name's anyways."
The Barabel looked as if he wasn't going to answer. "Names Temu Ruvvic, what's yours human?"
Ana, who sat in the middle blushed being finally noticed even though she was sitting between them. For a second, she thought about giving them a false name so they wouldn't have any preconceived thoughts on who she was, before realizing that when they reached Yavin 4 and started classes, they would learn her real name anyways.
"Analeia Skywalker, but I prefer Ana." The blonde watched as her neighbours mouths slightly opened in awe (or maybe shock) at who she was.
"You're the Grand Masters daughter?" the Twi'lek finally squeeled, while the Barabel just stared. Ana blushed wishing she had lied about her name after all.
Finally the Barabel spoke. "It's pleasure to meet you. I hope that we can train together. I imagine it will be quite useful in the maintaining and ever growing abilities we have if we can work together.
"Are you always going to be so serious?' Ana chuckled to him.
"Oh I can already see it!" The Twi'lek exclaimed as the shuttle took off. "We are going to be such good friends!"