Hey everyone guess who's still alive! So a quick little explanation on where I have been. Long story short school ended which means exams which means studying which means no time to write. And on top of the exams I had EOC, and for those who don't know its a test where if I don't pass I don't graduate. So it was pretty big. And thats why I wasn't able to do anything on May the 4th like I had planned. We had a math EOC on that day. Another thing my sister graduated this year so I had that. Plus my grandparents who I haven't seen in 3 years came. So needless to say I've been busy.
But Im back! And now thats its summer I have more night to write. Yay!
So I had an idea where I could do a poll with some future chapters ideas on the next chapter for you guys to pick from. The top one I'll do first.
And to also make up for the really long break I put a surprise at the end of Obi-wan's chapter. This isn't something I'll do often. But since I had to take a really long break I wanted to make it up to you guys.
Anyway I should stop talking and let you read. Please read and review. Each comment makes my day a little bit better and gives me the much needed motivation to write. Now ON WITH THE STORY!
"Really!" A twelve year old Feemor jumped to his feet.
His father laughed. "Yes really."
"When do we get to go?"
"Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow!"
"Im going to pack!" He ran to his room.
Feemor jumped up onto his spiny chair, almost fell, then looked around his room. What do I need?
"You don't need much." His father said in the doorway. "Just some clothes for a couple of days."
Feemor jumped out of his chair and sat in it. He put his feet onto his desk and pushed himself to his closet. He pulled his legs up to a criss cross position on his chair as he opened the door. He grabbed a couple of clothes and threw it onto his bed. He pushed himself to the other side of the room, grabbed his backpack and zoomed over to his bed.
The Next Day
"Lets goooo!" Feemor tried to drag his father.
"Hold on young one." His father sat in the pilot as he sat in the co-pilot.
"I wanna gooooo?"
"If you would put your seat belt on we could go."
"Im 12! I don't need-"
"No seat belt no going."
"Okay." He strapped on the seat belt and gave his father a pleading look.
His father sighed and turned back to the controls. The ship took off as Feemor's excitement grew. Feemor was pushed back as they entered hyperspace.
8 Hours Later
Feemor stood in front of the cave bouncing on the balls of his feet. His dad stood next to him and handed him a flashlight.
"Remember
what I told you?" His father messed with his hair.
He fixed his hair. "Trust in the Force, don't do anything stupid to where you have to find me, and get out before the door freezes."
"Then you are good to go." His father took a step back.
He stood there staring at the door. He watched as it began to freeze, his excitement faded. It was replaced with nervousness. He gripped the flashlight tighter.
"Hey." His father placed a hand on his shoulder. "You have waiting for this for years, you got this. Okay?"
"Okay." He nodded.
He flicked on the flashlight and took the first few steps forward. He managed to get ten feet into the cave before the door froze behind him. He ran over to the door.
"Dad!" He took a step back, he was alone.
He picked up the flashlight that he had dropped. He was alone, the one thing he never wanted to be, alone.
"Okay, okay. Maybe you should find your crystal so you can get out." He mumbled.
"Feemor." Someone said.
He turned around. "Your not supposed to be in here dad."
"I didn't want you to be alone."
"This is against the rules."
"I don't care about the rules." His father began to walk away. "Come on."
He followed his dad throughout the caves. Something about his dad seemed off. Instead of the more lecturing he is given, it was silent. A silence that didn't feel good, a silence that is awkward, a silence that nobody likes.
The cave opened up to a bigger cave. There was a easy to climb cliff at the end. He could see some light coming from the top. He walked away from his das to the base of the cliff.
"Feemor." His dad called. "What are you doing?"
"There's something up there."
"No there isn't."
"But-"
"Lets go." His father grabbed his arm and pulled him along.
Feemor broke out his grip he pushed himself away and back to the base of the cliff. Something felt off about the cliff.
"Feemor."
"Whats up there?"
"Nothing now lets go."
He didn't listen, he walked around the base and found an easier way up. He pulled him to the top of the cliff. He looked over the ledge to see his father at the bottom. He didn't look happy.
"Feemor get down here now. Or you'll be alone forever."
"But this feels right."
"And Im you Master. Not get down, now."
He looked at the new cave. He could still hear his father yelling at him to come back down. He still didn't listen, he wanted to, but something pulled him away.
He came to a dead end. Was this the wrong way? A temple guard walked over to him. They took off a side of their lightsaber. They took out their cybar crystal and handed it to him.
"You did well." They disappeared.
Feemor looked up, he was back at the opening of the cave. He could see his father meditating on the floor. He walked forward, fully expecting to be yelled at.
"I see you have your crystal." His father seemed to notice something. "Whats wrong?"
"Aren't you going to yell at me?" He was confused.
His father also seemed confused. "About what."
"What happened in the cave."
"I wasn't in the cave."
Feemor looked at the cave in complete and utter confusion, his father put a hand on his shoulder. "The Force works in mysterious ways doesn't it?"
"Yeah it does."
Back on the Ship
Feemor sat in the bunk room he was given, his two ideas for his lightsaber sat next to him. He wanted to make his saber before he got back, he wanted to show Talh and Dooku.
Feemor stared at each drawing when he decided he would just close his eyes and make it. After all he should just trust in the Force. He set both drawings in front of him with his crystal on the middle. He closed his eyes.
The Force answered him, he felt the Force around him surge. He held out his hand as reach even deeper in the Force. He felt something fall into his hand.
He stared at the lightsaber. It was thicker than most. It was white with sliver outlining, in the middle there was a gold Jedi symbol. It looked like a mini Temple Guard lightsaber. He was surprised, he never came up with this design.
Feemor slowly got up, he turned off the lights. He held the lightsaber in two hands, there was a switch, he flipped it. A bright golden blade flew out of the hilt.
That isn't right? It's supposed to be green or blue!
"Hows it going?" His dad walked in turning on the lights.
Feemor immediately shut it off and hid it. "Your not allowed to see it yet!"
His dad held up his hands. "Okay okay. I'll leave you." He left.
Feemor sighed and looked at the hilt. It wasn't supposed to be yellow-gold whatever color it was. It was supposed to be blue or green!
He sat down and tried to make it again, and again, and again. Each time he remade it, it would come out the same thing same color. He got frustrated and threw the hilt at the wall.
"Take a deep breath. Breathe, you got this." He heard his father say across the bond.
"Yes Master." He said.
Back in the Apartment
Feemor stood there arms behind his back, lightsaber in hand. He watched as dad, Tahl, and Dooku talked. He didn't want to show them his saber. It still wasn't the right color.
His dad went over and turned off the lights. He took a deep breath and held out his saber. He really didn't want to do this, but they were bound to found out later. It was better to get it over with.
He took one more look at the saber and ignited it. The room lit up with a golden color. The room was silent, and he hated it. He quickly shut off the blade. The lights went back on, he didn't like how nobody was talking. Did they not like it? Is this not good enough?
His Master took the hilt from his hand. He looked over the hilt and smiled. If you don't like it just just tell me!
"Yellow suits you." His Master handed him the hilt.
He took the hilt but didn't say anything. He hated his blade. Why do you have to be yellow? He clipped it to his belt as Tahl went over to talk to him.
2 Hours Later
Feemor glared at the saber on his other side of the bed, he hated it. His dad walked in to see his upset son. He sat on the bed next to him.
"Whats wrong?"
"Its yellow!" He pointed at the hilt. "Its not supposed to be yellow!"
He father sighed. "And why is it not?"
"Only Temple guards are supposed to have yellow lightsaber. Everyone else has green or blue."
"But why?"
"I just told you why!" He snaps. "This is not supposed to happen."
His father looked at him, like he was trying to make Feemor understand. "Your not listening-"
"Yes I am!" He sat up. "Your the one whose not listening!"
His father got up. "When your done having your fit come talk to him." He left.
Feemor watched as he walked out, this didn't help his rising anger. He got up and threw his pillow across his room, he kicked most of his plushie pile down.
He looked around his room, his anger melted away at the mess. Besides messing his always neat room he yelled at his dad. He grabbed his lightsaber, looked at it and walked out.
He opened his dad's room. "Are you finally ready to talk?"
Feemor nods while looking at the floor, he opens his mouth to apologize. "Don't, I remember what it was like to be a teenager."
His father sat on the bed and motioned him to sit as well. "I'm still sorry."
"I know you are. Now lets go through it slowly, why don't you like your lightsaber?"
"Its yellow."
"And why is it bad that its yellow."
Feemor sat there for a moment, he really didn't know why. "I don't know."
"Okay. Let's think, what might be a reason."
He thought for a moment. "Because nobody in my year has a yellow lightsaber."
He father nodded. "Why is that bad?"
"Because-because… I don't know."
His father pulled him into a side hug. "Look at it like this. You have something barely anyone has. The Force chose you to have this for some reason."
Feemor looked at the hilt, he traced over the symbol. "But why yellow?"
"Who knows. You may find out the answer, you not."
Feemor curls up in his father's arms. "I know."
They stayed like this for a bit. His father diminished him to bed, with that he grabbed his lightsaber and head out. He sat back on his bed and set his lightsaber in front of him.
Something about the lightsaber seemed to be calling out to him. He reached out grabbed the hilt and stood up. He shut the door and activated the blade.
He felt some sort of wave pass through him. The blade seemed to glow brighter and more golden. He felt the Force push against the blade as if it was giving the blade life.
"Beautiful isn't it?" His father put a hand on his shoulder.
He nodded, he could feel the Force going through the blade into him. "Yeah…"
"See what happens when you accept? The Force can do wonders."
He smiled. "Yeah."
"Good. Now turn it off, time for bed and you've had a long day."
"But-"
"No buts, bed."
"Okay…"
He tuned off his lightsaber, the room became dark again. He gently set his saber on his desk, he grabbed one of his plushies and jumped onto his bed. His father set a blanket over him as he collapsed into sleep.
