PADAWAN
Din Djarin was not only a bounty hunter, father, Mand'alor but he is now a Force wielder. Caught in a crossroad, he went back to Calodan where someone could help him: the Jedi Ahsoka Tano.
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A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!
CHAPTER 3
SPHERE
"So that's how it felt." Din gasped at his words. He said it so blithely as he lay sprawled on the floor. "No. no. no…" He groaned and helplessly leaned back with eyes closed when his limbs began trembling. He couldn't remember the last time he had the shakes. A long time ago…his first kill.
Even as his chest heaves a line began to run in his head as he sat on the cold floor of the privy. "This is bad." He rasped.
Bad enough that he'd been missing parts of his memory and he'd been acting uncharacteristically…
Bad enough that he lost his ship…
It was unthinkable that he let down the very being who needed his protection and care…
He pressed a clenched fist to his lips when he felt his stomach churn. He hated vomiting of all things.
But this…he thought, as he opened his other fist around the ball. He knew that his encounter with that Seeing Stone force field is the unprecedented side-effect of what is happening to him.
The very idea terrified him and it shook the stoic Din Djarin to the core.
His entire life revolves far away from mystical and esoteric realms that most people do not encounter in their lifetime and were deemed magical and magnificent. These supernatural things were not part of his culture and his life as a bounty hunter.
But even if he didn't want to be a part of it there's nothing to be done now. Nothing has changed, he mused. He's been on both sides of the coin; hunter and hunted.
What's new?
He allowed his thoughts to turn like the way he rolls the ball between his fingers.
Around and around it goes.
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"Take me back!" He thought with gritted teeth. Two stupid storm troopers slammed at each other at his command. "I hate all of you!" he growled as his tiny hands waved sharply and the two idiots who plunked him down on the bench took the brunt of his anger.
He is beyond pissed.
He is enraged.
He wants to destroy all of them.
But he can't.
He is too small. His power degraded to a point where summoning a small metal ball taxed is energy so much.
He regretted not keeping up his power after he left the temple.
But on that day filled with fear, impending danger and confusion his teacher shared his mind to him that he was not to show his power or his force because it would endanger him.
His mentor gave him a glare which meant he was not allowed to argue. His instructor never once showed anger toward any of the padawan no matter how slow they were in improving their skills and power. Grogu knows, he is one of them.
Kneeling before him, the dark man fastened his coat around him securely. Then, while his mentor tapped instructions on a panel, the boy went wide-eyed as he got a glimpse of what the Jedi master was thinking.
His teacher's mind was filled with thoughts that scared the padawan for the very first time. The Jedi's dark eyes were swirling with a kind of anger that Grogu recoiled from. The kind of anger that this gentle but gruff man warned all the students about.
But before he could learn more his master controlled his thoughts. The little boy didn't need to see everything. He got enough of what his teacher was hiding from him.
He was not afraid; he would never be afraid of his mentor. He was afraid FOR him. Grogu whimpered and he grasped his mentor's strong hand. The Jedi in return gave him a rare smile that lit his mentor's beautiful face from the inside. Grogu was entranced and he cooed. He trilled at the warm hand that stroked his head.
"We will see each other again, padawan." The Jedi said in his strong resonating voice. "Do not be afraid. You are strong. You are stubborn. That is your strength. You must survive."
Suddenly, running footsteps could be heard from the hallway.
Quickly, the man bundled him in a blanket, opened the droid's compartment and settled him inside the barely lit interior. "Go!" he told the droid at the same time igniting his light saber.
The last image Grogu saw before the droid closed the compartment was the pure light from his mentor's purple light saber.
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